54: Nine Nether Flames, Xiao Fan's body has been possessed?

"What's going on? His aura..." Nangong Ming's pupils shrank, and he instinctively felt a trace of fear.

At this moment, Xiao Fan, or rather, Venerable Yao, glanced at Nangong Ming indifferently.

That gaze was indifferent, aloof, as if a Dragon were looking down at an ant on the ground.

"Noisy."

Venerable Yao slowly raised his right hand. In his palm, the golden Glazed Golden Flame merged perfectly with an invisible force, transforming into a golden palm of light, ten zhang in diameter.

On the palm of light, the lines were distinct, emanating a profound aura that seemed to both create and destroy all things.

Heaven Rank palm technique — Great Heaven Creation Palm.

"Die."

Venerable Yao pressed his palm downward.

Rumble!

The golden palm of light pressed down like a great mountain, the air compressed to the extreme, emitting a booming sound.

Nangong Ming only felt his whole body locked by an invisible Qi, unable to move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the giant palm descended, his eyes filled with despair and regret.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the earth shook violently.

As the dust settled, a huge palm print remained on the ground.

And the overbearing Nangong Ming, along with the few Disciples beside him, had long since been crushed into pulp under that palm, leaving no bones behind.

"Run!"

The remaining Blood God Sect Disciples were scared out of their wits. Daring not to stay, they screamed and fled in all directions.

Venerable Yao did not pursue. He controlled Xiao Fan's body and turned to look at the Li Huo Spring.

However, just at this moment.

Gurgle! Gurgle!

The originally calm Li Huo Spring suddenly began to boil.

The blood of the previously dead Blood God Sect Disciples did not seep into the ground, but eerily gathered into a stream, all pouring into the spring eye.

With the injection of a large amount of essence blood, the Formation that had originally been used to Seal the heart of the Blood River Ancestor showed a trace of loosening.

"Heh heh heh..."

A creepy, strange laugh came from the depths of the spring.

Immediately following, a dark red heart, the size of a millstone, slowly floated to the surface.

Thump!

The heart beat violently once.

Xiao Fan only felt the Qi and blood within his body boil instantly. His heart contracted violently, out of control, as if it wanted to beat to the rhythm of that Devilish heart, and there was even an urge to break out of his body.

"Not good, it is the heart of the Blood River Ancestor."

Venerable Yao's expression changed, a flash of gravity in his eyes.

"It is rumored that the Blood River Ancestor mastered the Law of the Six Metamorphosis Blood, able to be Rebirth from a drop of blood, immortal and indestructible. This heart has accumulated five thousand years of resentment, and now that it has been nourished by fresh blood, it is going to reshape its Physical Body."

Seeing that huge heart beat, the Devilish Qi around it became thicker with every beat.

Countless visible blood threads extended from the heart, intertwining and wrapping in the Void Realm, quickly constructing the prototype of a human body.

Flesh and blood derived, the Devil Head revived.

A terrifying Law fluctuation belonging to the Refining Void Stage, though weak, began to permeate in reality.

Xiao Fan's consciousness shouted frantically in his Sea of Consciousness: "Teacher, stop him quickly! If he is allowed to reshape his Physical Body, we will all die here."

"Rest assured, he cannot make any waves."

Venerable Yao snorted coldly, controlling Xiao Fan's body, and advanced instead of retreating.

"If it were the Blood River Ancestor in his prime, this old man would turn around and leave without a word. But now, he is merely a remnant soul heart sealed for five thousand years, and suppressed by the great Formation. Wanting to be Rebirth in front of this old man is wishful thinking."

"Nine Netherworld Dark Flame, appear."

Venerable Yao reached out his left hand, and a cold, ghostly blue flame, as if from the Nine Netherworld Hell, burned quietly in his palm.

This Nine Netherworld Dark Flame was his natal Heavenly Flame, containing extreme cold power.

"Go."

He flicked his finger.

The ghostly blue flame drifted lightly toward the blood cocoon that was reshaping its Physical Body.

"Ah, what is this fire?"

Inside the blood cocoon came the terrified scream of the Blood River Ancestor.

He felt a fatal threat; although the flame was not large, it exuded a chill that could freeze the Soul.

"Blood River surging, protect my Devilish body."

The Blood River Ancestor roared, attempting to invoke the Law of Blood to turn that layer of not-yet-fully-formed flesh and blood into an indestructible shield.

However, it was too late.

The moment the Nine Netherworld Dark Flame landed on the blood cocoon, it did not burn, but erupted with a terrifying freezing power.

Crack, crack, crack.

The rolling Devilish Qi and squirming flesh and blood instantly solidified under that ghostly blue light.

In the blink of an eye.

That nearly formed Devilish body, along with the huge heart, turned into a huge blood-colored ice sculpture, standing quietly on the Li Huo Spring.

"Shatter."

Venerable Yao spat out a single word.

Clatter.

The ice sculpture collapsed and shattered, turning into ice crystals that fell all over the sky.

With the shattering of the heart, a translucent, vermilion-red flame, with a faint phantom of a Vermilion Bird dancing in the center, slowly rose from the remains of the heart.

Li Huo.

Or rather, the prototype of the Southern Bright Separation Fire.

This was the core that maintained this Seal Formation, and also the key that the Blood River Ancestor's heart could not escape.

Now that the heart was broken, this Heavenly Flame finally saw the light of day again.

"Good stuff. With this Li Huo, and combined with that Blood Bodhi, Fan'er, the shackles of your Sacred Body will surely be broken."

A trace of joy flashed in Venerable Yao's eyes, and he was about to reach out to take the Li Huo.

Just at this moment.

Whoosh!

A heaven-shaking Sword Intent descended from the sky without warning.

This Sword Intent was so strong and sharp that it seemed as if it would split this space into two.

"Hmm?"

Venerable Yao's expression changed slightly. Ignoring the collection of the Heavenly Flame, he backhanded a palm strike, and the golden palm wind collided fiercely with that Sword Intent.

Boom!

Air waves rolled, and Venerable Yao, controlling Xiao Fan's body, was actually forced back three steps.

He looked up and saw several figures drifting down from a cliff not far away.

The leader was wearing a plain white Liuyun sword dress, holding an ordinary iron longsword, with a cold and fairy-like temperament. It was Lu Yuan's Personal Disciple, Lu Xueyao.

Beside her was a white-clothed woman with stunning beauty and a cold temperament, as well as more than a dozen elite Disciples wearing the Yu Hua Immortal Sect attire.

"Lu Xueyao."

Xiao Fan's consciousness instantly recognized the person, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart. He had long known that the Opportunity missed in Liuyun City was Lu Xueyao, and the other party had already been accepted as a Personal Disciple by Lu Yuan.

Lu Xueyao held her longsword, staring coldly at Xiao Fan below. There was not a trace of fellow Disciple camaraderie in those clear eyes, only deep vigilance and killing intent.

"Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, be careful."

Lu Xueyao's voice was cold and clear, spreading throughout the scene.

"This person's name is Xiao Fan, and he was originally an Inner Sect Disciple of my Azure Cloud Sect at the Qi Refinement Stage."

"But at this moment, his aura is strange, full of Devilish Qi, and his cultivation has skyrocketed to the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection. Clearly, the real Xiao Fan has long since died, and the current him has already been subjected to Possession by the remnant soul of the Blood River Ancestor in this place of the Seal."