Lin Xuan sat cross-legged in the Cultivation Room, green light surging all over his body. His eyes were tightly shut, and all that could be seen was spiritual radiance flickering without end. His entire person gave off a mysterious, profound aura.
Several feet in front of him, a ball of light several zhang in diameter hovered in the air. Inside the ball of light was actually a terrifying-looking Wild Boar, its tusks bared, appearing extremely imposing.
Yet from the look of things, it had clearly been restrained by a spell art.
Lin Xuan drew in a breath. His eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened slowly, divine light gleaming within them.
Then Lin Xuan raised his right hand and spread his palm flat. A cluster of flames leapt up from the center of his palm.
The flames were glazed in five colors, different hues of light flowing ceaselessly across their surface, appearing exceptionally gorgeous.
Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire!
That wisp of strange demonic Qi within it had long since vanished without a trace, refined away by Lin Xuan.
However, the present Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire was clearly somewhat different compared to several days ago.
Lin Xuan suddenly swept both hands up and down, his ten fingers flickering, and one strange spell seal after another appeared in sight.
Boom!
The Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, which had originally been hovering motionless above his palm, rotated slightly, then suddenly underwent an inconceivable change.
A strand of black emerged on the surface of the flame, then spread rapidly. In less than an instant, the five-colored spiritual fire had turned into Demon Flame, pitch-black as ink.
An unsettling aura radiated from its surface.
Lin Xuan studied the demonic fire before him. After the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire refined that strange demonic Qi, such a