As a result, while Xiao Wangyan was angry that Ji Mofan had stolen his demonic energy, he was also worried that Ji Mofan might turn into a firework at any moment. However, Ji Mofan on the arena remained calm and composed. He slowly raised the Embracing Snow Sword, which was covered by Xiao Wangyan's fire demonic energy.
From the very beginning, he never considered the possibility that this method might not work.
From the age of seven, he began to devour ancient books on formations that were bigger than his own face, memorizing each book thoroughly. It could be said that every time he drew a formation, he could control every subtle change in the formation as if he controlled his own five fingers.
The inspiration for reverse drawing came from Lu Tong's puppets, and also from Shuang Huang telling him how to use the alchemy cauldron of the immortal cultivation world to refine the spiritual herbs of the demon realm.
He could sense that the technique would work as the first rune was written in the air with his spiritual power.
The only problem is that his ice spiritual power is manipulated in reverse, so he can probably only draw power that is completely opposite to his own spiritual root attribute.
The only source of demonic energy available to them was the Demon Lord.
Rumors in the cultivation world are kept secret, and Xiao Wangyan has not made a move for a long time. Even in the past few days when he was by Ji Mofan's side, he only used moves that were common to all types of cultivators.
Ji Mofan had never personally witnessed him using the Fire Demon Qi, and Xi He's previous displays of demonic energy could not be used as evidence to prove Xiao Wangyan's attributes.
However, Xiao Wangyan said that the spiritual power in Ji Mofan's body came from the summoning of his demonic energy.
Since it worked back then, there's no reason why it shouldn't work now when Jimo Fan tries to use a similar tactic.
Moreover, there is probably no element of demonic energy more suitable for Jimo Fan than fire-attribute demonic energy in the present moment.
His ice spirit power was suppressed and he was beaten by Xia Langye, but if it were replaced by demonic energy of the same level, it would be uncertain who would be in control.
The formation accumulated a sufficient amount of demonic energy for him.
The Snow Embracing Sword is a spirit sword, and it will be forced to accept the invasion of demonic energy, emitting a rather dissatisfied shriek.
"Good girl, I'll find you a suitable demon beast core to embed in it in a while." Ji Mofan whispered a comforting word, and then, regardless of whether the Snow Embracing Sword was happy or not, it suddenly slashed down from mid-air with a chilling demonic aura.
Xia Langye saw that the burning black flames filled his entire field of vision.
Ji Mo Fan disappeared into the surging heatwave, into the unpleasant gloom of the demonic energy. His figure melted into the overwhelming force of the move in his hand, and he slammed it down hard on Xia Langye's head.
Xia Langye had no time to react.
Who could possibly react in time? The opponent in front of him suddenly changed from a righteous cultivator with an ice spiritual root to a demonic cultivator with a fire attribute. No matter how many scenarios he had imagined, he could never have foreseen that he would be fighting an opponent who could manipulate demonic energy on the arena of the Dao Inquiry Tournament!
In stark contrast to his previous sword strikes, which were imbued with a chilling coldness, this attack he unleashed was filled with intense heat.
The dark firelight reflected on his face, and although he still looked the same as before with his emotions not being very obvious, the demonic aura seemed to have become a strange adornment on him. His gentle temperament had completely disappeared, leaving only a chilling feeling that made people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.
His indifferent face reflected the malicious firelight, and although he was completely engulfed in surging demonic energy, his eyes remained clear and bright.
The sword he hastily dragged in front of him to defend himself was held crookedly, and even the sound of the weapons clashing was sickening.
The incorrect posture caused Xia Langye's right hand to go numb, and a sticky feeling spread between his fingers. He didn't even need to look to know that the web between his thumb and forefinger must have been cracked.
He couldn't resist at all.
Previously, he could rely on his attribute to suppress Ji Mo Fan with his rapid attacks. But now that he has lost that support, the difference in their strength has become apparent.
Even if he couldn't use it very skillfully, Ji Mofan was still a genuine Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
A demonic aura, a whole realm higher than his, crashed down on him, like a tiny insect the size of a fingernail trapped in a bowl. He couldn't break the bowl, nor could he escape its rim.
It's no exaggeration to say that for a moment he almost thought he was going to die there.
My eyes closed instinctively, but the expected pain did not engulf my body; only a persistent burning sensation remained.
He opened his eyes a crack and saw a faint arc of light illuminating his body.
It was a defensive barrier, which was obviously given to him by Ji Mo Fan Hua.
Xia Langye felt as if he had been in a daze for an eternity before the heat wave around him suddenly dissipated. The sudden surge of cold air made him shiver involuntarily, and after trying to hold it in for a while, he couldn't help but sneeze in public.
Oh no, my expression must look awful.
The disciples of the Xiaoling Cult who were standing around quickly climbed onto the arena and rushed to his side, taking extra care to check if he was injured.
It's understandable that they treat this contestant more attentively than the others, since this person is their fellow student.
After a thorough examination, it turned out that Xia Langye's most serious injury was actually his hand, which was worn down because of his improper sword-holding posture.
Xia Langye was still immersed in the battle just now and had not come back to his senses for a long time.
His gaze passed over the eager Xiaoling Sect disciple in front of him, and he looked over the other's shoulder toward the other end of the arena.
The man, dressed in the hues of twilight, stood there quietly. The dark red aura around him was gradually dispersed by the wind. His icy blue sword blade twirled in the air before being sheathed at his waist.
"Are you injured?" Ji Mofan asked him.
Xia Langye shook his head blankly.
Compared to the fright he had just experienced, this small cut on his hand was nothing.
and......
Ji Mofan's current appearance is so different from his previous appearance, which was radiating demonic energy, that he can't quite accept it for a while.
He didn't have any different feelings for Ji Mofan at first; he seemed to be a cold and aloof person who wasn't good at or interested in socializing.
He has never been fond of this kind of person, feeling that they are pretentious and affected, always putting on airs when things can be resolved through proper communication, as if the whole world owes them eight million spirit stones.
But the way Ji Mofan just emerged from the dark red flames completely shattered his stereotype.
Although the figure that seemed to emerge from the overwhelming demonic energy can no longer be seen, the image imprinted in his mind at that moment was too profound to be completely erased in a short time.
He couldn't help but want to take another look.
“…Senior Brother Xia? Senior Brother Xia!” The Xiaoling Sect disciple in front of him raised his hand and waved in front of Xia Langye.
Xia Langye snapped out of his daze. "What?"
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