Chapter 195: Taking the Source

'This fellow Han Feng really brought me a lot of fortune, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have this kind of treasure in my hands'.

Looking at the purple butterfly that appeared slightly slower in the cold fog compared to before, Xiao Ming felt very satisfied.

The ice blue cold mist he had just cast was called Heavenly Cold Qi, which was almost as rare as a Heavenly Flame, and ordinary flames would automatically be extinguished when they came within a certain distance of it, and only the Heavenly Flame was capable of resisting it.

Heavenly Cold Qi only existed in the depths of extremely cold places. This Heavenly Cold Qi was found by Xiao Ming in the Serene Sea Storage Ring, so it was obviously prepared by Han Feng in advance to subdue the Heavenly Flames.

The Heavenly Cold Qi could only suppress the Heavenly Flame for a period of time, and as time passed, it would dissipate, and by then, the Nether Poison Flame would regain its full strength again.

Therefore, Xiao Ming only paused for a moment before he started moving again. With a flick of his mind, an invisible flame erupted from his body and finally turned into an invisible drill spinning at high speed on his fingertips.

The flame drill spun madly, only its sound being heard without its body being seen, its sound spreading and echoing endlessly in the forest.

'Go!'

With a command, he snapped his finger and the flaming drill shot out ferociously and with a screeching sound shook the space in its path!

Peng!

The flaming drill pierced through the cold mist and finally struck the purple butterfly with surgical precision.

"Screech!"

The flaming drill was blocked by the butterfly only an instant before it pierced through, shattering the butterfly's body for the most part, and at the same time, a harsh, furious, and weird screech sounded like thunder.

A few lizard men in the distance, who were rummaging through the swamp, raised their heads and looked in Xiao Ming's direction.

"Gnorts yrev si ytrap rehto eht taht naem ylno nac ti noitautculf fo dnik siht etaerc (There are creatures fighting there, for them to create this kind of fluctuation, it can only mean that the other party is very strong!)"

"Emit siht rehto hcae gnithgif seno eht eb yam yeht meht dnif ot elba (It seems that some humans have entered our territory recently, the Grand Elder is looking for them, but has not been able to find them, they may be the ones fighting each other this time)."

"Sredle eht mrofni og stel (Let's go inform the Elders!)"

After talking to each other, the lizard men jumped into the swamp, creating waves in it, and then disappeared.

Xiao Ming knew nothing about the lizard men, and if he did, he wouldn't care too much.

The most important thing for him right now was to face the Nether Poison Flame in front of him.

When the furious roar stopped, a terrifying wave of energy that instantly made everyone present turn pale came out of the cold mist, and immediately, the temperature in the heaven and earth, which had been lowered by the "Heavenly Cold Qi", rose sharply!

As the temperature rose, the Heavenly Cold Qi that filled the sky began to gradually dilute, and the scattered butterfly form began to gather.

Looking at the Heavenly Cold Qi that couldn't last much longer, Xiao Ming frowned and quickly stretched out his right hand, and a huge red palm the size of thirty meters appeared in the sky, moving downwards with a sharp air-breaking sound.

"Splitting Mountain Palm." (Long-range High Xuan Dou Technique without attributes that Xiao Ming obtained from the Dou Technique Hall of the Inner Academy).

The Nether Poison Flame was covered in poison, Xiao Ming couldn't fight it melee, so he had always attacked at long range.

The huge red palm he sent out carried a monstrous aura and crashed into the forest where the purple butterfly was.

A large portion of the forest collapsed in response, and the fine Heavenly Cold Qi dispersed. The wet swamp seemed to emit a gurgling sound due to Xiao Ming's actions, and a bubble the size of a human head emerged, and with it came the poisonous gas that had been brewing in the swamp for a thousand years.

The poison gas filled the sky and blocked the view, making it difficult to see clearly. Suddenly, a silver light on the back of Xiao Ming, who was in the sky, flashed, and his whole body disappeared, leaving only an afterimage in the same place.

The next instant, a stream of purple light silently broke through, mixed with a very oppressive hot wind that blew through the afterimage.

The attacker was none other than the Nether Poison Flame, and although at this moment it had already formed a solid body, its body was much more illusory.

Obviously, Xiao Ming's attack a moment ago inflicted considerable damage on it.

Apparently realizing that the person it had attacked was not real, the purple butterfly immediately let out a strange shriek and turned to continue attacking Xiao Ming, who had revealed his form. At the same time, a black poisonous gas was released along its back, which began to permeate the entire sky.

And although Xiao Ming did not inhale this air at all, after a while, he began to feel a little dizzy-headed.

This alarmed him so much that he rushed to chase away this strange air surrounding his body, and only then did he return to normal.

'This Nether Poison Flame is worthy of its reputation, although I was careful not to inhale it, it actually affected me just by touching its poison in the air. This poison is so intense that it's no wonder few people have fought against it since ancient times'. Xiao Ming's face turned grave as he said secretly in his heart.

Seeing that its attacks were still being dodged by Xiao Ming, the purple butterfly's furious cry rang out once more as fiery energy fluctuations surged from its body.

The sky was filled with purple flames, which fluttered around the purple butterfly-like soldiers ready to attack.

The countless flames made the already hot swamp even hotter, and its surface turned into hard chunks of ground due to the heat.

Above the sky, Xiao Yi Xian and Zi Yan saw this scene, and their beautiful brows could not help but furrow, Zi Yan even had the intention to go down and fight with Xiao Ming. However, thinking of Xiao Ming's earlier instructions, she could only grit her teeth.

"Screech!"

The shrill screeching sound resounded loudly, and immediately, the sky was filled with surging flames as if a meteorite had crashed down, and the kind of screeching sound that filled the sky caused a sense of great anguish.

Under such a massive and terrifying attack, although Xiao Ming was not afraid, he still felt somewhat uneasy.

'For this Nether Poison Flame to have been able to gain spiritual intelligence, it is unknown how much energy is in its body, if it had not been severely injured by me before, and did not rely on a single method of attack, I'm afraid I would have to give up and run away. For the time being, I can't fight a prolonged battle with it, I will try to use the Song of the Snow Dragon, this Dou Technique has special effects on the soul, and it is possible that it will have a powerful effect against this Heavenly Flame who has spiritual intelligence'.

With this in mind, Xiao Ming slightly raised his hands and formed a strange hand seal before the Nether Poison Flame's next attack came, as his mouth bulged like a frog.

A moment later, the majestic Dou Qi turned into a high-powered sound wave and spread out from his mouth like lightning.

"Roar!"

The sound waves enveloped the entire battlefield, and even the strange sound of a dragon could be heard amidst the astonishing roar.

This time, the Song of the Snow Dragon was even stronger than the last time he used it against Mister Gold and Mister Silver, and one must know that Xiao Ming had not used his secret technique this time.

The reason for this was because of the Dragon Qi that Xiao Ming had obtained from the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill.

Powerful sound waves permeated the purple butterfly from the bottom up, and everywhere they passed, the purple flames that formed a meteorite were annihilated in the blink of an eye, and the purple butterfly's wings which were the target, stopped flapping.

'It really works, it's the time!'

A flame flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes as his silver wings swayed.

The next moment he appeared next to the butterfly, his right hand entwined with invisible flames pierced through the purple butterfly, and by the time he retrieved it, only a dark purple liquid the size of his thumb remained in his hand.

'The Source of the Nether Poison Flame is in my hands!'