Chapter 167 The True Essence of Fire
This is an extremely wide hall, covered with huge red stones under its feet, and there is a faint spiritual power flowing in it. Although it is not strong, it is also a rare place full of aura.
In the hall, there are carved beams and painted buildings, full of beautiful murals and exquisite decorations, with a magnificent, atmospheric and desolate atmosphere.
At this time, in the hall, the suzerain of the Jihuo Sect, stood quietly, frowning, showing an extremely sad look. When such a big thing happened, he, the suzerain, felt very stressed.
To be fair, Fang hates Shui's relatively peaceful personality and hates fighting, and the main reason why he can become a suzerain is because of his scheming and wrist.
Under the leadership of the previous suzerain, the Jihuo Sect destroyed the Roushui Sect and dominated the whole northwest region. The power reached its peak, but the end of the poor soldiers was also extremely tragic.
The resources within the sect have been exhausted, and they can't even support the daily practice of disciples.
Fang Hate Shui becomes the suzerain in this situation, and everything should be weighed between pros and cons.
This character is not liked by some elders of the sect, but he has indeed made a lot of achievements. At least the current Jihuo Sect has abundant financial resources and rich spiritual stones. The monthly worship of disciples has increased by 50%, which has won the hearts of the people.
Behind Fang Heshui stood thirteen men, middle-aged and old. This is the elder group of Jihuo Sect, each of whom is at least a Jindan monk.
Fourteen people stood quietly, silent, as if they were expecting something.
A moment later, there was a gust of wind in the hall.
B breeze.
but with a hint of hot breath.
Everyone sensed the hot wind, suddenly raised their heads and looked at the chair above the hall. They saw a red figure sitting on the chair.
His whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he couldn't see it clearly. The only thing he could see clearly was those eyes.
The blood-red eyes have no focal length, and there are two golden flames flashing in the pupils, revealing endless mystery.
"Welcome to the ancestors!"
Everyone knelt down together.
The ancestor of the Jihuo sect, Fang Wuji, is the supreme existence of the sect and the protector of the sect.
It is because of his protection that the Extreme Fire Sect ranks among the top ten sects in the Blood Moon Continent, and no one dares to bully them.
Each of the ten sects has a strong man at the level of martial arts. Among all the strong people, the strength of the ancestors of the Jihuo clan is not the strongest, but it is definitely not weak and is located in the middle.
After being injured by Su Han, his strength was damaged a lot, and the ranking is estimated to fall back a few places.
"Wing up and talking." Fang Wuji's tone did not show any emotion, "What do you think of Fang Lieyang is dead?"
"Ancestor, we must send the most elite manpower to kill all these demons, no matter who they are! The person who dares to kill my Jihuo Sect is simply impatient to live!"
As soon as Fang Wuji's words landed, an elder with a beard hurried forward and said indignantly.
When this man said this, many elders nodded and echoed for a moment.
The Jihuo Sect started by playing with fire. The elders present practiced fire attribute skills, and their temperament was more or less affected, violent and fierce.
Seeing that these people's attitudes were extremely firm, Fang Hsui gritted his teeth, suddenly took a step forward, and said firmly, "Ancestor, I don't agree!"
"We all know the strength of the sun. To be fair, I, the suzerain, is not as good as him, and he has treasures such as the heart of soft water. Even so, he still fell into the hands of those demons. We are not their opponents at all, or we should focus on recuperation.
Fang hates the water and said quickly.
He has a very special feeling for the Jihuo sect. On the one hand, he is the suzerain, and the big and small things in the sect need to be clearly considered.
On the other hand, as a suzerain, he sometimes regards himself as a businessman, exhausts himself and tries his best to increase his wealth to the sect, which even delays his cultivation.
To some extent, Fang hates Shui's personality is indeed more suitable to be a businessman.
Hearing these elders' words, he has a feeling that others are coveting his family property. After all, as long as there is a fight, the loss of personnel, not to mention the loss of materials is definitely an astronomical figure.
"Fang hates water, you soft egg! I have been unhappy with you for a long time. As a suzerain, someone in the sect died at the hands of others. You don't even dare to fart. It makes people laugh to death!"
The beard roared, with a pair of copper bell-like eyes, staring at Fang Hianshui.
Oh...
Fang Henshui grinned and turned his head. He didn't want to talk to him more at all, but he sighed leisurely in his heart.
These people only know how to fight, only want to be happy for a while, but completely ignore the follow-up development of the sect. They are really not good at home and don't know how expensive it is.
The Jihuozong has just recovered from a deficit. It hasn't been a few years, and now it's definitely not worth the loss.
Moreover, Fang Henshui also knew in his heart that the attack of the ten-yearly demons is a grand event of the whole blood moon continent, and it is not a polar fire sect that can fully cope with it.
The attack of demons will last for at least a year. If you hit this kind of thing, how can you afford to consume it?
It is estimated that it will not take long for the Extreme Fire Sect to be finished.
"Ancestor, what should I do? You make a decision. I only have one request. If you want to fight, I can't do it. Please ask the ancestor Ling Xuanming." With that, Fang Henshui took out a dark and shiny head token and held it in the palm of his hand.
Seeing this wooden card, a bright color appeared in his beard's eyes, licked his lips, and said quickly, "Humph! What the hell! Do you think the Fire Sect can't live without you? Coward!"
After a pause, the beard took a step forward and shouted loudly, "Ancestor, we hate heaven and ask for war!" I would like to go deep into the hinterland of the desert, kill the hateful demons, avenge the hot sun, and raise the reputation of my Jihuo sect!"
Fang Wuji, the ancestor of Jihuo, looked at the dispute in the hall, but there was still no light in his eyes.
To be honest, he was also a little uncertain at this time.
My own body is practicing a Xuangong in the depths of the earth, and it is at the most critical moment. Usually, some things are handled by Xianghuo.
He used his own incense to kill those evil spirits. He had tried once before and suffered heavy losses. He did not dare to take the second risk at all.
But can these people in the hall really do it?
Fang Wuji calculated silently, but the result is not necessarily, and the chance of winning is less than 30%.
That group of demons, other than that, is really difficult to say. Only that teenager is really difficult, especially the small tripod-shaped treasure in his hand, which is even more magical and can transform into a dynasty!
Thinking of the power of the small tripod, Fang Wuji was a little surprised, and at the same time, he was also a little coveted.
If you can get that small tripod...
"Ancestor, please say something!"
"We have all been bullied at this. What are you waiting for if we don't fight back?"
"Skipping my nose and face, in the future, the disciples of my Jihuo Sect will have no luster when they go out!"
Seeing Fang Wuji silent, his beard urged him again. His cultivation is relatively high among this group of people, and he has also been taken care of by Fang Wuji since he was a child. When he spoke, he was not big or small.
A trace of determination appeared in Fang Wuji's eyes, and the flame jumped like a bursting candlelight, and suddenly stood up.
With a casual shake, he threw out a delicate treasure bag.
"In this bag, there are nine fire essences that I have carefully refined, which are infinitely powerful and comparable to volcanic eruptions. Among the thirteen of you, choose three people to go there. Once you encounter an irresistible danger, immediately use the fire essence!"
"Also, among this group of demons, there is a teenager who needs to be careful and vigilant. Who can kill him? I will be rewarded!"
The essence of the fire!
Hearing these four words, Fang Hentian's body trembling, and there was an incomparable desire in his eyes.
The true essence of fire almost represents the supreme power of the flame. Only the strong man at the level of martial arts can be refined. It is the purest flame condensed in the body of the martial arts strong man, which is extremely precious.
For thousands of years, the fire essence circulating within the Jihuo Sect is extremely rare, not even in the hands of some elders.
Fang Hentian originally had one in his hand, but decades ago, in the process of killing Roushui Sect, he used it on an elder of Roushui Sect and killed the elder in the later period of Jindan on the spot without any suspense.
He couldn't be more aware of the power of the fire.
"Thank you, ancestor!" Fang Hantian grabbed the treasure bag and didn't even hear what Fang Wuji said clearly.
At this time, there is also enthusiasm in the eyes of many elders.
They naturally know the preciousness of the fire.
The ancestor gave nine real spirits from the fire, but only three people are needed, that is to say, each person can be divided into three, which is equivalent to having three powerful weapons.
With such an amulet, what do you have to worry about?
For a while, the elders quarreled.
Seeing this scene, Fang Heshui sighed sadly, gently put the leader's token on the steps and walked out of the hall.
If heaven wants people to perish, it must first make people crazy.
He naturally knows this truth.
When he saw the ancestor's practice, with his wisdom, he naturally thought that it was very possible that the ancestor also suffered a lot of losses in the hands of the demons outside the sky, so he gave him such treasures as Lihuo Zhenjing.
Moreover, the reason why three of the 13 elders were selected is that there is no chance of winning.
Once these three people go, if they can succeed by chance, it will naturally be excellent. If they fail and die, there will be ten elders left, and the sect will not hurt their muscles and bones.
The result of the dispute in the hall was quickly. Together with Fang Hiantian, there was a strong middle-aged man, an old man with white hair, who was the three of the 13 people with the deepest cultivation.
A group of elders communicate a lot on weekdays. Naturally, they are clear about each other's skills and don't even need to compare.
Looking at the three people who separated the fire spirits happily, Fang Henshui sighed and walked out of the hall in silence, as if he were pressing a 10,000 catties of boulder.
Thinking about it, I also know that even the ancestors can't deal with the evil spirits. Even if they take the real spirit from the fire, this trip is also dangerous, and they will die...