Previously, this space had been almost cleared by Chen Yang in order to provide shelter for Chen Yang, Han Xiaotian and Dead Language, so it was not difficult to accommodate the strange fire now.
In the chaos, a small golden marble was constantly rising and falling. It jumped and gradually turned into a shadow, a shadow of a person.
The man stood quietly, his face full of vicissitudes.
However, his clothing and appearance were those of an ancient person from a thousand years ago. Chen Yang guessed that he was the Mahayana cultivator.
"Young man, do you want to devour my strange fire?" the man said in a deep voice.
His voice was one of the three voices of the strange fire, an old and hoarse male voice.
"That's right, I must devour the strange fire and improve my realm." Chen Yang said firmly.
Only here, as a mere cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm, his strength would not be crushed, because there is no division of strength here.
"Haha! How can you be qualified!" the man laughed.
"My strange fire has been cultivated for thousands of years and has already possessed spiritual consciousness. How could it be willing to be devoured by others? For hundreds of years, countless cultivators have come one after another. Some died in this tower, and some escaped and never dared to return. These people are far stronger than you."
Chen Yang chuckled softly: "Outside, they are much stronger than me, but inside, we are all the same."
"It's useless. Even if you come to the other dimension of the Sumeru Ring, it's useless. You can't devour it. Instead, you will be destroyed by it. Otherwise, just try it!" After the man said this, his figure flashed a few times and disappeared.
Chen Yang felt his body falling at a very fast speed, and then he realized that the man had actually broken his Sumeru space!
"Chen Yang!" Han Xiaotian frowned and watched Chen Yang fall from the top of the iron tower.
Then, a cluster of large flames and a cluster of small flames fell one after another, and the small flame flew directly into Chen Yang's hands.
"You're doing all these tricks just to devour me. Haha, you won't succeed!" The triple voice of the strange fire sounded again strangely.
"I'm going to try it whether it succeeds or not!" Chen Yang said with a determined look.
"Over the past few hundred years, there have been only three cultivators who have devoured me, and all three were great cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Realm. They captured me with their own abilities and wanted to absorb and subdue me, but their final end was to turn into ashes. You... hehe, you dare to do that at the Foundation Establishment Realm!" said the strange fire.
"Dare, of course I dare not! There is nothing in this world that I, Chen Yang, dare not do!" Chen Yang stretched out his hand: "Come, if you don't burn me to ashes, I will devour you!"
"Chen Yang, don't try..." Xue Qing said tearfully.
At this moment she was scared, she was really scared, afraid that Chen Yang would really turn into dust in front of his eyes.
"Chen Yang!" Han Xiaotian also shook his head slightly.
It won't work, intuitively.
Chen Yang glanced at them, then looked at Xiao Ling on the ground, his eyes becoming more determined.
Why couldn't a great cultivator at the Spiritual Transformation Realm succeed, so why couldn't he, at the Foundation Establishment Realm, succeed? If everything in this world was so routine!
Then he should have died the moment his spiritual roots were destroyed, because as a person who could not practice cultivation, he was still living in the world of cultivators. He was the one at the bottom of this world and would never be able to turn over. He would always be at the bottom. So what was the meaning of living!
If every weak person doesn't fight and believes they can't succeed, then what's the point of cultivation? Anyway, this world has become solidified, and he, Chen Yang, is determined to break this solidification!
"Come on, I will devour you!" Chen Yang said in a deep voice.
The strange fire floated in the air and felt a very strange energy, which made him want to get closer to the young man.
In fact, he was involuntarily moving closer to the young man. What was going on?
I haven't felt this way in hundreds of years.
Chen Yang stared at the strange fire, and his belief became stronger and stronger.
The strange fire flew into Chen Yang's palm, and he squeezed it hard.
Hiss, hiss, hiss…
A sound of burning and corroding flames was heard.
Han Xiaotian and Xue Qing both gasped. They saw that Chen Yang's hand holding the strange fire suddenly turned charred, and the charred color continued to spread, spreading towards Chen Yang's arm and reaching his shoulder.
The burnt black color gives the impression that it will turn to gray if touched.
"Chen Yang, let go!" Xue Qing rushed towards Chen Yang, and Han Xiaotian hurriedly grabbed her.
"Let me go... I beg you!" Xue Qing burst into tears and looked at Chen Yang hesitantly.
Chen Yang's brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes slightly closed, and he felt a strange numbness spreading in his arms. He knew what was going on without even looking, but he would not let go. As long as there was an inch of his body left and his mind was still conscious, he would continue to compress the energy of the strange fire in his body.
"Chen Yang, are you okay?" Han Xiaotian asked.
"I'm fine!" Chen Yang said.
Even though half of his body had turned into charcoal, he remained motionless, maintaining that posture.
"Young man, if you let go now, I will spare your life and let you leave with your companions!" The voice of the strange fire came from within the body.
Chen Yang ignored it and concentrated on compressing the energy of the strange fire.
The more the energy was compressed, the stronger it became, but he didn't care. Only when it was compressed to the extreme could it be absorbed by his heart meridian.
"Good boy, if you want to die, I will grant your wish!"
Han Xiaotian saw that Chen Yang's body was carbonizing rapidly, and the whole person was almost charred black, and would disappear into smoke at the slightest touch.
Even so, he remained motionless, like a statue.
"Chen Yang..." Xue Qing fell to the ground crying.
After a moment, she stopped sobbing, raised her hand and cut her wrist, blood gushed out, she gritted her teeth and chanted a spell, and the smell of blood instantly filled the air.
"Xue Qing, I'm fine..." Chen Yang's voice came very softly.
"Ms. Xue Qing, Chen Yang is not dead yet. Please don't let him worry!" Han Xiaotian said sternly.
"Are you going to be okay?" Xue Qing asked pitifully.
Chen Yang's body was charred black, with only his neck and upwards remaining normal. His face was extremely blue and purple, and he looked very unwell, but he still managed a smile: "Don't worry, wait for me..."
Xue Qing looked at Han Xiaotian, and Han Xiaotian nodded at her, meaning: You believe Chen Yang!
Only then did Xue Qing gather the blood mist in the sky back into her body.
"Boy, you are really tough!" The voice of the strange fire came again. This time, his tone was full of eagerness and anxiety, as if he had encountered a huge problem.
The spread of the charred color became slower and slower.
The strange fire realized that no matter how it attacked, it could not touch Chen Yang's head, as if there was some extremely powerful existence sitting in that head.
He tried again and again, but he could never break through.
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