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Han Yan frowned, he immediately raised his right hand and pointed at the incoming blood essence.
The white light and blood essence collided in midair, and with a 'pa da' sound, the spirit energy surrounding the blood essence was destroyed by the white light. The moment the white light struck the blood essence, Deng Zucheng's expression changed greatly. With a shift of his consciousness, the blood essence, under his control, rapidly flew downwards, trying to avoid the attack from the white light.
Han Yan's consciousness was tightly locked onto the blood essence, and the moment the blood essence fell, the white light caught up to it, and engulfed it.
The instant the blood essence was engulfed by the white light, the white light moved once again, flying in Deng Zucheng's direction.
Deng Zucheng's face sunk as he spat out a mouthful of blood. He never expected that his white light would actually be able to swallow his blood essence. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Deng Zucheng formed a hand seal and released a spiritual energy shield that floated in front of him. He growled, "Go!" Under his control, the spiritual energy shield rushed straight toward the white light.
The spiritual strength finger landed on the spiritual energy shield, with a "pa da" sound, a small crack appeared on the shield.
Looking back at his white light, they had already dissipated into the air.
After Deng Zucheng blocked the attack, his gaze landed on Han Yan's body and coldly snorted: "Han Yan, this kind of heaven defying technique uses up a lot of spirit energy, right? I want to see how many more times you can cast it. " He once again bit his finger and fresh blood flowed out. Droplets of essence blood were enveloped in spirit energy as they floated in front of him. He then sneered and said, "I have a hundred drops of essence blood.
If the Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal still had spirit energy, forget about a hundred, even ten thousand would be a piece of cake.
But at that moment, he was unable to use the Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal, even though the Spirit Qi in Han Yan's body was pure, he was unable to cast it ten times. He had secretly planned that ten times was his limit. Seeing Deng Zucheng's pleased expression, Han Yan took a deep breath, he knew that the following battle would be very difficult, he could not waste his spirit energy anymore. As long as he could endure for the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he would be able to block Deng Zucheng's attack.
Within the Taoism, regardless of whether it was the beasts summoned by the Beast Symbol, or the plants and animals created by the technique, they could only appear for the time it takes to burn an incense stick. As long as the time was up, regardless of whether there was spiritual energy in his body or not, the technique would dissipate by itself. However, a battle between experts might last an incense stick's worth of time. With such a huge gap between them, it was hard to tell if they would be able to hold on for such a long time.
If one were to ask the surrounding cultivators, what would be the result of this battle? They would definitely answer with certainty that Han Yan wouldn't be able to hold on for the time it takes to burn an incense stick. Other people would think so, but Han Yan firmly believed that it was possible. After all these years, he had already passed through many storms and waves, he did not believe that he would not be able to withstand this technique.
Han Yan stared at the tall vine in front of him, his eyes as calm as water. He raised the Golden Crow Copper Mirror in his hand, and welcomed the sunlight. Sunlight shone on the surface of the copper mirror, and a yellow light quickly formed. Han Yan's consciousness landed on the copper mirror. With a flash of yellow light, it transformed into red light, and with another flash, it transformed into white light.
Not far away, Deng Zucheng's eyes slightly widened as he said in shock, "I couldn't tell that you could even execute the Golden Crow's White Flame. It seems that your cultivation is much stronger than I imagined." Saying this, he changed the topic and disdainfully said, "Even if you use the Black Gold Fire, don't think you can hurt me." Even though he said that, he knew in his heart that if Han Yan really produced an Azure Flame, even though she couldn't kill him, she could heavily injure him.
Han Yan did not use his blood essence to forcefully raise the temperature of the flames. In his opinion, this was not yet the final moment of the decisive battle. He raised his hand, pointed at the mirror, and the spiritual strength finger flew out. Han Yan's consciousness split into two. One controlled the white flames and the other controlled the white light released by the spiritual strength finger, forcefully fusing the two types of energy together.
When Deng Zucheng saw this scene, he immediately laughed out loud. "I say, is your brain a problem? Can the two types of energy be fused together?" He had originally planned to kill Han Yan quickly, but now that he had changed his mind, he wanted to see if Han Yan could fuse with him. After all, fusing two types of energy was extremely difficult. Especially those flames that were extremely hot; they already possessed explosive strength. It was extremely difficult for them to fuse with other energies. If anything went wrong, an explosion would occur.
If Han Yan failed the fusion, there would definitely be an explosion. At that time, he would be able to kill Han Yan without even making a move, why wouldn't he do it?
The reason was simple. Although the effect of killing Han Yan was not great, he would definitely be scolded by his ancestor. Deng Zucheng did not want Han Yan to die in his own technique. If Han Yan committed suicide, it would have little to do with him. If the ancestor of the sect were to ask again, he could openly say that he originally only wanted to teach Han Yan a lesson and not kill him.
Thinking about it, Deng Zucheng suddenly felt that he was the smartest person in the world, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Han Yan's gaze turned serious as he released a large amount of his consciousness, forcefully fusing two different types of energy.
The moment the two types of energies touched each other, they created explosive vibrations. Han Yan's mind moved, and quickly separated. In that instant, if he had been any slower, the mirror would have exploded. Thinking about the consequences of the explosion, Han Yan's forehead broke out in cold sweat as he began to hesitate in his heart. Should he use his blood essence to forcefully raise the white flames to the cyan rank?
After thinking for a moment, Han Yan still did not want to give up. He did not know whether or not he would succeed in forcefully increasing his cultivation, and even used up his blood essence. Blood essence was a person's lifespan. A drop of blood essence represented a year of life. Who would use blood essence to cast a spell? Unless there was a treasure to recover one's blood essence in one's heart, other cultivators would not easily do such a thing.
Deng Zucheng saw that Han Yan had stopped and laughed: "Han Yan, I advise you to give up! "These two kinds of energy cannot be fused at all. Don't you think that's funny?" At this point, he paused before continuing, "If you want to commit suicide, I can play with you. Before you fully integrate, I will not attack. What do you think?" After he finished speaking, he laughed out loud. His wild laughter made it seem as if he had seen something extremely funny.
The last bit of hesitation in Han Yan's mind had disappeared. Since Deng Zucheng had said this, he had complete time to fuse the two types of spell. With a flick of his consciousness, the two different spells clashed once again. The moment they collided, another explosive energy was produced. However, this time, the energy was very weak and did not reach the degree of explosion. Han Yan sucked in a breath of cold air, slowed down his speed and slowly clashed together.
The process was very slow, so slow that Deng Zucheng was somewhat impatient, and the surrounding disciples could not help but discuss it again.
"Do you think he will succeed? I think what he did was ridiculous. "
"That's right, let alone fusing two different types of energy together, it's even hard to fuse two similar types of energy. I think there's really something wrong with his brain."
"It's impossible for that elder to defeat the Supreme Elder's technique, so he thought of this method. If he succeeds, he might be able to destroy that vine. If he fails, the energy generated by the explosion might even be enough to kill him. "
Xiahou Ming snorted coldly and said: "He always likes to challenge golden core stage Rankers, and there will be a day when he dies at the hands of those Rankers."
When the disciple at the side heard this, he could not help but come over, and said: "Fourth Senior Brother, who do you think is the elder?"
Xiahou Ming glanced at his mouth, and said disdainfully: "How can I not recognize him, he's that cultivator who escaped with Master Ancestor Xiao during the competition."
Hearing this, the crowd cried out in alarm and the female cultivator became even more excited, chattering, "Wah!" He was that senior brother! To think that he was able to kill so many golden core stage Warriors in a row. "
The pretty female disciple beside her reminded, "Senior Zhang, he has successfully reached Foundation Establishment and has become an elder."
The cultivator called Senior Zhang stuck out her tongue and laughed: "Hehe! "I was too excited just now and I hope he can defeat me …" As he spoke to here, he saw the disciples around him had strange expressions on their faces. When the words left his mouth, he awkwardly said, "I didn't mean it that way, I just wanted to say that I hope he can combine these two techniques." After she finished speaking, she looked towards the nearby Deng Zucheng. Seeing that he was not angry, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Everyone's eyes revealed looks of self-satisfaction, and immediately looked towards Han Yan.
Although Dong Juan didn't discuss Han Yan with Qi Refining Stage Cultivator, he didn't think that Han Yan could successfully fuse them. He thought to himself, "Explosion, explosion, I'll blast you to death, you little bastard …"
Han Yan frowned, he was completely focused on sensing the fusion of the two types of energies within the Golden Crow Copper Mirror, and the moment he made a mistake, he would not even have a chance to regret it. The fusion speed was extremely fast, and only half an incense stick of time had passed before it finished. Deng Zucheng, who was at the side, had already lost his patience, and snorted coldly: "Han Yan, just how long are you going to merge with me? He thought for a moment, then extended five fingers towards Han Yan and said: "I'll give you ten breaths of time.
The moment the words came out, everyone was startled, and after ten breaths of time passed, there was no difference between this and not giving Han Yan enough time.
Those female cultivators who worshipped Han Yan could not help but protest. However, they were protesting in their hearts, and did not have the courage to challenge the golden core stage's Great Clan Elder. If he really did it, it would be no different from suicide. Those male cultivators all regarded Xiao Yuyao as their goddess. After knowing Han Yan's identity, they all felt envy and jealousy, and some of the disciples couldn't help but curse, "Blast him to death! "Such a scum should have died a long time ago."
After Han Yan heard Deng Zucheng's words, his mind stirred with a slight fluctuation. At such a crucial time, this trace of fluctuation was a fatal blow. The speed at which the two spells fused with each other suddenly increased, and the explosive shockwave became more intense. In just half a breath, the entire copper mirror began to shake violently, emitting a buzzing sound.
Han Yan's forehead was filled with cold sweat. He clenched his teeth and just as he was about to remove his consciousness from these two techniques, he discovered that his consciousness seemed to have become one of the two, and was simply unable to be cut off. Without even thinking, Han Yan threw the copper mirror out. However, just as he waved his hand, the copper mirror released a huge amount of energy which tightly sucked his hand. It was impossible for him to throw the copper mirror away with his arm.
Deng Zucheng, who was at the side, almost fainted as he laughed out loud, "Han Yan, do you see that? Even the heavens are helping me." However, in the next second, his laughter abruptly stopped. Not only that, the expression on Deng Zucheng's face quickly changed from wild laughter to doubt and then to surprise. Finally, he widened his eyes with a look of disbelief on his face.