Boom!
As soon as the pill entered his stomach, it felt as if a volcano was erupting inside him.
An unimaginably violent torrent of energy surged and raged through his limbs, bones, meridians, and dantian.
"Ugh—!"
Ning Lin let out a suppressed groan of pain, his skin instantly turning crimson, veins bulging like dragons, as if they were about to burst open at any moment.
Excruciating pain washed over him like a tidal wave.
But he gritted his teeth and held on to the last vestige of clarity in his mind.
Not enough!
Elixirs alone are not enough!
"come out!"
He silently recited it to himself.
The next moment, four flames of different colors rose from his body and surrounded him.
One flower, purple and black, as dazzling as a star, was the mutated Three Thousand Burning Flames.
One flower, pure white as snow, exuding a bone-chilling cold, is the Bone Spirit Cold Flame.
A single, formless flower, whose only visible feature is the distorted air around it, is known as the Fallen Heart Flame.
There was another one, lush and vibrant green, like a blooming lotus flower, which was the Green Lotus Earth Core Flame!
Four different kinds of flames have appeared in the world at the same time!
As soon as they appeared, they were attracted by the violent power of the pill and actively merged into the torrent of energy.
If the Nine-Turn Divine Source Pill is a pot of boiling oil, then these four different flames are four ladles of cold water poured into it.
Boom!
Within Ning Lin's body, a colossal transformation, as if the world had been created anew, seemed to have taken place.
The originally violent and disordered energy, under the harmonization and guidance of the four different flames, began to operate in a mysterious way.
His soul power began to surge wildly at an unbelievable speed!
Level 70...
Level 75...
Level 80!
Contra!
However, this is not the end!
That energy is still rising steadily!
Level 85...
Level 89...
bottleneck!
Between level 89 and level 90, an impregnable barrier appeared.
"Break for me!"
Ning Lin's eyes were bloodshot as he mobilized all the power within him and launched a final assault on the barrier.
Click!
A crisp sound, seemingly emanating from the depths of the soul.
The barrier has crumbled!
A powerful aura, far surpassing that of a Soul Douluo, surged into the sky from Ning Lin's body!
Buzz—
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black...
Eight spirit rings appeared one after another.
Immediately afterwards, at the location of the ninth spirit ring, an extremely dazzling red light suddenly shone!
A 100,000-year soul ring!
Title Douluo!
Breakthrough in the heat of battle, one step to godhood!
This sudden turn of events caused both sides in the fierce battle to involuntarily stop what they were doing.
Tang San, Qian Renxue, the Golden Sacred Dragon, and everyone else who was still conscious stared at the man enveloped in four-colored flames with expressions of utter disbelief.
"This...how is this possible?"
Tang San muttered to himself, forgetting even to continue his attack.
A Soul Emperor, in full view of everyone, took a pill and then... became a Title Douluo?
What kind of elixir is this?
How could such an incredible thing exist in this world?!
"Ning Lin…"
Qian Renxue looked at that familiar figure and felt the surge of powerful energy emanating from him. She was both shocked and heartbroken.
She knew that Ning Lin had to pay an unimaginable price to achieve this.
And all of this was for her.
Ning Lin slowly opened her eyes.
In his eyes, it seemed as if four-colored flames were burning.
He felt the unprecedented surge of power within him, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.
His gaze passed over Tang San and Qian Renxue, locking directly onto the enormous golden holy dragon.
"Just a slightly larger loach."
Ning Lin's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
"You dare to bar your teeth and claws in front of me?"
He raised his right hand and gently clenched it towards the golden dragon.
"Buddha's Wrathful Lotus".
As he finished speaking, the four different flames surrounding him began to merge rapidly along a specific trajectory.
Purple, white, cyan, and blue—four colors intertwined in his palm to form a magnificent four-colored fire lotus, no bigger than a palm.
This fire lotus did not emit any amazing heat.
It floated there quietly, like a perfect work of art.
However, whether it was Tang San, Qian Renxue, or the Golden Sacred Dragon, they all sensed a terrifying aura capable of destroying everything upon this small fire lotus.
It is a kind of annihilating power originating from the very source of the world.
"go."
Ning Lin flicked his finger.
The four-colored fire lotus then transformed into a stream of light, drifting slowly towards the golden holy dragon.
For the first time, fear appeared in the eyes of the golden holy dragon.
It could feel itself being locked onto by an indescribable aura, with no way to escape!
"roar!"
It let out a furious roar, opened its huge maw, and spewed out a thick golden beam of light, containing the ultimate divine power, in an attempt to intercept the fire lotus.
However, a bizarre scene unfolded.
The tiny fire lotus, upon contact with the golden pillar of light, completely ignored the immense energy contained within it and easily passed through it.
Then, to the astonishment of the golden dragon, it gently imprinted itself on its massive head.
There was no explosion.
There was no sound.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The next second.
"puff..."
A cluster of four-colored flames emerged from the forehead of the golden holy dragon.
Then came the second cluster, the third cluster...
In the blink of an eye, the flames spread to its entire body.
The golden holy dragon's massive body writhed violently, emitting a mournful howl that was far from the roar of a dragon.
Its indestructible golden scales are melting and peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A burnt smell began to permeate the hall.
That wasn't the smell of burning flesh and blood, but rather the sizzling sound of pure energy being burned by a strange fire.
barbecue.
Ning Lin is grilling this golden dragon, formed from a martial soul fusion technique, in front of everyone!
"No--!"
Amidst screams, the golden dragon's body disintegrated in mid-air.
The golden light dissipated.
Three figures, like kites with broken strings, fell from mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground.
It was Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Liu Erlong.
The three were charred black, their energy extremely weak, and they had already suffered severe injuries and passed out.
Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.
Everyone stared blankly at the man who remained in the finger-flicking pose, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
One move.
Just one move.
This shattered the martial soul fusion technique that the Golden Iron Triangle was so proud of.
What terrifying power this is!
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