A deacon of Xianzhen Sect made a complex mark in front of him, and a little on the huge stone gate of the stone prison.
Above the stone gate, the defensive formation pattern suddenly lit up, and a huge roar came, and the stone gate slowly opened.
"Fellow Daoist Shenghuo, you can go in."
"Thank you."
Xin Shenghuo nodded slightly and walked into the stone prison.
"Who, who is it!"
Zhao Wuji's horrified voice came from the stone prison.
"Senior Brother Wuji, it's me, who wins fire."
Xin Shenghuo raised his hand and waved it, and a cluster of fire lit up around him, illuminating the stone prison.
Zhao Wuji was seen disheveled and radiating his hair, with haggard appearance, and his limbs were bound by thick iron chains and curled up in the corner.
The Liehuo Sect and the Xianzhen Sect have a close relationship, while Zhao Wuji and Xin Shenghuo are both the leaders of the ancient immortal world, so they naturally have a close relationship.
At this time, I saw Zhao Wuji's cultivation falling and being trapped in the Shizhuo, and I was not only angry.
"Shenghuo? You, why are you here? Did my master ask you to pick me up and I go out?"
Zhao Wuji suddenly stood up and walked towards Xin Shenghuo, but was pulled by the iron chain and fell to the ground.
"Senior Brother Wuji!"
Xin Shenghuo quickly helped him up and sighed: "I came to attend the Immortal Ancient Conference. I thought I could have a drink and chat with you, but I didn't expect you...ah!"
Zhao Wuji opened his mouth and said nothing.
Originally, he had the last glimmer of hope for Mo Xianlin, but at this moment, the last glimmer of expectation in his heart was finally shattered.
"That old guy really doesn't care about friendship at all!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, as if it was the ice that had never melted in the ages.
"Senior Brother Wuji, why did you say this? Master Mo still cares about you very much, and he asked me to come to see you."
Xin Shenghuo sighed and said, "Then Jiang Taichu is not easy to provoke. You might as well apologize to him. There may be a turning point in this matter."
"No need!" Zhao Wuji snorted coldly.
"Senior Brother Wuji, you are confused!"
Xin Shenghuo advised: "You are the saint son of the Xianzhen Sect, the largest sect in the ancient immortal world. If you want to take charge of the Xianzhen Sect in tens of thousands of years, why bother with the temporary gains and losses?"
"Ha, temporary gains and losses? Of course I don't care about temporary gains and losses. What I want is to let the entire ancient fairy world crawl at my feet!"
"Senior Brother Wuji, what are you talking about?"
Looking at Zhao Wuji's crazy eyes, Xin Shenghuo suddenly felt afraid and couldn't help but take two steps back.
"I can't talk nonsense."
Zhao Wuji's lowered head slowly raised, and his cold eyes were filled with endless hatred.
"Brother Shenghuo, my plan to unify the ancient immortal world will start with you!"
"Senior Brother Wuji, what do you want to do?"
Xin Shenghuo suddenly felt his soul tremble and felt a dangerous aura coming.
He was about to raise his hand and sacrifice his true fire in his life, when a strong wind blew out of the stone prison.
Zhao Wuji's white hair flew away, and with a bent finger, a demonic thought containing huge spiritual power quietly invaded his divine treasure.
...
As the fairy spirit's aura rolled, Mo Xianlin stepped on the flying sword and Xin Taiyan and flew towards Juling Peak.
"Brother Xin, if you can explore the magical medicine this time, the two Immortal Zhen and Liehuo Sects will be just around the corner!"
Mo Xianlin smiled and said.
Just now, he specifically reported the matter on the ancient battlefield to the Immortal Emperor.
The Immortal Emperor of Destroying the World only said that Mo Xianlin would test it, look at Jiang Tian's strength, and then fell asleep.
The matter of the ancient battlefield is considered a default.
"Brother Mo is joking. I can't even think about unifying the ancient immortal world. I just hope that after unifying the ancient immortal world, I can take care of the Liehuo Sect more." Xin Shenghuo said complimentingly.
"Brother Xin is polite, haha!"
The two of them were talking and laughing, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived at the Juling Peak where Jiang Tian was.
But before the two of them landed, they felt a wave of heat coming towards them. When they looked down, they saw that the entire Juling Peak main hall was surrounded by raging fire.
A figure was standing in front of the surging fire.
"Shenghuo, what did you do!"
Seeing that it was Xin Shenghuo, Xin Taiyan stepped out and came to Xin Shenghuo.
"Father, Master Mo, Jiang Taichu is just a fairy seedling, but the person who tortured Senior Brother Wuji is not like a human, and the ghost is not like a ghost. I'm here to give him some color!"
Xin Shenghuo looked angry.
"Rareless! Fellow Daoist Taichu is the elder of Xianzhen Sect, how can you evaluate it? Besides, this is the family affairs of Xianzhen Sect, so how can you let it be! "
Xin Taiyan frowned.
Although Xin Shenghuo is arrogant on weekdays, he has always been sensible in his work. How could he be so reckless today?
He quickly clasped his fists at Mo Xianlin and said, "Brother Mo, you are more reckless, please don't mind Brother Mo."
"This matter...is not a question I mind or not. You should think about how to explain to Elder Taichu!"
Mo Xianlin's face was extremely difficult to see.
Jiang Tian was the one who even the Nine-Headed Demon Lord dared to kill, and Xin Shenghuo actually burned the Spirit Gathering Hall.
Isn’t this a lantern in the toilet, asking for death?
"I am the saint son of the Liehuo Sect, why do you need to explain to him..."
Before Xin Shenghuo finished speaking, a giant hand condensed from the aura of fairy spirit broke through the aura of the fire, grabbed Xin Shenghuo's neck and nailed him into the air.
"Elder Taichu, calm down!"
Mo Xianlin quickly bowed and apologized: "The virtuous nephew Shenghuo was just a moment of recklessness and had no intention of offense!"
"Elder Taichu, please show mercy and let the dogs go. In the future, my Liehuo Sect will definitely regard Elder Taichu as a guest of honor!"
Xin Taiyan bowed his hands and held his fists, and his words were quite threatening.
Although Mo Xianlin blew Jiang Tian so amazingly, Xin Taiyan had never seen him before. He only thought that Jiang Tian was just a fairy seedling with excellent qualifications.
He was quite angry at Jiang Tian without any warning.
"Bastard! I dare to treat this holy son like this. Do you believe it or not and let your soul be silent!"
Although Xin Shenghuo has the perfect cultivation of transforming the gods, in Jiang Tian's hands, he has no power to fight back and can only show the advantage of words.
"It's really a protector."
A misty sound came from the burning hall.
The next second, a huge palm formed by the aura of fairy spirit broke through the fire and slapped directly at Xin Taiyan.
"Elder Taichu, show mercy!"
Mo Xianlin is one head and two big ones.
With Jiang Tian’s decisive character of killing, who knows whether this palm will directly shatter Xin Taiyan Xutian and extinguish his soul?
"Arrogant!"
Xin Taiyan spread his hands and blocked him in front of him.
In an instant, the spiritual consciousness pulled the fire laws and the aura of the immortal spirit, forming a fire barrier in front of the body. Above the barrier, there were faint array patterns flashing.
Although this barrier is only an intermediate formation in the Liehuo Sect, Xin Taiyan believes that he has the perfect cultivation of returning to the void, and it should be no problem to deal with Jiang Tian's palm.
But this time, he miscalculated.
"boom!"
The fire barrier was as vulnerable as a spider web under Jiang Tian's palm and dissipated instantly.
"What!?"
Xin Taiyan was shocked and hurriedly retreated, trying to avoid it.
But the distance is too close,
"Bang!"
Xin Taiyan was directly knocked out dozens of meters and fell to the ground. He felt a little cracked and in great pain.