Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

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"This, why...is it you?"

Xin Taiyan's eyes were like bells waiting for him.

The Nine Nether Demonic Fire not only devours all things, but ordinary monks who are burned by the demonic fire may be instantly reduced to ashes. Even if they practice fire-based techniques, they cannot avoid it.

However, at this time, Jiang Tian was unscathed!

"hateful!"

Ancestor Liehuo cursed secretly.

After all, everyone could see that Jiang Tian was swallowed up by the Nine Nether Demonic Fire, and it was done intentionally by him.

"Elder Taichu, it's great that you are okay!"

Mo Xianlin walked over quickly, looked up and down, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Tian was intact, and he was happy from the bottom of his heart. After all, Jiang Tian was an important chess piece that could break through this world.

"How can a mere demon fire hurt me at all? Right? Fellow Taoist Liehuo?"

Jiang Tian looked at Ancestor Liehuo with interest.

The journey of cultivation is not only about seizing the fortune of heaven and earth and tempering oneself, but it is also mixed with intrigues between people, people and demons, people and demons, and even unknown types of existences.

Jiang Tian in his previous life was a supreme being who had achieved the Hongmeng fruition. What sinister and cunning person had he not seen before?

Ancestor Liehuo's little thoughts had nowhere to hide in front of Jiang Tian.

Besides, how could Jiang Tian entrust his own safety to a monk whom he had just met for the first time?

Long before entering the Nine Nether Demon Fire, he had quietly formed a defensive circle to wrap himself up, so how could anything happen to him?

"That's very good."

Ancestor Liehuo responded calmly.

Although Jiang Tian had some tricks, he relied on his advanced cultivation and expected that Jiang Tian would not be able to do anything to him.

"Fellow Taoist Taichu, this broken sword..."

Mo Xianlin looked at the broken sword in Jiang Tian's hand with intense eyes.

The surging sword intent emitted by the broken sword just now, as well as the sword spirit within it, all indicate that this broken sword is absolutely extraordinary!

If it can be refined again, it will definitely become a sect-suppressing magic weapon of the Immortal Zhen Sect!

"This broken sword has been invaded by demonic energy and is worthless to the sect master."

What Jiang Tian said was definitely not a lie.

The ancient battlefield had long been infected by the demonic aura of the World-Destroying Immortal Emperor, and all the immortal magic weapons in it were damaged. Under the influence of the demonic aura, the weapon spirits inside had long since become unconscious.

It is simply impossible for ordinary people to take it for their own use.

Jiang Tian, ​​on the other hand, can absorb the spirit of the fairy and the devil at the same time, and with the help of mysterious formations, he may be able to try to help the weapon spirit regain its sanity.

"Fellow Taoist Taichu, you don't want to monopolize the sword, do you?"

Xin Taiyan frowned.

"Sect Master Mo is really good at running the sect. A mere elder actually taught the sect leader a lesson." Ancestor Liehuo said with great interest.

"Ah...this..."

Mo Xianlin suddenly looked embarrassed.

"Oh? In that case, whoever wants it can just take it!"

How could Jiang Tian not hear Ancestor Liehuo's instigation? He immediately swung the broken sword and inserted it into the ground with a "clang" sound.

"Elder Taichu misunderstood. I just wanted to ask what material this broken sword was made of, not to ask for it."

Mo Xianlin felt very aggrieved. Whether it was Ancestor Liehuo or Jiang Tian, ​​they were both existences he could not afford to offend.

"Sect Master Mo, since your sect does not want this broken sword, I, the Liehuo Sect, will not be polite."

Ancestor Liehuo looked at Xin Taiyan and nodded slightly.

"Brother Mo, if there is a magic weapon later, your sect has the first right to choose!"

After he finished speaking, Xin Taiyan immediately formed a complicated formation in front of him by making finger gestures, regardless of whether Mo Xianlin agreed or not.

The complex formation mobilizes the surrounding fire laws, absorbs the spirit energy and turns it into a blazing fire, completely covering the entire broken sword.

The momentum was so powerful that it even illuminated the area within a hundred miles with red light.

"This Fire Sect is indeed well prepared."

Jiang Tian nodded slightly.

Just by looking at this formation, you can tell that it is specially designed to suppress broken immortal weapons.

"Brother Xin, your sect has such a profound foundation!"

Mo Xianlin also saw the clues and was a little unhappy.

Xin Taiyan said before that the sect elder accidentally entered the ancient battlefield and discovered this place by chance, which was obviously a lie.

At this time, Xin Taiyan was concentrating on suppressing Broken Sword and had no time to pay attention to Mo Xianlin.

Ancestor Liehuo said in an indifferent voice: "Sect Leader Mo, since I brought you in, I will naturally let you share the benefits, why do you have to be so weird!"

Hearing this, Mo Xianlin couldn't help but feel angry, but he could only endure it for the time being, staring at the broken sword with uncertain eyes.

"Buzz!"

There was a buzzing sound, and the broken sword that was originally calm once again burst out with surging sword intent.

"it hurts……"

The weapon spirit, whose clothes were torn and whose body was half black and half white, appeared again, its entire face distorted by the burning of the fire.

"This formation can actually burn weapon spirits?" Mo Xianlin frowned.

"That's natural. This formation can not only sacrifice the spirit of the weapon, but also the soul of the monk!"

Ancestor Liehuo said proudly: "In order to study this formation, I have spent a full thirty thousand years!"

Jiang Tian shook his head and laughed.

This formation seemed to it to be extremely simple, but it took Patriarch Liehuo 30,000 years to do it. It was really ridiculous!

Ancestor Liehuo looked at the Broken Sword Artifact Spirit and shouted loudly: "I ask you, are you willing to surrender to me?"

The burning of the fire seemed to restore the Broken Sword Artifact Spirit to the slightest bit of sanity.

I saw the black and white weapon spirit raised his head and gritted his teeth and said: "You... are worthy of it!"

"Hmph! I don't know how to appreciate it!"

Ancestor Liehuo snorted coldly: "Taiyan, let it taste the power of this formation!"

"Yes, ancestor!"

Xin Taiyan suddenly stopped his hand and shot out several complex formations. Three fireballs suddenly separated from the blazing fire.

The fireball rotated crazily, compressed, and finally attacked the Broken Sword Artifact Spirit at extremely fast speeds.

"Shameless!"

The weapon spirit seemed to be injured by the fireball. His whole face was twisted in pain, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"Hmph, you still dare to be so harsh!"

Xin Taiyan was furious. Just as he was about to create a few more formation patterns, he saw that the body of the weapon spirit, which was originally black and white, was suddenly completely occupied by black.

"Young men, I want you to die!"

Qi Ling's entire face was no longer distorted by pain, but became excited.

He raised his hand and grasped it. The broken sword fell into his hand with a whoosh, and then he swung it hard.

"boom!"

The entire formation dissipated instantly.

The surging flames suddenly spread to all directions, and everyone retreated dozens of feet.

"What's going on!" Xin Taiyan forcibly suppressed the churning aura in Xutian.

"It turned completely black..."

Mo Xian was staring at the blazing fire.

I saw a man covered in black and holding a broken sword walking out of the raging fire.

It was the weapon spirit just now.

"Just like you, you still want to conquer the immortal weapon, which is simply ridiculous!"

The black weapon spirit held the broken sword in his hand like a peerless swordsman, "But having said that, I really have to thank you. Without you, I would not have been able to master this body so easily."

The body is a broken sword!

"No, Broken Sword is possessed!"

Hearing this, Jiang Tian frowned.