Chapter 249: Three Sarira! Cultivation Soars! The Great Army Advances!

Black Water Long Yan!

That terrifying flame, black as ink yet brimming with destructive and purifying power, descended like the Netherworld's hellfire or an apocalyptic calamity!

Driven by Ning Chuan's vast demonic power, it transformed into a towering sea of fire that blotted out the sky and sun!

With a terrifying momentum capable of incinerating all things and purifying everything, it loomed down upon the thousands of Songshan Shaolin monks below, who were already terrified out of their wits and at a loss, as well as the three divine monks of the Du generation, their faces ashen with despair!

Wherever the flames passed, the air seemed to ignite, emitting a series of piercing "sizzle" sounds!

Space itself twisted and trembled, as if ready to collapse at any moment!

An indescribable aura of scorching heat and destruction instantly filled the entire Bright Summit!

The martial artists watching from the foot of the mountain were completely stunned by the terrifying scene before them, which resembled gods and demons bringing about the end of the world!

One by one, their faces turned deathly pale, their bodies trembled, and their eyes were filled with boundless fear and horror!

"Heavens... heavens! W-what... what kind of flame is this?! Why... why is it so terrifying?!"

On the usually cold and aloof beautiful face of Yueyue, the Palace Master of the Moving Flower Palace, shock and solemnity appeared for the first time, impossible to conceal!

She could clearly feel that within those black flames lay a terrifying power capable of burning and purifying everything!

Even she, a supreme grandmaster at the peak of her power, would likely meet the fate of having both her soul and spirit annihilated, turning to ash, if so much as a drop of that flame touched her!

Lianxing was so frightened that her face lost all color; her delicate body trembled slightly as she tightly gripped Yueyue's sleeve, her voice trembling with a hint of a sob:

"Sister... t-this... this is simply the fire of hell! We... we must leave quickly! This place is not safe to stay in!"

In the eyes of Li Xunhuan, which were usually filled with world-weariness and wisdom, there now was nothing but horror and disbelief.

The small flying dagger in his hand was unconsciously gripped tighter, his palm completely covered in cold sweat.

"This... this level of power... has completely surpassed the realm of martial arts... this is clearly... the power of gods and demons!"

On Ah Fei's stern face, solemnity appeared for the first time, along with a trace of... trembling!

He stared tightly at the ever-expanding black sea of fire in the sky, feeling the suffocating, terrifying pressure it exerted.

He knew that even his sword, as swift as lightning and unbreakable, would likely be utterly useless before such a world-destroying flame.

Indeed, it would not even have the qualification to approach!

And the Shaolin monks situated directly beneath the sea of fire were already terrified out of their wits, their hearts and livers shattered!

They felt the terrifying flames descending from the sky, capable of turning them to ash in an instant.

From their mouths came a series of desperate wails and piercing screams!

Some tried to turn and flee, only to find their legs had long since refused to obey, leaving them collapsed on the ground, unable to move!