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Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, and his figure appeared from the void, standing directly in front of Yinshen.

"Master Prison, have you confirmed your identity now?" Yinshen 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 intent, and I will make your life more comfortable."

Yinshen laughed loudly: "Why don't you kill me? Sword intent is the foundation of a sword cultivator. Losing sword intent is equivalent to losing all talents, which is worse than death."

Zhuo Yifan frowned and sneered: "With me, life and death are not up to you. Without my consent, it is difficult for you to die."

Yinshen said fiercely: "Ivan, if you do this, you will definitely regret it in the future."

"That's my business. I'm not asking for your permission, I'm just informing you." Zhuo Yifan looked at the crazy Yinshen with pity, and waved his hand.

Stripes of black chains suddenly emerged from the ground, hanging Silver God's limbs straight up.

"Do you want me to do it myself, or do it myself." Zhuo Yifan said expressionlessly.

"Ivan, you are so ruthless. Well, if you want sword intent, I will give it to you." Yinshen reluctantly compromised, because he knew that here, his life and death are in the hands of Zhuo Yifan. If you don't want to be tortured forever, you can only follow Zhuo Yifan's arrangement.

Zhuo Yifan transformed into a dark demon body, stretched out his big hand, and a wave of demon energy turned into a big hand, directly reaching into the silver god's dantian, and grabbed the silver star sword.

Without Yinshen's control, Zhuo Yifan easily erased the imprint of the sword intent without even looking at it, and even inserted it directly into his body.

The Xuanwu God Armor squirmed for a while, as if devouring 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 Silver God.

Looking at the direction where Zhuo Yifan disappeared, Yinshen's head was all white, as if he had aged a hundred years suddenly, and the brilliance in his eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head indifferently.

Zhuo Yifan appeared again, but he was standing in front of a flame cage.

The Sword Devouring Demon sat in the circle of fire with a calm expression on his face, as if he knew all this would happen a long time ago.

The surrounding flames bring people a kind of oppression on the soul, which is the famous three-flavored real fire in the Three Realms.

"You're here. It seems that the Silver God has failed. You are the master of the Nether Tower, right?" The Sword Devourer looks about 40 years old. He is tall and has a fleshy face. He looks very small and fierce at first glance. .

But now, he looks very calm, like an old man who has seen through the world.

"How many years has it been! Being trapped in this flame, unable to even step out, and facing only this dark life all day long, can you imagine such a day?"

"I can't imagine, because I've never experienced it, but looking at you and Yinshen, it seems quite miserable."

Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.

"It's really miserable. Originally, we had a chance, but Yinshen wanted to find a relatively perfect body, so I made an agreement with the people from the Fang family that we would get a junior from the Yin family to come. With each other's souls, we can move flowers and plants, and get out of trouble, but it's a pity that we met you."

"From this point of view, Mr. Silver Sword has to thank me very much." Thinking of the twists and turns, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help sighing. If Mr. Silver Sword hadn't pretended to lose his sword intent in front of him, what would have happened to him? It might be even worse, then it won't be Yinshen who is tied up and suffering, but him.

This can only be a man's calculation is not as good as the sky's calculation.

"How are you going to deal with me?" The Sword Eater looked at Zhuo Yifan with indifference in his eyes. Obviously, he had already prepared for the worst.

"I want your devouring sword intent!"

Zhuo Yifan said simply and clearly.

"Swallowing Sword Intent, I can give it to you, but can you help me take away the three-flavored real fire? Over the years, my body has been almost roasted by him, which is really uncomfortable."

"I'll try my best."

The conversation between the two was surprisingly flat, as casual as two friends talking about what to eat tonight.

With a movement in Zhuo Yifan's heart, the devil's heart turned into a fire spirit body, and he stretched out his big hand to grab the fire ring.

The Three Flavors True Fire is higher than the Fire Spirit True Qi. Although Zhuo Yifan has the body of the Fire Spirit, it still feels a bit difficult to collect such a large ball of the Three Flavors Real Fire. However, in this Nether Tower, he is like a god, and he can always With the help of the power of the entire Nether Tower, the three flavors of real fire can be suppressed and sealed forcibly, and then swallowed in one gulp.

The highly concentrated three-flavored real fire condensed directly into a fiery red bead. After being swallowed by Zhuo Yifan, it was suspended on the dantian, and Yuan Ying grabbed it and held it in the palm of his hand like a treasure.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan collected the Sanwei Zhenhuo so easily, a trace of surprise and desolation flashed in the eyes of the Sword Devourer.

He understood that this time he was truly stumped, and he would never recover.

As soon as the sword-devouring madman stretched out his hand, he pulled out a weird long sword from his dantian. This sword is different from the simple and simple Lonely Qiu Sword, and also different from the destructive and eye-catching Silver God Sword. A sense of empty nothingness.

Where the sword is located, even the space does not seem to exist.

The sword devouring madman lightly stroked the real sword intent, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Could it be that you want to fight with me?" Zhuo Yifan said with some vigilance when he saw the action of the sword devouring madman.

"There is no need, you are the warden, you can use the power of the entire field, here, I am absolutely no match for you, why should I ask for trouble, besides, I have forcibly penetrated the Sanwei Zhenhuo several times, and I have already suffered fatal injuries , I won’t live for a few days.”

Sword Devourer looked at Zhuo Yifan and said, "Although I don't like you, it is undeniable that you are indeed an eternal genius. You can fuse multiple sword intents without Devouring Sword Intent. Devouring Sword Intent is in your hands." , it should exert greater power, and it can be regarded as making a name for me as a sword-devouring 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 marks erased was twisting in Zhuo Yifan's hands, and even the surrounding space seemed to be changing, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Zhuo Yifan swallowed the swallowing sword intent directly into his dantian, and the basalt armor was running at the same time, and the magic power from all directions surged as if attracted by a black hole.

Although the devouring sword intent is powerful, but with the permission of its master, it has been erased from the imprint of being a sword-devouring madman. It is very easy for Zhuo Yifan to refine it.