Chapter 66

The Bone Spirit Fire, it is said, originates from human bones, and is born from the bone marrow of the corpse of a powerful deity in an environment filled with countless corpses and cold ghostly qi. The rumor may be true or false, but its grand reputation is not.

Because it is indeed powerful!

The old ancestor of the Red Corpse was trapped in the Blood Fork Coffin and was also slashed by the Tai Xuan Eight Extremes Sword into his chest. The fact that he could remain alive for a thousand years is largely due to this fire. And the reason he did not use this fire even at the brink of death is probably because the fire would immediately dissipate once it left his body.

In the end, Qin Feng benefited from it.

However, another problem made Qin Feng frown.

He had the fire, but how to retrieve it?

Putting his hand into the coffin? Ridiculous!

Not to mention the terrifying nature of the coffin, the Bone Spirit Fire itself is not something his flesh hands can touch casually.

"What should I do?"

Qin Feng's brows were tightly furrowed, and he couldn't think of a good idea for a long time.

The fire, to Qin Feng, was like a flying sword to Zhan Bai, a fatal attraction.

Because Qin Feng had the Nine Devouring Heavenly Fire Pearl in his possession, this treasure could easily devour and control fire. With the seed of the Bone Spirit Fire, Qin Feng was certain that the power of the Nine Devouring Fire could be greatly enhanced.

With the treasure fire in front of him, but no way to obtain it, Qin Feng couldn't help but hesitate.

"Could it be that I really have to deal with that guy?" Staring at the coffin in front of him, Qin Feng's mind suddenly became hazy, and Zhan Bai's words echoed in his mind.

"Qin Feng, if you become a demon one day, I will surely slay you!"

Qin Feng knew that this coffin was a highly malevolent and evil object, far surpassing ordinary demonic items. If he were not careful and was devoured by the coffin, he would surely undergo a drastic change in his nature and fall into the path of demons.

But what about the Bone Spirit Fire? Give up?

The answer was naturally no!

Qin Feng sighed helplessly, perhaps this was the only way.

Seal the coffin and subdue the demon!

Steeled his resolve, Qin Feng cleared his throat and said—

"Fiend, come out and talk. I know... you can't digest it."

Qin Feng was not talking to himself but to the coffin in front of him.

After speaking, Qin Feng stared intently at the Blood Fork Coffin, waiting quietly.

The coffin showed no reaction, and Qin Feng was not in a hurry. He pulled a chair and sat in front of the coffin, then said, "Fiend, think carefully. This is your only chance. If you lose it, you will forever sleep in my storage ring, and you will never be able to turn the tide unless I die."

As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, the front of the coffin strangely opened, and a huge crimson demonic eye suddenly squeezed out from the flat surface of the coffin. The vertical red pupil scanned the direction where Qin Feng was, exuding a fierce demonic aura.

"Damn, it really exists!"

Qin Feng's eyes widened in disbelief!

To be honest, Qin Feng was not entirely sure that there was such a monster inside the Blood Fork Coffin. He had guessed this from the blurred paintings on the walls of the Blood Fork Temple. He didn't expect that a mere shout would actually bring it out.

At this moment, to say that Qin Feng was not at all afraid would be a lie.

The pounding of his heart made Qin Feng momentarily at a loss for words.

"Boy, you're afraid!"

A sudden female voice echoed in Qin Feng's mind, harsh and grating. In his line of sight, he saw only the strange red eye, which moved left and right and then blinked strangely in his direction.

"Afraid! But I am more greedy."

Qin Feng spread his hands, gradually regaining his composure. He stared intently at the eye and slowly spoke.

"Ha! Greed, what a good word. Over countless years, I have seen so many people. They all denied their greed, but in the end, it was their endless greed that destroyed them, making them lose themselves. Without exception, they were all devoured by me, even their souls!"

"Devour the master?"

Qin Feng's brows furrowed as he asked.

"Exactly. From ancient times to the present, from the day I was born, all those who became the master of this coffin have died from my counterattack. Because their hearts were not strong enough, not powerful enough! Little guy, I know you obtained the method to bind me from the walls of the Blood Fork Temple. Do you want to try it?" The female voice grew more and more pleased, and finally, she even laughed maniacally.

Qin Feng's brows furrowed, and his mind was in turmoil.

The origin of the Fiend, from the murals in the Blood Fork Temple, Qin Feng had already understood clearly. This fiend, who committed countless evils in ancient times, was beheaded by a heavenly punishment from the upper realm. His body was collected by an ancient evil path expert and refined into its current form.

The Fiend, unwilling to accept this, counterattacked its master, and after many changes, was finally suppressed inside the Blood Fork Temple by the blood demon monks using ancient blood curse secret techniques.

Unfortunately, over time, the power of the blood curse weakened.

Thus, the Blood Fork Temple appears once every thousand years!

But the first person to discover it a thousand years ago was the head of the Eight Extremes Sect, Daoist Xuantian. He came from a prestigious family and was full of righteousness, so he would not let the coffin regain its freedom. Instead, he used the coffin to set a trap, luring the Red Corpse old ancestor of the Earth Corpse Sect, and sealing him inside the Blood Fork Coffin.

Unfortunately, Daoist Xuantian miscalculated. The Red Corpse, in his final moments, counterattacked and killed him.

Thus, the Blood Fork Coffin lost its first chance to reappear.

Until a thousand years later, today—

The coffin followed him and reappeared!

"Could... I be its destined master?"

"I can grant you freedom!"

Suddenly, Qin Feng said to himself.

"Freedom...?" The Fiend's large eye widened, and the red lines in its pupils contracted violently. It stared at Qin Feng's eyes for a long time.

"Little guy, you're Qin Feng, right?"

Qin Feng nodded.

"From your words, I feel sincerity, and from your eyes, I see your determination and perseverance. I believe your strong will can resist my evil aura. But my evil is beyond your imagination! Heaven wants to slay me, and I have nowhere to hide! Do you think I can regain my freedom?"

The demonic eye stared intently at Qin Feng, seemingly waiting for his answer.

Qin Feng's heart tightened. He knew that success or failure hinged on this moment.

From the walls of the Blood Fork Temple, Qin Feng had seen much and understood some scattered fragments of the Fiend's history in ancient times.

Detestable, terrifying, deserving of death, deserving of punishment!

But Qin Feng also knew the Fiend's suffering! Imagine, anyone, with their head as the lid and their body as the coffin, for countless years, unable to be reborn, how could they not suffer?!

Qin Feng sighed and affirmed, "Yes, you can!"

"How can you gain freedom?"

"By slaying heaven!"

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