As time goes by, Xiao Lin gradually becomes more and more proficient in controlling the fireball technique. He has even begun to control the size of the fireball. The fireball that was originally displayed was as big as a human head. Under his control,
It turned out to be only the size of an adult's fist, and the color also turned into a strange deep purple, which looked black at first glance.
But the terrifying and scorching aura emanating from it was indeed worse than before. After possessing this ability, the Demon Fang Black Bat suddenly encountered a nightmare-like scene. Each fireball looked a little inhuman.
It is harmful, but as long as it is caught in the exploding fireball, death is almost certain.
Xiao Lin was even able to gradually control the range within which the fireball exploded. The original range within a few feet would be affected. In the end, he was forced to reduce the range to less than one foot. Moreover, Xiao Lin believed that as he dealt with the larger area,
As the fireball proficiency increases, this range will further decrease.
Although the impact range has been reduced, the power has been increased several times. You must know that this reduction is not a reduction in the energy of the fireball. The same mana consumption originally affected a range of several feet, but now the same mana consumption only affects a few feet.
Within this range, one can imagine what kind of terrifying power the Demonic Fang Black Bat would have to bear within this range.
In order to improve his proficiency in spells, Xiao Lin almost never sleeps. Unless the loss of his spiritual consciousness is too great and has put his spirit on the verge of collapse, he will choose to leave temporarily, but after a few hours of rest
, immediately rushed back without stopping, and started fighting with the Demon Fang Black Bat again.
If any other monks saw this scene at this time, they would definitely be stunned. This kind of trial method is close to self-mutilation. Xiao Lin has been a persistent person since he was a child. This persistence is almost to the point of madness. In order to capture prey,
Once he even fainted from hunger and fainted on the mountain. If his father hadn't been very familiar with the place and brought him back in time, he might have died that time.
Of course, this is not because Xiao Lin likes to harm himself, but it is really too late in time. The catacomb trial is only started once every thirty years. For most low-level cultivators, they are under the age of forty.
The opening of a crypt is always a matter of luck. For Xiao Lin, it is also a kind of luck, at least he caught up with the opening of the crypt at the right age.
It's just that this time is a little awkward. If he can be given a few more years, even if he can't practice to the state of Qi Refining Stage, at least several basic spells can be cultivated to the level with a sufficient supply of Great Recovery Pills.
There is still great hope for the Dzogchen realm, and even the spiritual weapon of the Hidden Spirit Shield has a high probability of being refined.
But it is impossible for everything to be so suitable. There is not much time left for Xiao Lin. It can be said that if he does not pick the Purple Spirit Flower in this cave trial, then his path to cultivation will basically be cut off.
With Xiao Lin's pseudo-spiritual root qualifications, it is absolutely impossible to successfully build a higher-level elixir formula.
Therefore, he could only fight once, and for this reason, he was even willing to risk his life. In his heart, passing the cave trial was his only goal at this stage.
More than four months passed quickly.
Xiao Lin threw a dark purple fireball the size of a fist, killing the last Demonic Fang Black Bat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a depressed expression on his face. He spent more than three months fighting the Demonic Fang without sleep.
Fighting with tooth-black bats, and in order to improve his spell proficiency in a targeted manner, Xiao Lin almost only used the Void Spirit Shield and the Fireball Technique in the past three months. He would only use the Thunderbolt Technique to save lives unless he was in a very critical moment.
It is precisely because of this that his proficiency in the Void Spirit Shield and the Fireball Technique has been greatly improved.
In Xiao Lin's perception, his two spells were not far from Dzogchen, but there seemed to be something missing, and there seemed to be a hurdle, but he couldn't get over it no matter what.
Xiao Lin looked at the dark mountain rocks, and there were more than a dozen huge dark caves. He had never touched these dozen huge dark caves. Although the Demon Fang Black Bat was a gregarious monster, it had nothing to do with its feet.
Anacondas are also similar in that they use caves to divide their territories, and there is no connection between different caves.
This is also the reason why Xiao Lin often deals with all the Demonic Fang Black Bats in a cave at one time, but the Demonic Fang Black Bats in other caves do not all go out to besiege Xiao Lin, otherwise hundreds or even more of them would appear at one time.
Thousand Demonic Fangs Black Bat, even if Xiao Lin has mastered all the basic spells to perfection, he can only escape in panic, not daring to take any chances.
The last dozen caves were quite far away from each other, at least more than a hundred feet away. Xiao Lin threw a Hui Yuan Dan into his mouth, took a deep breath, and stretched out his palms again. There were three dark purple fireballs in his palms.
Condensed quickly.
Following Xiao Lin's cold snort, three dark purple fireballs formed a string and shot into one of the caves.
"Zhizhizhi" a red light flashed out from the cave, followed by dozens of magic fang black bats rushing out of the cave.
Six crystal clear emerald green shields around Xiao Lin's body were looming. At the same time, he stretched out his hands, and six fist-sized dark purple fireballs condensed out again.
"Whoops." Suddenly, among the dozens of Demonic Fang Black Bats, a Demonic Fang Black Bat that was about ten feet in size suddenly turned into a ball of black mist. Then the black mist dissipated, but the Demonic Fang Black Bat disappeared.
It's lost its trace.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin couldn't help but his eyelids twitched, and then he saw a black mist flashing about ten feet away in front of him, and a huge black bat with magic fangs came in front of him and opened its mouth.
The mouth showed the fierce fangs and rushed towards him.
"Black Bolt King of Demon Fang?"
Xiao Lin's expression changed, and the three fireballs in his hand were shot directly at the dozens of magic fang black bats. At the same time, the three fireballs in his other hand were shot directly at the magic fang that rushed in front of him without even thinking about it.
Black Bolt shoots away.
But the Demon Fang Black Bat King's body was once again shrouded in black mist. As soon as it enveloped its body, Xiao Lin's three fireballs had already hit it, and they exploded instantly. The black mist was swept away by the fire, but
But there is no body of the Demon Fang Black Bat.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin's face turned pale. Almost without thinking, he moved three feet sideways, but with a "plop", a pair of sharp claws directly smashed the Void Spirit Shield in front of him.
Caught off guard, Xiao Lin was startled, and almost instinctively cast the basic spell "Thunder Blast Technique". A bolt of lightning as thick as a thumb fell from the sky, hitting the Demon Fang Black Bat King's forehead, causing his small mung bean eyes to suddenly flash.
Freezing, but in less than a second, the eyes of the Demon Fang Black Bat King regained their consciousness again, and the black mist disappeared again after a flash.