The Nine Nether Demon Fire does not mean devouring all things, but ordinary monks who are burned by the demon fire will probably turn into ashes in an instant. Even if they practice fire-based skills, they cannot be avoided.
But at this time, Jiang Tian was completely unscathed!
"hateful!"
The ancestor of Liehuo cursed inwardly.
After all, Jiang Tian was swallowed by the Jiuyou Demon Fire, and everyone could see that it was he who did it on purpose.
"Elder Taichu, you're fine, it's so good!"
Mo Xianlin walked over quickly, looked up and down, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Tian was intact, he was happy from the bottom of his heart. After all, Jiang Tian was the important pawn who had broken through this world.
"How can I hurt a little by little if only magic fire? Yes? Fellow Daoist?"
Jiang Tian looked at the ancestor Liehuo with great interest.
The path of cultivation is not only to seize the fortune of heaven and earth and temper oneself, but also to mix with intrigues between people, people and demons, people and demons, and even unknown types of existence.
Jiang Tian in his previous life had attained the supreme existence of the Hongmeng Fruit. What dangerous and cunning people had never seen him?
The little thoughts of the ancestor Liehuo had nowhere to hide in front of Jiang Tian.
Besides, how could Jiang Tian give his safety to a monk who was only meeting for the first time?
Long before entering the Nine Nether Demon Fire, he had quietly condensed a defensive magic array to wrap himself up, so how could something happen?
“So very good.”
The ancestor of Liehuo responded indifferently.
Although Jiang Tian had some tricks, he believed that Jiang Tian could not do anything to him at all.
"Fellow Daoist Taichu, this broken sword..."
Mo Xianlin looked at the broken sword in Jiang Tian's hand with a warm look.
The surging sword intent emitted by the broken sword just now, as well as the sword spirits in it, all show that this broken sword is of extraordinary quality!
If it can be refined, it will definitely become a magic weapon for the Xianzhen Sect to suppress the sect!
"This broken sword has been invaded by the demonic energy, and it is worthless to the sect leader."
What Jiang Tian said is by no means a lie.
The ancient battlefield had long been invaded by the demonic energy of the Immortal Emperor of the World-Destroying World, and all the magic weapons in it were also damaged. Under the invasion of the demonic energy, the spirits in it had long become unconscious.
It is impossible for ordinary people to take it for themselves.
However, Jiang Tian can absorb the magic energy and demonic energy at the same time, supplemented by mysterious formations, and may try to help the weapon spirit restore his mind.
"Fellow Daoist Taichu, don't you want to monopolize the sword, right?"
Xin Taiyan frowned.
"Sect Master Mo is really good at governing the sect. A mere elder has taught the sect master a lesson." The ancestor Liehuo said with great interest.
"Ah...this..."
Mo Xianlin suddenly looked embarrassed.
"Oh? Since that's the case, whoever you want, just take it!"
How could Jiang Tian not hear the provocation of the Fire Ancestor. 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 frustrated. Whether it was the ancestor of Liehuo or Jiang Tian, they were all people he could not afford to offend.
"Master Mo, since the Sect does not want this broken sword, I, the Fierce Fire Sect, are you welcome."
The ancestor of Liehuo looked at Xin Taiyan and nodded slightly.
"Brother Mo, if you have magic weapons later, your sect has the right to choose first!"
After the words came to an end, Xin Taiyan didn't care whether Mo Xianlin agreed or not, and immediately pinched his fingers and formed a complex formation in front of him.
The complex array pattern mobilizes the surrounding fire laws, absorbs the immortal energy and turns it into a burning fire, completely wrapping the entire broken sword.
The momentum is so strong that it even reflects red within a radius of hundreds of miles.
"This Fire Sect is indeed prepared."
Jiang Tian nodded slightly.
Just by looking at this formation, you can see that it is specially designed to suppress broken immortal weapons.
"Brother Xin, your sect has a deep foundation!"
Mo Xianlin also saw the clues and was a little unhappy.
Xin Taiyan said before that it was the elder of the sect who accidentally entered the ancient battlefield and found this place by chance, which was clearly a lie.
At this time, Xin Taiyan was concentrating on suppressing the broken sword, and he had no time to deal with Mo Xianlin.
The ancestor Liehuo said indifferently: "Master Mo, since I bring you in, you will naturally get the benefits. Why do you have to be sarcastic!"
Hearing this, Mo Xianlin couldn't help but be angry, but he could only hold it back for the time being, staring at the Broken Sword, his eyes gloomy and sunny.
"Buzz!"
A buzzing sound rang out, and the originally calm broken sword burst out with a surging sword intent again.
"it hurts……"
The spirit of the weapon, whose clothes were broken, half black and half white, appeared again, and the whole face became distorted by the burning of the fire.
"This formation can actually burn the spirit of the weapon?" Mo Xianlin frowned.
"That's natural. This formation can not only sacrifice and refine the spirit of the weapon, but also the soul of the cultivator!"
The ancestor Liehuo said proudly: "I have spent 30,000 years in order to study this formation!"
Jiang Tian shook his head and laughed.
This formation seemed extremely simple to it. The Fire Ancestor actually spent 30,000 years, which was really ridiculous!
The ancestor of Liehuo looked at the spirit of the broken sword weapon and shouted loudly: "I ask you, are you willing to surrender to me?"
The burning of the fire seemed to restore the spirit of the broken sword weapon to the slightest consciousness.
The black and white spirit looked up and gritted his teeth and said, "You... are worthy!"
"Hmph! I don't know how to lift up!"
The ancestor of Liehuo snorted coldly: "Taiyan, let it taste the power of this formation!"
"Yes, ancestor!"
Xin Taiyan suddenly stopped and several complex array patterns were shot out. Three fireballs suddenly appeared in the burning flames.
The fireball rotated wildly, compressed, and finally attacked the spirit of the broken sword weapon at an extremely fast speed.
"No...shamed!"
The spirit of the weapon seemed to be injured by the fireball, and his whole face was twisted in pain, squeezing out two words from the gap between his teeth.
"Hmph, you still dare to be stubborn!"
Xin Taiyan was furious. Just as he was about to make a few more array patterns, he saw that the body of the instrument spirit, which was originally clearly black and white, was suddenly occupied by black.
"A little guy, I want you to die!"
The entire face of the weapon spirit is no longer distorted by pain, but becomes excited.
He raised his hand and grabbed it, and the broken sword fell into his hand with a whoosh, and then waved it hard.
"boom!"
The entire formation dissipated instantly.
The surging flames suddenly spread around, and everyone retreated dozens of feet.
"What's going on!" Xin Taiyan forced down Xu Tian's breath that was churning inside.
"It's completely turned black..."
Mo Xianlin stared at the blazing fire.
A man with a black body and a broken sword in his hand came out from the raging fire.
It is the spirit of the weapon just now.
"Just relying on you, you still want to subdue the immortal weapon, which is ridiculous!"
The black weapon spirit holds the broken sword in his hand, like a peerless swordsman, "But then again, I really have to thank you for yourselves. If it weren't for you, it wouldn't be so easy for me to master this body."