It was late at night.
In the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, within a tranquil courtyard, an ethereal bell tolled, stirring everyone's nerves.
"That's coming from the direction of the black market."
Lou Hechuan walked to the window, gazing at the sky, a sar of dark clouds spreading like thick ink, concealing the bright moon, exuding an air of mystery and ominousness.
"The gates of misfortune are wide open; the weather wreaks havoc—sothing's amiss."
Approaching, ng Qinghuan looked in the sa direction, a grave expression appearing on her charming face.
The weather was changing, with directions portending fortune or disaster.
If tonight, the most inauspicious place in the entire city of Yujing was where the black market was located, and this calamity developed suddenly, it was growing increasingly intense.
Rumble...
Alarms blared loudly as cars from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance rolled out one after another, heading toward the abandoned building where the black market was located.
Whoosh...
The night wind howled even more wildly, reminiscent of ghostly wails.
Lou Hechuan's expression changed slightly, unable to sit still, as he felt the temperature in the air dropping.
For ordinary people, this was nothing more than normal weather changes after entering winter.
But in the eyes of this Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance president, it was a warning.
"Has sothing happened to Fang Changle? Is it the demon of the Wuwei Sect?" ng Qinghuan's beautiful eyes also filled with gravity.
She knew that such weather phenona, if not controlled, might cause considerable trouble, and the next day's news would inevitably be flooded with reports of a gas leak...
"Can't wait any longer..."
Lou Hechuan looked troubled and turned to leave.
"Elder Lou, I'll go with you." ng Qinghuan didn't hesitate.
Rumble...
Just then, a muffled sound ca from the direction of the black market.
Lou Hechuan and ng Qinghuan instinctively paused, turned their heads, and saw a red light rising into the sky above the black market, faintly resembling a shooting star streaking across, montarily as if Separation Fire piercing the heavens.
"Is this..."
"Soone converting Fire Technique, kindling the lamp of the sky!?" ng Qinghuan's gaze sharpened into a line; she was so insightful, such weather phenona could only be conjured by profound mastery of Fire Technique.
At this mont, in the Deserted Mountain, within Jue Miaoguan.
Flickering lights cast a long shadow of the mysterious figure, with ethereal eyes looking through the window up into the sky.
"Great Success in Fire Technique, Nine Dragons Unification...a scion of the Zhang family…"
A sigh fell, like autumn water ripples, gradually dissolving within the barren mountain.
Rumble...
In the abandoned building of the black market.
Zhang Fan walked out of the True Fla, his majestic figure casting a shadow that suppressed all around. Nine Fire Dragons shot out from the spell, coiling atop the warehouse do, radiating pressure, a terrifying heatwave causing the building to tremble, cracks spreading along the walls.
"Is this…achieving Great Success in Fire Technique!?"
Fang Changle's gaze trembled; staring at Zhang Fan at this mont, he seed to no longer recognize him.
The nine Fire Dragons slowly converged, entwining with each other, like a giant lampshade, sealing off the abandoned building with no gaps.
"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield!" Zhang Fan whispered.
At this mont, his Fire Dragon Pill Sword finally stepped into a new level.
This technique was inspired by Feng Ping'an, derived from the Investiture of the Gods, Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave, and Taiyi True Man's magical treasure Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield; with this treasure, Lady Shiji was annihilated, body and soul, reduced to dust.
Now, Zhang Fan's Nine Dragons Unification exhibited this profound mystery.
The abandoned building, sealed by the nine Fire Dragons, was like a pressure cooker, with terrifying flas surging within, constantly pressing inward.
The air seed to ignite, scorching hot with every breath.
"Roar..."
Amidst the boiling True Fla space, chaotic ghostly figures emitted shrill screams, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye.
"Great Success in Fire Technique...you've actually touched this realm?"
Lord Hongshan's voice erged from the pervasive flas, laden with deep shock and disbelief; the black light around him began to disintegrate under the pressure of the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield.
"Yin Hu, let's see if your demon height overwhelms a yard, or my Dao surpasses by a foot."
Zhang Fan remained fearless; his Fire Dragon Pill Sword underwent thorough forging, reborn, and now bolstered by Maoshan's Red Dragon Jade Talisman; mastering Fire Technique, dispersing evils, he naturally feared no Ten Thousand Chong Ghosts Prison.
Rumble...
The nine Fire Dragons knit together flawlessly, an integrated whole, with scorching inferno surging inward, closed space forming high pressure. Even with Zhang Fan's protection, Fang Changle felt a tinge of fear, Primordial Spirit trembling, Red Dragon Jade Talisman yearning to spring forth.
This Fire Technique surpassed all he'd seen in his lifeti.
"I don't believe you two brothers could be my nesis." Lord Hongshan lowly growled, fierce light shining in his eyes.
Bang...
Before he finished speaking, the high-pressure True Fla evaporated the black light around him completely, and the countless ghostly faces instantly turned to clouds and mist.
"Ten Thousand Chong Ghosts Prison, broken..." Fang Changle murmured softly.
"It's not over yet..."
Lord Hongshan leaped to act, only to have a shadow pierce through his chest.
Black Rat, hidden in the dark, struck, black hair like blades, shedding blood upon the ground.
"Even if you were a true old tiger, today you would lay down here."
Zhang Fan stepped forward, imdiately flashing to Lord Hongshan's side, his right hand rose, golden light flickered, Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal manifested its ferocity, striking down directly on Lord Hongshan's head, smashing it to blood and stars appearing in his eyes, his entire body stiffened and toppled over.
Sigh...
The gloomy wind swept through, withering waves rushing, as the nine Fire Dragons slowly dissipated, all anomalies reverting to nothingness.
The spacious warehouse had already turned into a ruin, the once unfinished building now a complete hazard.
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