Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

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In his previous life, when Jiang Tian was killing powerful enemies in the fairy world, he also encountered the enemy's magic weapons.

Magic weapon weapon solution is equivalent to instantly forcibly transforming all the materials used to build oneself into strength and cultivation, which is even worse than the power of a monk's self-destruction.

The most important thing is that the reason why Jiang Tian never left was because he wanted to use secret methods to search for the spiritual imprint of the broken sword and learn more about the ancient battlefield.

Therefore, no matter what, the Broken Sword Soldier cannot be allowed to escape.

It's just that the weapon spirit's movement was so fast that Jiang Tian had no time to stop it.

As soon as he raised his eyes, the sky and the earth were suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the dense demonic energy that covered thousands of miles around seemed to be summoned by some kind of summons and gathered in the sky above the weapon spirit.

For a moment, the evil wind raged and the black thunder dragon rolled.

The ancient battlefield looks like the end of the world!

"Ancestor, what's going on?" Xin Taiyan looked at the vision of heaven and earth nervously, swallowed, and involuntarily leaned towards Ancestor Liehuo.

"Ancestor Liehuo, isn't this weapon spirit going to self-destruct?"

Mo Xianlin was also well-informed and quickly saw the clues.

"If my guess is correct, it should be that the troops will be disbanded!"

While his robes were fluttering, Ancestor Liehuo briefly explained what the weapon solution was, and said quietly: "The immortal magic weapon weapon solution is like a monk's self-destruction, which will destroy both body and soul, but the power of the explosion is enough to destroy the world! What a pity. This is amazing material!”

"Ancestor, it's already this time. What immortal materials are you still worried about? You'd better think about how to save your life!" Xin Taiyan said nervously.

"Ancestor Liehuo never panics when faced with danger, I think there must be a way to avoid it!"

Even so, Mo Xianlin still condensed several defensive formations around his body. However, he was still uneasy and used several defensive magic weapons.

"That's natural..."

Ancestor Liehuo sneered.

Before he finished speaking, he heard the weapon spirit suddenly tremble and make a sharp and harsh whistle.

Dots of starlight were emitting from the black body of the weapon spirit, and the broken sword inserted in the head was also electrified and emitting dots of starlight.

Starlight drifted out, quickly drifted into the sky, and merged with the rolling dark clouds.

Among the black clouds, there were bursts of thunder, and a violent and raging aura instantly filled the entire space.

The book says it is short, but in fact everything happens in an instant.

Everyone barely had time to react before they saw broken swords mixed with supreme sword intent breaking through the black clouds and stabbing at everyone with a roar.

"Ancestor, help!" Xin Taiyan shouted loudly.

Mo Xianlin also quickly moved closer to Ancestor Liehuo.

Ancestor Liehuo smiled confidently and raised his hand to offer the golden bowl of flames, enveloping the three people in the golden bowl.

Mo Xianlin let out a long breath and wanted Jiang Tian to come in, but it was already too late.

"Dong dong dong..."

Countless black broken swords condensed from sword intent and black clouds hit the flaming golden bowl like raindrops.

The golden bowl trembled violently, like a giant bell that had been struck.

Inside the golden bowl, it was like an earthquake. Everyone felt that their feet were unstable. The huge sound almost tore their souls apart. Inside the virtual sky, there was even more tumbling, and there was a faint crack.

Even Ancestor Liehuo gritted his teeth and stared at the black broken sword that hit the golden bowl. He seemed surprised that the broken sword soldier solution was so powerful.

After a few breaths, the impact gradually stopped, and the three of them finally took a breath.

"Huh...is this the end?"

Mo Xianlin looked up nervously and saw that the ancient battlefield had returned to its previous gray appearance, and the weapon spirit had long since disappeared.

"It should be over." Ancestor Liehuo said solemnly.

After hearing this, Xin Taiyan also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is the elder Taichu!"

At this moment, Mo Xianlin suddenly wanted to look around, but Jiang Tian was nowhere to be seen.

"He must be dead!"

Xin Taiyan said solemnly: "Even when I was in the golden bowl just now, I felt like I was going to tear Xutian apart, let alone a monk in the god transformation stage!"

"This... ugh! I should have known I wouldn't have brought him here!"

Mo Xianlin regretted it endlessly.

Jiang Tian is extremely talented. He can fight the four demon kings alone without falling behind. He can destroy them and return to the void with just a raise of his hand. However, this is the magic weapon of immortality.

How could he resist!

If that existence had known about this, he might have punished himself!

"Ancestor, this golden bowl..." Xin Taiyan looked at the flaming golden bowl in surprise and found that there was a faint crack on it.

You know, the flaming golden bowl is so strong that it can even withstand the Nine Nether Demonic Fires. Unexpectedly, the black broken sword's attack actually caused cracks in the flaming golden bowl!

"It doesn't matter!"

Ancestor Liehuo waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned, but actually his heart was bleeding.

This flaming golden bowl was also one of his magic weapons at the bottom of the box. Unexpectedly, it was cracked by the black sword rain.

Seeing Mo Xianlin sighing, Ancestor Liehuo said coldly: "The road to cultivation is inherently bumpy, and there are many people who will be destroyed physically and mentally if they take one wrong step. Why should Sect Leader Mo sigh!"

Mo Xianlin was already in a bad mood. Hearing Ancestor Liehuo's sarcasm again, he suddenly became angry. Just as he was about to retort, he suddenly felt an unusually dangerous aura.

Looking up, he saw a broken sword stabbing towards him rapidly from the sky.

This broken sword has no aura fluctuations. If it is thrown on the ground, it will be no different from scrap metal.

But at this moment, the rapidly approaching broken sword made him feel a sincere feeling of fear. Every cell in his body was frantically warning of danger, and even his soul was trembling.

"This...isn't it...not over yet!"

At this time, Xin Taiyan also keenly felt the dangerous aura, and was shocked when he saw the broken sword coming.

Just now, the broken sword was like rain, and it had already cracked the Fiery Golden Bowl. Now it attacked again, with such a dangerous aura, how could the Fiery Golden Bowl be able to withstand it.

"Ancestor Liehuo, think of a solution quickly!"

While speaking, Mo Xianlin, who was in the golden bowl, once again condensed the formation and used the defensive magic weapon.

He also didn't think that Jinbo could withstand the invincible blow of Broken Sword!

"Why are you panicking! You are still the master of the same sect! Why are you so unlucky! I am here to keep you safe and sound!"

The Liehuo Ancestor frantically mobilized the power of the fairy spirits to repair the cracks on the Lieflaming Golden Bowl.

"Yes! That's what our ancestor taught us!"

Xin Taiyan turned his head and looked at the broken sword that was approaching quickly, and then looked at the flaming golden bowl that was constantly being repaired, and felt a little calmer.

"Don't trust this old guy!"

Mo Xianlin had always been prudent and did not fully trust Ancestor Liehuo. Instead, he secretly formed several defensive formations around his body.

Seeing that his whole body was impregnable, he just took a breath and heard a "bang" sound. He looked up and saw a crack appeared on the flaming golden bowl!

"No! What's going on with this broken sword!"

At this time, Xin Taiyan suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked up and saw that the broken sword, which had no aura at all, gradually emitted a dazzling light. Under the light, the flaming golden bowl cracked inch by inch.

"This...this...is the power of the magical weapon of immortality!"

Under the light, Mo Xianlin's defensive formations and magic weapons were as fragile as spider webs.

"hateful!"

The golden bowl of flames shattered, but Patriarch Liehuo had no time to feel distressed. He sacrificed several magic weapons in succession, but they were no match for the broken sword.

Seeing the broken sword coming, everyone could only close their eyes and wait for death.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, but the three of them did not feel the severe pain or the tearing of the sky.

Looking up, he saw a figure holding a broken sword in his hand.

It was Jiang Tian.