Weapon Master

Are you crazy?

At this time, within Tang Huan's Dantian, the three types of Spiritual Fire s within the "Nine Yang Divine Furnace" were fully utilized.

The "Xuan Ming Initial Fire" belonged to the five elements of water, the "Bodhisattva Fire" belonged to the five elements of wood, the "Nirvana Sacred Fire" belonged to the five elements of fire, the "Water Life Wood," and the "Wood Life Fire." Under the mediation of the "Flame Heart," the "Xuan Ming Initial Fire" greatly increased the might of the "Bodhisattva Fire," and the "Bodhisattva Fire" did its utmost to nourish the "Nirvana Sacred Fire."

Now, under Tang Huan's control, the flame in his palm did not radiate heat, but instead went into the round stage with the force that could topple mountains and overturn the seas.

"Tang Huan, are you crazy?" Feng Ming was shocked and angry.

"You came to the 'Infernal Realm's desert' because of me, and then were swept away by the 'Tempest of Sand', and ended up in the 'Infernal domain' by mistake, falling into a dead end. How can I just watch as you lose your life here!" Tang Huan growled, "No matter what, I have to think of a way to save you."

"You …"

Feng Ming's beautiful eyes flickered, her expression fluctuating as she gritted her teeth and said, "Tang Huan, not only will you not be able to save me by doing this, you will also end up causing yourself to die."

"If they really all die here, it would be the perfect time for us to be a pair of lovebirds." Tang Huan laughed.

"You … Tang Huan, you are already at this stage, you still have the mood to joke! " Feng Ming scolded, her pale and charming face secretly turning slightly red.

"I'm not joking."

Tang Huan laughed and said, "Don't worry, we won't die that easily. I want to see just how capable that spirit object is to devour my Spiritual Fire!"

He did this after careful consideration.

It took the spirit creature an hour to finish absorbing the energy from Feng Ming's body. From this, it could be seen that the spirit creature's spirit might be far stronger than Feng Ming, but its strength was at most the same as Feng Ming. If Tang Huan was just an ordinary Peak Stage Nine Martial Saint, he would naturally not dare to lightly touch the round table.

But because he had fused three types of Spiritual Fire, he was naturally fearless.

He did not activate the Genuine Qi, but only used the power of Spiritual Fire. If the spirit object had the idea of absorbing his power dry, then it would be pushed to its death by the power of the Spiritual Fire!

Hearing Tang Huan's words, Feng Ming's expression changed slightly, and a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

"Hu!"

Tang Huan no longer said a word, and his attention was already completely focused on the round platform. He noticed that the moment his incomparably blazing Spiritual Fire entered the round platform, it disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea. The round platform was like a black hole, devouring all the energy that entered the platform.

He had just tried it, and his right hand was indeed trapped by the sucking, unable to struggle free. This was equivalent to confirming Tang Huan's earlier judgement, the spiritual object should be inside the round platform.

However, Tang Huan was not worried, the power of the Spiritual Fire was still as strong as waves, penetrating through his palms and roaring through.

The three great Spiritual Fire allowed Tang Huan to wield an enormous amount of the Spiritual Fire's power. Back then in the Blood Blaze Mountain, Tang Huan's Spiritual Fire's power was almost completely devoured by the Phoenix Stage. But now, the power of the Spiritual Fire Tang Huan possessed was several times greater than before.

He did not believe that the spirit item could eat the power of the Spiritual Fire.

"Hu!"

Time trickled by, Tang Huan's body was like a statue, unmoving. The triangle-shaped room was completely silent, only the sound of the flames resonating could be heard.

Feng Ming looked at Tang Huan with her beautiful eyes without blinking. She frowned, and a look of worry quietly surfaced in her eyes.

The reason why the round platform took half an hour to finish absorbing the power from her body was because she had been resisting with all her might the entire time. But now, Tang Huan had taken the initiative to gift the power to the round platform, sucking. In this way, the rate at which one's strength would be consumed would reach an extremely frightening level.

If she was like Tang Huan before, and allowed the platform to devour her, or even took the initiative to send her power over, she would probably run out of strength in fifteen minutes.

"Huh?"

After an unknown period of time, Feng Ming suddenly gasped.

She discovered that the white platform in front of her was turning red. The red color was not reflected from the flames in Tang Huan's palm, but from its entire body.

"Could it be an illusion?"

Feng Ming was a little confused, she subconsciously raised her hand to wipe her eyes, but in the next moment, Feng Ming was stunned, she suddenly realised that her right hand had left the round table. Almost instinctively, her left palm also retracted and separated from the side wall of the round table.

"I've separated from it!"

After being stunned for a while, Feng Ming sprung up like a spring. Her legs staggered and she almost fell down, her strength completely exhausted, causing her to feel as if she had collapsed and unable to keep her footing. After a while, she barely managed to stabilize herself, and her face was filled with wild joy.

"It seems like I wasn't wrong." Tang Huan laughed, the force that seeped into the round altar did not weaken at all, it was mighty and rolling around.

"Tang Huan, can you still hold on?" Feng Ming could not help but ask.

"Of course, I've only used thirty percent of the power of the Spiritual Fire."

Tang Huan squinted his eyes and laughed, but in his heart he was slightly surprised.

Up till now, he had estimated that around fifteen minutes had passed, and he had already exhausted nearly fifty percent of his Spiritual Fire energy. Tang Huan didn't know if it could understand what he was talking about with Feng Ming, but understanding it was perfect to scare it.

Of course, even if the spirit item was not startled, the remaining fifty percent of the Spiritual Fire power should be enough. It had let go of Feng Ming so quickly, it was obvious that it was almost unable to continue eating.

"Hu!"

Following the continuous infusion of the Spiritual Fire's power, the circular platform had already become more and more red.

"Since you're so unwilling to let go, then I'll send you more."

The corner of Tang Huan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a ridiculing smile. In the next moment, his left palm also released a ball of flame, which then slammed onto the round stage. The terrifying power of Spiritual Fire rushed into the interior of the round stage like two torrents roaring down from the highest heavens.

"Tang Huan..."

Feng Ming was shocked, she had just called out Tang Huan's name, and swallowed the words that came after, she had already realised Tang Huan's intention, now that the power of the Spiritual Fire had surged into the round altar, it was equal to doubling, if the spirit item was truly at its limit, after seeing Tang Huan do this, it would probably be immediately stunned.

"Hu!" Two clumps of dark red flames wildly swayed.

"Yah!"

Just at that moment, a sharp scream seemed to burst out from the round table, but the sound became smaller and smaller. Within two to three breaths, it was completely gone, as if the spirit object hidden within the round table had already gone far. Almost at the same time, Tang Huan raised his palms.

PS: I was delayed for a while today. I only finished writing two chapters at 6 o'clock. I thought about it and decided to send it together after writing the third chapter. I posted a thread in the circle in the evening, so I'm sorry, but there might not be a lot of people who saw it.