Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 515: Flame Devil

Xingluo no longer hesitated and quickly approached the target. The dark sword in his hand shone with a deep light, and he started a fierce battle with the flame demon. Since he mastered the dark sword, he deliberately began to use this fighting method that combined magic and close combat. He planned to practice it well. The flame demon's attack was swift and fierce, spraying hot flames, trying to force Xingluo back. The heat wave of the flame rushed towards him, almost suffocating Xingluo, but he evaded flexibly with his body skills, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Xingluo concentrated his mind and chanted a spell. Dark energy gathered around him, forming a solid shield. The flames of the flame demon were blocked by the shield and could not penetrate. Xingluo took the opportunity to counterattack, swinging the dark sword, drawing sharp sword lights, and repelling the flame demons one by one. The sword light flickered in the darkness, and each swing brought heavy power, cutting the flame demon in half.

The battle lasted for a while, and Xingluo's forehead was covered with sweat, but he did not stop. The number of fire demons continued to increase, and each one was more ferocious than the last. But Xingluo relied on his perseverance and skills to repel them one by one. Each of his attacks was full of determination and strength, as if he was fighting for his own goal.

Finally, Xingluo defeated all the fire demons, and the surroundings returned to a brief peace. He took a deep breath and continued to go deeper into the cave, looking for the stolen magic scroll. The depths of the cave were darker and hotter, and each of his steps became heavier. Finally, he stopped in front of a hidden stone chamber.

Xingluo stood in the center of the stone chamber, staring at the ancient box. The appearance of the box was mottled due to the passage of time, but the complex runes engraved on it were still clearly visible. The runes had smooth lines, interweaving into a mysterious and delicate pattern, as if telling ancient legends and spells. The sheen on the surface of the box flickered with a dark light under the reflection of the flame, as if warning anyone who tried to open it.

Xingluo took a deep breath, his heart filled with awe and a little nervousness for the origin of magic. He carefully stretched out his hand, touched the surface of the box with his fingertips, and felt a strange coldness and slight vibration. He knew that these runes were not just decorations, they contained powerful magical power and protected the treasures in the box.

Xingluo gently ran his fingers over the runes engraved on the box, and felt a faint magical energy flowing between the runes, as if the box was responding to his touch. This energy made him shudder, and at the same time, it strengthened his determination to crack this ancient magic circle.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated, focusing all his attention on the runes. He began to recite the spell to remove the magic, his voice low and steady, each syllable with firm power. The sound of the spell echoed in the stone chamber, as if it was communicating with the ancient runes.

As the spell progressed, the runes on the box began to glow slightly, flashing a faint black light, like stars in the night sky. These lights danced with the rhythm of the spell and gradually became brighter. Xingluo felt the magic energy in the runes gradually loosening, and he knew that he was breaking this ancient magic circle step by step.

His spell became more and more complex, the syllables became faster and faster, and his fingers slid quickly over the runes. He gently touched each rune with his fingertips, injecting dark energy into it, making it resonate with his spell. The light of the runes gradually spread, forming a complex magic circle pattern, floating above the box.

Xingluo knew that each rune had its own specific meaning and energy nodes. He had to trigger these nodes accurately so that they would perfectly combine with the power of the spell. His fingers slid quickly over the runes, sometimes tapping, sometimes stroking, and every movement was extremely precise.

The runes on the surface of the box began to become more and more active, and blue light flowed between them, forming rays of light that intertwined into a complex and beautiful light network. Xingluo's spell entered the final stage, his voice became deeper and more powerful, and his finger movements became faster and more precise.

At the moment when the last syllable was pronounced, the entire magic circle suddenly burst into a dazzling black light, as if a small sun rose in the stone chamber. Xingluo felt a powerful energy impact, but he stood firmly in place, and the dark sword in his hand released a layer of shield to protect him from the impact.

The light gradually dissipated, and the magic circle pattern disappeared. The runes on the box no longer glowed, and the surface returned to calm. Xingluo knew that he had successfully cracked this ancient magic circle. He slowly lifted the lid of the box, and the scene inside made him feel delighted.

The inside of the box was a deep black, in stark contrast to the ancient decorations on the outside. Xingluo's eyes were focused on the center of the box, where a magic scroll lay quietly. The surface of the scroll exuded a faint glow, which was soft and mysterious, as if it contained endless secrets.

The material of the scroll looked extremely precious, as if it was made of some rare magical animal skin. Black light flowed on the surface of the scroll, forming a strange light pattern, as if telling the ancient magic knowledge. Xingluo felt a strong magical aura emanating from the scroll. This power made him feel awed and full of desire at the same time.

He gently picked up the scroll and felt a wonderful touch, soft yet tough. The light danced at his fingertips, as if the scroll was responding to his touch. Xingluo carefully examined the scroll, his heart filled with anticipation and joy. He knew that what was recorded in this scroll would be of great help to his next move.

After putting away the scroll, Xingluo looked around to make sure there were no other hidden dangers. He prepared to leave the cave and return to Elias's residence. Although the journey was full of dangers, the gain made him feel very worthwhile.

The moment he stepped out of the cave, Xingluo felt the air outside was exceptionally fresh. He took a deep breath, and with a full sense of accomplishment and firm determination, he set out on the road back. The shadows and heat in the cave were a thing of the past, and what awaited him ahead would be new challenges and greater adventures.

When Xingluo turned around and prepared to leave the cave, a huge fire demon suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked his way. The fire demon was huge, with blazing flames all over its body, like a walking volcano. Its eyes flashed with anger, and its roar was deafening. Blazing flames gushed out of its body, illuminating the entire stone chamber. The temperature suddenly rose, and the air was filled with a scorching breath.