Chapter 177 It Would Be a Waste if We Don’t Swallow the Ghost Fire that Comes to Our Doorstep!

Shen Gongbao stood in the distance, his eyes flickering, shaking his head and sighing.

Although he chose to retreat, he was still curious about the outcome of this battle in his heart.

Looking at the white-bone beasts that were constantly reorganizing in the distance, a complex light flashed in his eyes, and he secretly sighed in his heart: Yiqi Immortal Ma Yuan is worthy of being a Taiyi Golden Immortal, and his methods are indeed extraordinary.

However, it is not easy to defeat Yang Ling with just these.

Shen Gongbao knew very well how powerful Yang Ling was. After all, even Wenshu and Yuding, the two top Taiyi Golden Immortals, were in

Lü Yue stood aside, looking at Yang Ling who was besieged by endless white-bone beasts with a cold look, and sneered: "It seems that you are just like this. You dare to be so arrogant before you have achieved the Taiyi Dao Fruit!"

After speaking, a black plague bell suddenly appeared in his hand, with gloomy patterns wrapped around the bell, emitting a suffocating plague gas.

"Dangdangdang~"

When the bell rang, countless black smoke poured out from the bell. The black smoke was highly corrosive and enveloped Yang Ling and the black dragon Ao Ming.

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was not panicked at all.

He silently recited the word "fight" in his heart, and the magic power in his body instantly boiled, evolving the effect of melting the fruit of Tao.

As his magic power operated, the black dragon under his feet was covered with a layer of black flames. This flame seemed to come from the abyss of hell and could burn all unclean things.

The moment the black smoke came into contact with the black flames, it was burned silently, along with the white bone beasts that were constantly reborn. Once they touched the flames, they immediately turned into nothingness.

Under the protection of the black flames, Ao Ming seemed to be blessed by God. His dragon eyes flashed with a provocative light, and he was very excited.

The huge dragon body, hundreds of feet long, meandered and shuttled among countless white bone beasts. Those originally ferocious bone demons were like paper in front of him, and were easily crushed by his dragon claws and dragon tail.

Each attack was accompanied by the burning of black flames. Those white bone beasts could not be reorganized again and turned into piles of bone slag that no longer had vitality.

Ao Ming's dragon power became more and more apparent. He was wantonly on the battlefield. The poisonous smoke and bone demons could not hurt him at all.

In the black flames, Ao Ming was as majestic as a world-destroying dragon, and Yang Ling standing on his head was like an ancient god, majestic and inviolable.

Seeing this, Yiqi Xianma Yuan's face suddenly turned ashen, and he shouted in anger: "Don't be arrogant!"

His hands suddenly formed seals, and he muttered something in his mouth. Countless white bone fragments began to gather frantically, and in the blink of an eye, a huge mountain of white bones was formed.

As his magic power pushed, the bone mountain suddenly moved and turned into a huge bone beast that stood tall and upright. Its back and joints were covered with sharp bone spurs, which looked extremely ferocious. Each bone spur seemed to be able to pierce the sky and earth, exuding a murderous and fierce breath.

Ao Ming was not to be outdone. He suddenly let out a dragon roar that shook the sky and revealed his true body of a thousand-mile-long dragon.

His dragon body was like a winding mountain range, with dragon scales flashing black luster and lightning wrapped around his dragon horns, which was magnificent.

The two giant beasts met in the sky.

For a moment, the wind and clouds changed color, and thunder and lightning struck.

Ao Ming's dragon claws and the bone spurs of the white bone beast collided violently, making a deafening noise. The battle between the two was like the collision of two mountains. Every time they fought, it seemed to tear the world apart, causing fluctuations in the surrounding space.

The white-bone beast was powerful, and every attack was fierce and destructive, but Ao Ming's black flames were its nemesis.

Whenever the white-bone beast's attack landed on Ao Ming, the black flames would burn and turn the attack into nothingness.

The battle lasted for a long time. Although the white-bone beast was strong, it could not break through Ao Ming's black flame defense. Instead, Ao Ming, relying on his flexible body and powerful strength, continued to leave scars on the white-bone beast.

Shen Gongbao, who was far away, watched this fierce battle and nodded secretly, and had a further understanding of Yang Ling's strength in his heart.

He felt fortunate that he chose to retreat, otherwise if he was involved in this battle, he would probably not be able to retreat unscathed.

And Lu Yue and Yiqi Xianma Yuan's faces were extremely ugly. They did not expect that Yang Ling could deal with their attacks so easily, and he did not even do it himself!

Just relying on the black dragon under the seat, and what the hell is the black flame covering the whole body? Why does everything melt instantly when it touches it?

The tail of the black dragon Ao Ming was like a steel whip. Every time it whipped, it could break the bone spurs of the white-bone beast. The white-bone beast was not a pushover either. Its huge body and sharp bone spurs constantly threatened Ao Ming.

But the black flames covering Ao Ming's body were really a bit tricky. Not only could they offset most of the attacks of the white-bone beast, but they could also cause huge damage to it in return.

As the battle intensified, cracks began to appear on the body of the white-bone beast under the constant attacks. Every time a crack appeared, black flames would adhere to the surface, making it unable to repair itself. The so-called immortal body became a complete joke.

"Now you know how powerful I am, right?" Ao Ming laughed triumphantly, looking at the white-bone beast and mockingly said, "It's not just because you are big that you are powerful... Try this trick of mine again!"

After saying that, he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out brilliant blue-white lightning. The dark clouds in the sky split open instantly, and lightning bolts were like dragons descending to the earth, directly hitting the white-bone beast.

The lightning contained a powerful destructive force, and instantly hit the white-bone beast, shattering all the bone spurs on its body. The endless lightning was like a sharp sword, constantly cutting the body of the white-bone beast.

Then Ao Ming swooped down with thunder, and suddenly threw the white-bone beast to the ground. The giant claws covered with black flames easily tore a large number of white bones...

Seeing the white-bone beast being suppressed, the anger in the heart of Yiqi Xianma Yuan became more and more intense. However, the black flame seemed to be a natural counter to his white-bone Dao fruit. No matter how many bone demons he summoned, he could not change the decline of the battlefield.

Seeing this, Lu Yue on the side turned pale. He finally realized why Shen Gongbao would immediately draw a line with them after seeing Yang Ling.

Obviously, it was because the Yang Ling in front of him was much stronger than he had imagined!

Although he had not achieved the Taiyi Dao Fruit, the black flame he spawned clearly possessed the characteristics of the Dao Fruit, that is, it contained some kind of Dao law.

Seeing that the battle situation was unfavorable, the Immortal Ma Yuan looked gloomy and shouted at Lu Yue: "Brother, why are you still standing there? Come and help me!"

Lu Yue heard this, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by determination.

He knew that this was not the time to hesitate. Yang Ling's strength had far exceeded their expectations. If they did not work together to win, they would both suffer today.

At that moment, he no longer held back. His figure shook and turned into a three-headed and six-armed figure, holding different magic weapons in each hand.

The two swords of Zhi Plague danced in his hands, bringing up waves of plague; the seals of Lie Plague flashed, blocking the space; the sound of Plague Bells shook, disturbing the mind; the ghosts wailed as the Ding Plague Banner fluttered; the Plague Umbrella opened, covering the sky and the sun, and the plague was endless.

His six hands waved at the same time, and the power of the magic weapon gathered into a plague storm, sweeping towards Yang Ling.

Yang Ling faced such a fierce attack, but there was no panic on his face, as if he had already expected this scene.

The next moment, a blazing black flame rose from his body, forming a flame shield around him, effectively resisting the plague poison released by Lu Yue.

At the same time, Yiqi Xian Ma Yuan waved his hands, and a ball of netherworld ghost fire rose slowly in his palm. The ghost fire was gloomy in color and exuded a heart-pounding chill.

There was a hint of wild laughter in his voice: "Taste the power of my netherworld ghost fire!"

The netherworld ghost fire bloomed in the air, turning into countless tiny flames. They seemed to have their own will, and cleverly bypassed the defense of the black flame and directly drilled into the flesh and blood of the black dragon Ao Ming.

Ao Ming howled in pain. His body was invaded by the Netherworld Ghost Fire in a short time. The flames burned in his body, as if to burn his soul to ashes.

"Save me, sir, save me!"

Ao Ming cried for help in pain. The black dragon scales on his body began to crack under the burning of the Netherworld Ghost Fire.

It struggled to expel the ghost fire in its body, but the Netherworld Ghost Fire was like a parasite, tightly attached to its flesh and blood, constantly eroding its vitality.

Yang Ling frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the Qixian Ma Yuan had such a strange flame in his hand.

It is said that the Netherworld Ghost Fire is one of the ten great spiritual fires in the prehistoric world.

Although it is ranked at the end, it also has amazing power.

Especially this kind of flame is invisible and has the effect of restraining the soul. It is extremely poisonous. The most important thing is that once it is contaminated with this fire, it will be like a maggot on the tarsal bone and can never be removed.

This kind of prehistoric fire, even Taiyi Jinxian dare not touch it easily.

But Yang Ling was fearless.

He was not afraid of even the Sun's True Fire, let alone a mere Netherworld Ghost Fire?

Seeing Ao Ming struggling in pain under the Netherworld Ghost Fire, Yang Ling took a deep breath, and the mana in his body was running to the extreme, silently reciting the mantra of Burning Spirit Qi.

As his mana was activated, an invisible force surged from his palm and enveloped Ao Ming's whole body.

Ao Ming felt a warm force wrapping himself up, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire that was originally burning violently in his body actually began to slowly weaken, as if attracted by a mysterious force, gradually gathering into Yang Ling's body.

Yiqi Immortal Ma Yuan noticed the abnormality and couldn't help but sneered: "Yang Ling, you dare to absorb the Netherworld Ghost Fire into your body, you really don't know how to live or die!"

This Netherworld Ghost Fire was obtained by him accidentally, and he had been keeping it as a killer. Now is obviously the most appropriate time.

If he can annihilate the master and servant in front of him in one fell swoop, even if he loses the Netherworld Ghost Fire, he will feel that he has won!

Black Dragon Ao Ming was touched and worried. Although he was relieved, he knew the power of the Netherworld Ghost Fire and was afraid that once this thing entered Yang Ling's body, he would not be able to bear it.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly whispered: "Master, don't worry about me..."

"Don't make noise!"

Yang Ling shouted softly, asking Ao Ming to stay still and not affect him from absorbing and swallowing the Netherworld Ghost Fire.

To him, the Netherworld Ghost Fire was like a buffet delivered to his door. If he didn't swallow it all, it would be a bit too wasteful.

"It's too late!"

The Yiqi Immortal Ma Yuan didn't know the secret and couldn't help laughing. He looked at Yang Ling and mocked: "You are asking for death! The ghost fire is not an ordinary flame. Once you are contaminated with this kind of flame, you will be waiting for the body and spirit." Let’s destroy them all!”

"What nonsense are you talking to him about? Kill him first!"

Seeing that Yang Ling seemed to be in trouble, Lu Yue immediately took out his Dingwen Banner, Wenhuang Umbrella and other treasures, and the terrifying plague immediately enveloped Yang Ling.

He is extremely good at group attacks, and all his methods are related to "poison". They are extremely lethal and have a huge impact, and can easily massacre cities and destroy countries.

However, when fighting alone, it is difficult for him to use this ability, and he can only rely on activating the spirit treasure to release the plague.

However, Yang Ling was well prepared and relied on the black flames on his body to resolve most of the plague.

The plague umbrella in Lu Yue's hand suddenly opened and he waved it in the direction of Yang Ling. An invisible force of plague swept out instantly, turning into black clouds of plague and shrouding Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged, and he allowed the black plague cloud to surround him. Then the black flames on his body rose again, forming a more indestructible melting shield.

The moment the plague poison came into contact with the flame shield, it was instantly dissolved into nothingness, unable to cause any harm to him.

At the same time, the burning energy in his body reached its peak, absorbing and devouring all the ghostly fire and turning it into his own power.

As the ghostly fire was absorbed, Yang Ling's aura became more unfathomable. Not only did he not show any expression of pain, but instead, little ghostly ghost fires appeared on his body. They jumped and burned around him, but did not cause any harm to him.

Yiqi Immortal Ma Yuan gradually realized something was wrong, his eyes flashing with hesitation and surprise.

Ao Ming didn't know what he was talking about. When he saw the ghost fire emerging from Yang Ling's body, he hurriedly shouted: "Master, let go quickly. This ghost fire is too dangerous!"

Yang Ling ignored his words and just kept swallowing up all the ghostly fire in his body.

After successfully devouring the Netherworld Ghost Fire, not only was the Burning Jue Lingqi not damaged, but it was further improved due to the fusion of this flame.

He felt the power in his body surge like a tide, as if his endless potential was being unleashed.

At this moment, Yiqi Immortal Ma Yuan's face turned from shock to pale. He never expected that his ghostly ghost fire not only failed to bring a fatal blow to Yang Ling, but was instead swallowed by it, making the other party's power stronger.

He knew he had made a fatal mistake.

The Yang Ling in front of him was like a demon god walking out of hell. His power surged in just a few breaths, and the black flames on his body became even more intense, as if he wanted to burn everything.

One Qi Immortal Ma Yuan panicked, turned around and wanted to escape from this place.

Although he behaves rudely and has a bad temper, he is not a fool. He knows very well that if he stays here any longer, he will definitely die here!

However, as soon as he moved, he felt that the space around him seemed to have solidified, and his speed became extremely slow.

"Want to leave? It's too late."

Yang Ling sneered, with an unmistakable coldness in his voice.

"You have already joined the battle, so don't even think about escaping."