Chapter Thirty-Two: Violet Flame

  Fei Tian Mo Hu waited for Ji Tian's response, but saw that the other party was unmoved, only focused on refining a piece of bone.

  "Are you a lonely ghost, did you hear me speaking? You're driving me to death!" As he spoke, he slapped the stubborn rock in front of him with a loud crack, and instantly shattered it into flying debris.

  With a flap of the Flying Demon Tiger's wings, a gust of wild wind suddenly blew up, scattering the black stone powder.

  A stir in the quiet sky, it's the power of the wind, with the law of the wind, indeed a tiger from the wind. This is what he thinks to show off his might, could it be that he's also afraid of something? What do I have that would make him afraid? Could it be the purple flames, does he think I'm on the same level as him?

  Perhaps there is an opportunity to be taken advantage of, if one really yields to him, their own heart may have shadows, which will definitely not be beneficial for future cultivation, even if it means dying in battle, one cannot yield to him.

  Ji Tian slowly stood up, although he still didn't have his yuan Shen, and was just a vague black misty shape, but also vaguely had a physical form. He approached Fei Tian Mo Hu step by step. He wasn't looking for death, but rather verifying the conjecture in his heart.

  That flying demon tiger saw Ji Tian walking towards himself, not surrendering, but with a sense of battle intent. Could it be that he really had some kind of killer move, and it wasn't what he seemed to see? Subconsciously, he followed suit and retreated.

  Jian Tian saw Fei Tian Mo Hu retreat and knew that he was somewhat fearful in his heart, this was the best opportunity for him to launch an attack.

  "Royal Flying Knives" Two white bone knives, one directly took the blurry head, and the other flew towards the demon tiger's sternum.

  The Flying Demon Tiger saw two white bone knives flying towards him, and he was not in the least concerned. He swung his bone wings, and a gust of wild wind blew towards the flying knives. The flying knives were instantly swept into mid-air.

  "Haha, that's all you've got? Fine, I'll play along with you. Let me show you the power of Tiger Lord. Following me won't be a waste of your time either."

  Those two flying knives were indeed swept into mid-air, but were again controlled by Ji Tian.

  "The Flying Dagger" this time flew out is the single horn of the Bone Snake that had just been refined.

  The Flying Demon Tiger saw a black bone knife flying over and joked, "So you only know this much, I overestimated you, go for me" Another gust of wind.

  "Royal Flying Knife" two white bone knives flew in unison, directly targeting the demon tiger's eye sockets.

  The Magic Tiger burst into anger: "Is this the end?", at this time a sudden change occurred.

  "Boom", that black flying knife blown into the air circled around and attacked the right wing of Fei Tian Mo Hu from behind, causing an explosion.

  It turned out that this black flying knife had not been refined and extracted, but was filled with spiritual energy, which could be detonated at the right time.

  Flying Demon Tiger let out a miserable cry, inhaling the toxic substance contained within the black knife. His entire spiritual energy suddenly became somewhat sluggish, and one of his wings was severed by a white jade bone knife. The bone knife actually pierced into his own eye socket, but failed to pierce his soul's flame.

  A furious roar. The Flying Sky Demon Tiger's spiritual power stirred, reattaching the broken wing and preserving it with his spiritual energy.

  The sky was gloomy and oppressive, and the opponent could actually reassemble his limbs. Now there's nothing left but to wait for death.

  The Flying Demon Tiger suddenly flapped its bony wings and charged into the sky. From a high vantage point, it said: "You little brat, I'm going to swallow you whole!"

  A whirlwind suddenly enveloped Ji Tian with a swirling gust of wind, lifting him into the air.

  "A strangling" whirlwind suddenly appeared with a tearing force, causing the ghostly body that had finally stabilized to start loosening, and pieces of black fog appeared in the wild wind.

  Jì Tiān's heart was filled with anxiety, "What should I do? Ah, the Skull Tribe can use spiritual power to protect their bones, and ghosts can also use spiritual power to protect themselves." Jì Tiān hastily mobilized his yuan dan, suppressing the tearing force while using his spiritual power to form a layer of spiritual energy that wrapped around himself.

  "That's right, as long as spiritual power continues, the opponent's strength cannot break through one's own spiritual power level all at once, and one can protect oneself with it."

  Feitian Motiger looked at the Ji Tian who was being blown around in the whirlwind, laughing very happily, of course, his bones were also laughing, and everyone in the world cried.

  He just likes to abuse and kill others, possibly related to his past life being abused by others.

  Jitian borrowed the whirlwind to float to a height similar to that of the magic tiger, and ten black bone needles shot towards it. This was made from the sharp claws of a gecko, emitting a faint black glow. Jitian didn't know if these ten bone needles could break through the Flying Sky Magic Tiger's defense.

  Feitian Motiger saw that in the whirlwind, ten light spots flew out. He was not at all concerned and slapped his palm past them. The palm wind was like a wave, instantly blowing the black spots to drift aimlessly.

  The bone needle was still in the process of refining, and on top of it, there was a thread of purple flame that swayed in the wind as if it were about to go out.

  But with difficulty, the bone needle wrapped in purple flames broke through the fierce gale and flew towards the Magic Tiger's wing.

  After breaking through Motiger's spiritual layer, Purple Fire seemed to have completed its own mission and went out.

  This black bone needle was inserted directly into the gap between the bones of the Magic Tiger's wing, causing it to lose its buoyancy and plummet downwards.

  "It's a shame" is something that can fly and almost got killed.

  But what was that purple fire, which had such a powerful aura, giving ordinary bone needles extraordinary piercing power. The Magic Tiger Bone Wing squeezed and crushed the most powerful bone needle into powder.

  "Kid, I didn't think you had any skills, but now you're worthy of my recognition."

  Ji Tian felt that he had neglected something, the purple flame seemed a bit extraordinary, it was not just a representation of ability, after all, his own cultivation was different from others. Perhaps this was his own killer move.

  Apart from one bone needle that was destroyed and two lost in the wind, I still have seven left. If I can wrap all the bone needles in flames, won't the demonic tiger be miserable?

  "Bang" had two bone needles directly exploding in the purple flames.

  "It's not that simple, the bone needle is just a medium, but it can't carry so many flames, the scorching power of the purple fire is too great." As soon as he left Yuandan, the might of the purple fire became uncontrollable, and its combustible nature was revealed, along with its violent destructive power.

  "Kid, you'd better drink when toasted, or you'll be punished with a penalty drink."

  The demon tiger was ignored again.

  "Feng Ya" magic tiger opened its mouth and spat out, one by one, the crescent-shaped winds wrapped in spiritual energy, each emitting a chilling aura that pierced to the bone.

  He struggled to prop up his spiritual power, and the feeling of being slowly devoured was unbearable, it was a kind of torture.

  Ji Tian felt a strange energy invading his ghost body, with a feeling of being torn apart. It was the energy of the magic tiger rampaging inside his ghost body, and his own yuan dan also burst out with an energy to counter it.

  This is a war between energies, with only devouring and being devoured.

  If it were replaced by another ghost body, without the endless supply of spiritual energy from Yuandan to counteract it, it would have been torn apart long ago. However, Ji Tian also didn't know how to actively eliminate this foreign spiritual energy.

  Cannot clear what cannot be swallowed, but after swallowing, it can be refined.

  The purple flame doesn't know whether it can refine other people's spiritual power or how to refine it.

  "Kid, you can actually withstand my Wind Blade. Not bad, not bad." But Ji Tian's heart was filled with bitter resentment, how could he know that this power was constantly eroding him, leaving him without any ability to act, without any strength to resist, afraid that if he wasn't careful, he would shatter into pieces.

  "A gust of wind" suddenly appeared a mass of cloud and mist, the clouds changed shape, forming a tiger shape, pouncing towards Ji Tian.

  The sky was urgent, if it was blown by this tiger-shaped wind, it would definitely be like a fierce tiger's blow, and whether it could survive or not was unknown, so it simply fought.

  The power of the Xuantian Revolving Core was activated, absorbing that invasive spiritual energy into the core. His body immediately regained its mobility, barely dodging the tiger's shadow. However, the spiritual energy inside his core was restless, colliding left and right, not calming down at all.

  He felt the will of the magic tiger, and also the will of the wind, which was also the source of the spiritual power that possessed violent destructive power.

  The struggle of wills, if you have your own yuan Shen, it's simple, just kill directly.

  But now there is only using one's own strong will to make the other yield, it can also make the other perish, but this spiritual energy will disperse.

  In Yuandanli, a sense of oppression is presented. Under the oppression is a tiger and a gust of wind. The oppression is the will of Ji Tian.

  "Surrender or perish!" The White Tiger let out a long roar, the Wind Spirit howled, neither of them wanted to surrender, for surrendering would mean merging into each other's will.

  "Concentrating all his spiritual energy into the Yuan Dan, he amplified his will and bellowed: 'Submit, annihilate!!'"

  The White Tiger's legs trembled instantly, yielding bit by bit. Feng Ling was slightly better than the White Tiger; it was a product of heaven and earth, but in Ji Tian's Yuan Dan, Ji Tian was heaven itself.

  Ji Tian's body revolved as he absorbed this power into his yuan dan.

  But at this time, the tiger shadow pounced on him again, and this time a gust of wind blades burst out of the tiger shadow's mouth.

  Ji Tian was no longer afraid this time. At least he had a way to deal with the anomaly, circulating his yuan dan and forming a black hole that swallowed up the tiger shadow.

  The Flying Demon Tiger exclaimed in shock: "You can devour my energy? Roar!" The ground shook, and it pounced violently.

  Fei Tian Mo Hu is a cultivated skull, his opponent can swallow his own energy, knowing that this divine ability cannot take effect on him, then use direct force, he also has hard bones.

  But the quiet sky was unbearable, this wind with a tiger shape was much greater than the will contained in that single gust of wind.

  The tiger shadow was causing a huge commotion in its own dantian, almost breaking through the barrier of the dantian and escaping from the body.

  At this time, a fierce flame burst out within the Yuan Dan, with a hint of black silk amidst the purple flames, instantly enveloping the constantly roaring tiger shadow.

  The fierce flames are produced at the bottom of the yuan dan, without warning, and are also beyond the control of Ji Tian.

  This fierce flame burst out and burned towards the demonic tiger that was pouncing on Jing Tian.

  "Ah" a mournful cry, the skeleton of the magic tiger suddenly ignited, leaving only that ball of soul fire emitting an unwilling divine consciousness.

  Staring blankly with eyes wide open, he found it hard to believe that he had tapped his potential.

  Not surprisingly, Ji Tian was making continuous adjustments to his will when he could no longer control the tiger's shadow. This will produced a divine mental power that caused the yuan dan to produce a ball of dan fire. This dan fire was not something that Ji Tian had produced by using his spiritual energy to ignite it, but rather it was something that had been continuously condensed and produced from deep within the yuan dan itself.

  As cultivation progresses, the spiritual energy will settle at the bottom of the yuan dan and solidify into a solid form. The solidified spiritual energy will then ignite into flames. However, Ji Tian is still far from reaching this stage. In fact, the black bones sent to Ji Tian were imbued with a strand of soul power that was equivalent to the seed of the origin.