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Chapter 572: I Refuse To Believe!

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A Will Eternal – Chapter 572

Chapter 572: I Refuse To Believe!

The instant the ten-colored flame appeared, the entire cave was illuminated by a brightly colored light. In fact, the light even pierced through the walls of the cave, making the entire mountain light up brightly.

An extremely strong pressure emanated out from the flames, causing Bai Xiaochun's eyes to widen with excitement. He even started to shake.

"I did! I concocted a ten-color flame !! ” He feels even more excited about juggling multi-colored flames in person than he usually does when concocting medicine.

In contrast to Bai Xiaochun's excitement, Zhou Yixing's mind was struck as if by lightning. He just stood there gaping, his mind cleared by the sight of ten-colored flames.

He wanted to believe that he was just hallucinating . but unfortunately, was unable to fool himself in such a way. He had just witnessed his own clan formula used to conjure everything from one to ten colors of fire.

It was a matter that had turned his world upside down. At home, even patriarchs who were terrestrial necromancers would not be able to do such a thing.

What was even more surprising was that this necromancer had just learned the formula of his clan. Despite that, he still managed to, something that made Zhou Yixing feel completely lost.

“This is impossible.. impossible…. How did this happen…?" His face was as white as a piece of paper as he muttered crazily to himself. After all it was a huge blow to him, and when he compared himself to this Necromancer Bai, he couldn't help but feel himself just trash.

“Inhuman! He is completely inhuman !!! ”

Disappointment surged within him, erasing the jealousy from before. The difference between him and this necromancer. He was not even qualified to be jealous.

The ten colors of fire marked the absolute peak of the necromancer master rank. In all of the Wildlands, the number of necromancers who could conjure ten-colored flames was extremely limited. Every such person is capable of dominating the field almost wherever they go.

Master necromancers at the peak of their level could attract many followers of other soul cultivation. Furthermore, given that they could conjure a ten-colored flame, when they made a soul medicine, it would be considered a level ten low-tier soul medicine.

Most necromancers welcomed followers of soul cultivators. After all, it took a lot of souls to conjure fire. For example, a ten-colored flame required 30,000 vengeful souls. For a necromancer to obtain all those souls alone would be extremely troublesome. Having followers to help is a natural way.

Although, not all necromancers like to have followers. Some of them like to do things on their own for a variety of reasons. In terms of obtaining souls, it was also possible to go to the king cities, or the clan of necromancers, and trade soul medicines for what they needed.

After all, necromancers who reached the master rank were generally famous if not famous. If destiny was on their side, they could achieve thrilling progress, shake the earth and become earth necromancers. Terrestrial necromancers were even more famous, and were far above master necromancers in terms of standing.

Bai Xiaochun took a deep breath as he shifted his gaze from the ten-colored flame to look at Zhou Yixing. When their eyes met, all of Zhou Yixing's pride and rejection was shattered, completely shattered by the ten-colored flames. Nagging bitterly, he did not even dare to hold back Bai Xiaochun's gaze.

Bai Xiaochun's heart was pounding. Clearly, it would be much easier to make Zhou Yixing do as he said in the future.

“Well, since I've already scared her so much, I might just keep going. I bet that when I conjured an eleven-colored flame and became a terrestrial necromancer, Zhou Yixing would be so shocked that he would end up half dead. " Filled with anticipation, Bai Xiaochun chuckled lightly at himself and then took out a jade slip with information about the fire formula. Even as Zhou Yixing stood there watching, he reviewed the eleven-colored flame formula.

Zhou Yixing hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Rekan Daoist Bai, there is a huge difference between the ten-colored and eleven-colored flame–"

"You just sit still and watch," Bai Xiaochun cut out proudly. His previous ten successes made him feel extremely confident. From what he knew, conjuring fire was actually a very simple matter.

The way Bai Xiaochun responded to Zhou Yixing caused his heart to start pounding. The truth was if he could actually watch the eleven-colored flame conjured, it would be a good thing for him. That was especially true considering that the technique used was his own clan. To Zhou Yixing, it was almost the same as watching one of his clan's ancestors light a fire.

Zhou Yixing took a breath and sat quietly there, staring at Bai Xiaochun's hand.

After about ten breaths of time passed, his expression flickered. Although he was able to control the way 60,000 souls merged together, as they flowed into the ten-colored flames, he realized that an unexpected transformation was underway. The pressure of the flame force was too strong. Bai Xiaochun was not too familiar with the fluctuations of fire magic, but could clearly sense them.

"Not good!" Bai Xiaochun's face fell. Losing control even on one soul meant losing control over the entire ten colored flames. The souls suddenly all poured into the flames at the same time, causing the flames to flash wildly. Then, an explosive sound could be heard .. as the flame winked.

The green smoke rose and then disappeared. Bai Xiaochun's jaw dropped, and Zhou Yixing was both stunned.

Bai Xiaochun's breathing was stuck in his throat. Just finished bragging only to fail dramatically causing his face to burn as if with fire. Roaring furiously, he slapped his bag to produce more souls, and then began to conjure flames, ranging from one-color varieties and continuing back to ten. Then he stared at the ten-colored flame and reviewed everything he had done so far, and then, began another attempt at the eleven-colored flame. Immediately, a rumbling sound sounded like ..he failed again!

"I refuse to believe that I can't succeed!" Bai Xiaochun angrily struck her back, only to realize that she was out of soul …. Then he slowly looked at Zhou Yixing, who was recovering from his previous shock and looked at Bai Xiaochun with a strange expression on his face.

Feeling humiliated and even more furious, Bai Xiaochun said, "What do you see ?! Bring me some more souls !! If you don't come back with at least 100,000, then don't come back! "

Giving Zhou Yixing a nice last look, he waved his sleeve, sending him flying out of the cave.

Once outside, Zhou Yixing gnashed his teeth in anger at this Necromancer Bai's domineering manner. Clearly, he was simply not skilled enough to conjure an eleven-colored flame, and Zhou Yixing even tried to warn him. Not only did he ignore her, but he even started bragging. Then when he failed, he vented his anger at Zhou Yixing.

Laughing lightly, he said, “Hmph! You really think it's that simple to become a terrestrial necromancer ?! ” Unfortunately, due to the restriction spell that Bai Xiaochun had placed on his cultivation base, he had no choice but to follow orders and go capture some souls.

Unfortunately, Bai Xiaochun's clone had captured all the souls nearby, so wherever he searched the area, he couldn't find a single one. Gritting his teeth, he expanded his search. As he walked, the night began to fall. At the same time, dark clouds filled the sky, and rain began to fall, a rain that smelled sharp and aching when it touched his skin.

Occasionally, a bolt of green lightning would crackle across the sky above.

At other times, Zhou Yixing would only rotate his cultivation base and ignore the rain. But after ninety-five percent was sealed, he was forced to endure it miserably and cursed.

“I hate people named Bai! If only the Hell-Emperor would notice what was happening, lower the hellish lightning and remove that person from the map! ”

After sending Zhou Yixing out to hunt souls, Bai Xiaochun sent three of his clones to do the same, except that he told them to search in the forest.

His clone had the same cultivation base as he did, and was also equipped with Soul Convergence Pills, which made things a little easier for them than for Zhou Yixing. As for Bai Xiaochun himself, he sat there silently, analyzing his previous failures and working on some more conjurings.

One day, two days, three ….

Soon, seven days had passed, and Bai Xiaochun had managed to conjure over ten tongues of fire of ten colors. However, he had yet to be able to push a single one to level eleven coloured. Every moment, he met with failure.

As his anger and humiliation grew, his eyes became even more red. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked puzzled as she crazily tried to determine the reason for her failure. As more time passed, he began to change the formula he used for the eleven flames, even though he was unaware of it.

Thanks to his change, his skill in conjuring fire advanced steadily. However, he continued to face difficulties at every turn, the reason being that there was actually an obstacle between the ten-colored and eleven-colored flames.

Not only did one need to adjust the formula, but one also had to have perfect control over the ten-colored flame. The days passed, and Bai Xiaochun continued to descend into a state of sleep ….

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