Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, and his figure appeared from the void, standing directly in front of the Silver God.
"Prison Director, have you confirmed your identity now?" Yin Shen asked with complicated eyes, although he was unwilling to accept this fact.
Zhuo Yifan looked at him indifferently and said coldly: "This is none of your business. Hand over your sword intention and I will make your life more comfortable."
Yin Shen laughed loudly: "Why don't you kill me? Sword intent is the foundation of a sword cultivator. Losing sword intent means losing all talents. It is more uncomfortable than death."
Zhuo Yifan frowned and sneered: "With me, life or death is not up to you. Without my consent, it would be difficult for you to die even if you want."
Yin Shen said harshly: "Ivan, if you do this, you will definitely regret it in the future."
"That's my business. I'm not asking for your consent, I'm just informing you." Zhuo Yifan looked at the crazy Yin Shen with pity and waved his hand.
Black chains suddenly emerged from the earth, stretching the limbs of the Silver God.
"Do you want me to do it myself, or do you want me to do it myself?" Zhuo Yifan said expressionlessly.
"Ivan, you are so ruthless. Okay, if you want sword power, I will give it to you." Yin Shen reluctantly compromised, because he knew that here, his life and death were in Zhuo Yifan's hands.
If you don't want to be tortured forever, you can only follow Zhuo Yifan's arrangements.
Zhuo Yifan transformed into a dark demonic body, stretched out his big hand, and a ray of demonic energy turned into a big hand, which directly reached into the Dantian of the Silver God, and grabbed the Silver Star Sword with one stroke.
Without Yin Shen's control, Zhuo Yifan easily erased the mark of the sword's intention. Without even looking, he directly inserted it into his body.
The Xuanwu Divine Armor squirmed for a while, as if it had swallowed a piece of delicious food. It quickly controlled the ownerless sword intent and slowly refined it.
Zhuo Yifan took another step, directly into the void, and disappeared in front of the Silver God.
Looking at the direction in which Zhuo Yifan disappeared, Yin Shen's head was all white, as if he had aged a hundred years. The luster in his eyes also dimmed, and he lowered his head indifferently.
Zhuo Yifan appeared again, but he was standing in front of a flame cage.
The sword-eating madman sat in the ring of fire with a calm face, as if he had known that this would happen.
The surrounding flames bring a kind of soul oppression to people. They are the three-flavored true fire that is famous in the three worlds.
"You're here. It seems that the Silver God has failed. You are now the master of the Netherworld Tower, right?" The Sword-Eating Madman looks about forty years old. He is tall and has a fleshy face. He looks very small at first glance.
Fierce.
But now, he seems very calm, like an old man who has seen through the vicissitudes of the world.
"How many years have it been! Being trapped alive in this flame, unable to take even half a step out, and facing only this dark life all day long, can you imagine such a life?"
"I can't imagine it because I've never experienced it, but looking at you and Yin Shen, it looks pretty miserable."
Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.
"It's indeed quite miserable. Originally, we had a chance, but Yin Shen wanted to find a relatively perfect body, so I made an agreement with the Fang family to get a junior from the Yin family to use the Soul Transferring Technique to transfer the body.
The souls of each other can transfer flowers and trees to get out of trouble, but it is a pity that we met you."
"It seems that Master Yinjian has to thank me." Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but sigh when he thought about the twists and turns in this. If Master Yinjian hadn't pretended to lose his sword intention in front of him, what would have happened to him.
It might be even worse, so it won't be Yin Shen who is tied up and suffering now, but him.
This can only be a result of man’s calculation being inferior to God’s calculation.
"How are you going to deal with me?" The sword-eating madman looked at Zhuo Yifan with a look of indifference in his eyes. Obviously, he had already prepared for the worst.
"I want your swallowing sword intent!"
Zhuo Yifan said simply and clearly.
"I can give you the Devouring Sword Intent, but can you help me collect the three flavors of true fire? Over the years, my body has been almost cooked by it, and it is really uncomfortable."
"I'll try my best."
The conversation between the two was surprisingly ordinary, as casual as two friends chatting about what to eat tonight.
Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, and the devil's heart turned into a fire spirit. He stretched out his big hand and grabbed the fire ring.
The three-flavored true fire is more advanced than the fire spirit qi. Although Zhuo Yifan is a fire spirit, it is still a bit difficult to collect such a large ball of three-flavored true fire. However, in this Netherworld Tower, he is simply like a god, ready to go at any time.
You can use the power of the entire Netherworld Tower to forcibly suppress and seal the three flavors of true fire, and then swallow it in one gulp.
The highly concentrated three-flavor true fire condensed directly into a fiery red bead. After being swallowed by Zhuo Yifan, it floated on the Dantian. Nascent Soul grabbed it and held it in the palm of his hand, as if he had found a treasure.
Seeing Zhuo Yifan absorbing the three flavors of real fire so easily, a hint of surprise and desolation flashed in the eyes of the sword-eating madman.
He understood that he was really in trouble this time and there would be no way he could recover.
The sword-eating madman stretched out his hand, and a strange long sword was pulled out from his dantian. This sword was different from the simple and simple way of seeking a sword alone, and it was also different from the destructive and dazzling sword intention of the Silver God. Instead, it gave people a
An empty feeling of nothingness.
Where the sword is, even space seems to no longer exist.
The sword-eating madman gently stroked the sword intent, which seemed to be substantial, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
"You don't want to have a fight with me, do you?" Zhuo Yifan said warily when he saw the sword-eating demon's movements.
"There is no need. You are the warden and can use the power of the entire field. I am absolutely no match for you here. Why should I ask for trouble? Besides, I have forcibly penetrated the three-flavored real fire several times and have been fatally injured.
, he can’t live for a few days.”
The sword-eating madman looked at Zhuo Yifan and said: "Although I don't like you, it is undeniable that you are indeed an eternal genius. You can integrate multiple sword intentions without the devouring sword intention. The devouring sword intention is in your hand."
, it should be able to exert greater power, and it can also be regarded as making my reputation as a sword-eating madman."
He laughed, threw the long sword over, then turned his back, sat cross-legged, and ignored Zhuo Yifan again.
The sword intent with all its marks wiped away twisted in Zhuo Yifan's hand, and even the surrounding space seemed to be changing, disappearing and appearing.
Zhuo Yifan swallowed the Devouring Sword Intent directly into his Dantian, and the Xuanwu Divine Armor was running at the same time, and the magic power from all directions surged in like it was attracted by a black hole.
Although the Devouring Sword Intent is powerful, with the permission of its owner, the mark of the Sword-Eating Madman has been erased, so it is easy for Zhuo Yifan to refine it.