"For your world of cultivation, that is certainly an opportunity!" After hearing this, the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian nodded slowly.
Just now I thought that this guy in front of me was trying to change the subject, thinking that I had forgotten about it. Now that he brought it up on his own initiative, I felt that I was too narrow-minded.
After all, he lost an arm because he took the initiative and it was destroyed by the power of space.
"That's absolutely right! Who says it's not true? With the help of my predecessors, I have also been able to defeat others with this magic weapon many times!"
Ning Ping quickly grabbed the snake stick and hit it silently and secretly.
"Oh? Take out your magic weapon and let me see it!"
Hearing Ning Ping say this, Demon Ancestor Hun Tian became a little curious. He didn't know what kind of magic weapon the other party had refined.
"Okay! Then please take a look at it, senior!" Ning Ping flipped his hand without hesitation, and the Xuan Yue Sword appeared. He turned it over and handed the hilt over.
The Hun Tian Demon Clan nodded with great satisfaction. As soon as he got the Xuan Yue Sword, a feeling of telepathy emerged.
That’s right, this is indeed a magic weapon made from his own broken arm.
"This kid is really honest!" He finally refined the magic weapon and showed it to me like this.
At this moment, the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian couldn't help but look up to the other party and think about it from his perspective. If it were him, he might not be able to do it.
"Huh...it's actually a refining technique from the upper realm, boy! You're quite lucky!"
After a careful observation with his spiritual sense, Demon Ancestor Hun Tian slowly nodded.
"However, this refining technique is still a bit crude. It takes so many precious materials to produce such quality!"
Ning Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly at the other party's words. It had taken him almost a hundred years to master the Xuan Yue Sword.
"You must be familiar with the Boundary Stone! You actually used low-level Void Stone to refine it. It can only accommodate a few sub-swords!"
While watching, Demon Ancestor Hun Tian also commented, and his words were quite reasonable.
"If you use the Boundary Stone to refine it, you can open up an independent space..."
"No, your sword gives me a very familiar feeling. Tell me, what is the origin of this magic weapon?"
After talking for a while, Demon Ancestor Hun Tian suddenly looked suspicious. This magic weapon gave him a sense of déjà vu, but it was obviously just a magic weapon that had been refined not long ago.
"It's called the Xuan Yue Sword..." Ning Ping said suddenly with an idea in his mind.
"Xuan Yue Xianjun...it is indeed him. Could it be that you have inherited his legacy?"
The face of Demon Ancestor Hun Tian was instantly filled with shock.
"It's a bit too much to get his inheritance, but the method of refining this Xuanyue Sword also comes from this Xuanyue Immortal Lord!"
Ning Ping certainly didn't want to reveal everything else about Immortal Lord Xuan Yue.
"Hmm!! What a pity! Xuan Yue Xianjun is indeed an extraordinary figure, but this sword... what a pity!"
The Demon Ancestor Hun Tian looked at the Xuan Yue Sword in his hand with a look of regret.
Ning Ping looked depressed. In the other party's eyes, the Xuan Yue Sword that he had spent a hundred years to refine seemed like garbage.
"Senior! This is the world of cultivation..." So he couldn't help but say.
Upon hearing this, Demon Ancestor Hun Tian was stunned.
"Hehe, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. This is the world of cultivation. Not to mention, being able to refine to this level in the world of cultivation is pretty good!"
Having said that, he stopped complaining about Ning Ping's refining skills and looked at the Xuan Yue Sword in his hand again.
As he waited and watched, he saw the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian suddenly grab both ends of the sword with both hands and gently bend it.
“Ka-ka…”
With a slight crackling sound, the Xuan Yue Sword was instantly bent into an arc, and at this moment it even seemed a little overwhelmed.
"Senior..." Ning Ping looked at Xuan Yue Jian with a worried look on his face.
He was also shocked. He had seen Wu Chuxun easily defeat the other party before, which made him feel that the other party was not too strong.
But now the opponent did not activate the magic power, and only relied on his physical body, and the Xuan Yue sword that he was proud of felt like it could be broken with ease.
"Hmph! What do you have to worry about?" The Demon Ancestor Hun Tian glanced at Ning Ping unhappily.
As he spoke, Ning Ping also clearly sensed that on the Xuan Yue Sword, a slight crack appeared on the main body of the arm belonging to the Hun Tian Demon Ancestor due to the bending.
But then the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian opened his mouth wide and spit out a mouthful of magic mist, which directly merged into the sword body.
Then, under Ning Ping's gaze, after absorbing the other party's original magic mist, the tiny crack that had just appeared healed immediately.
“Zheng…”
After doing all this, the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian loosened his hand, and the Xuan Yue Sword made a sound and returned to normal.
"Since you've refined one of my arms into it, I might as well add a breath of my original energy to you. This way, your magic weapon will be able to recover on its own more easily, and its quality will be considered even higher!"
As he said this, he raised his hand and threw the Xuan Yue Sword back.
Ning Ping was delighted and grabbed it in his hand, and couldn't wait to scan it with his spiritual sense.
Suddenly, the entire Xuan Yue Sword was imprinted in his spiritual consciousness, and the crack that he had been worried about disappeared.
Moreover, there was a faint and powerful aura lingering in the sword, and this aura seemed to have life.
Because they come from the same origin, the two are a perfect match.
With a slight stimulation, a ferocious aura emerged.
I vaguely feel that the power has been improved to a higher level compared to before.
"Thank you for your help, Senior! I originally thought that the people of the Demon Tribe were difficult to get along with, but you have really broadened my horizons."
After Ning Ping put away the Xuan Yue Sword, he hurriedly bowed again. Unconsciously, he became a bowing weirdo.
But this time, it was sincere.
"Well! You are kind of my type, if you practice hard, you might be able to ascend to the immortal realm!"
The Demon Ancestor Hun Tian nodded, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes.
"Ah! Ascending to the immortal realm is no easy task! Especially with the interference of that bastard Luo Kun..."
"Indeed! Easier said than done... Even in the Immortal Realm, it's not easy for you humans to truly break through to the Immortal Realm!"
The Demon Ancestor Hun Tian nodded with emotion.
"Oh? Is it easier for demons to break through?"
Ning Ping's mind moved, and this was a good opportunity to learn about some things about the demon clan.
Other people have restrictions, but with his status, those restrictions probably don't exist at all.
"The cultivation of the demon race focuses on the physical body. Of course, this doesn't mean that we demons are not good at the soul! But during this period, there are also countless hardships. However, it is simpler than for you humans..."
Then, Demon Ancestor Hun Tian also became interested, and the two began to talk.
