Ten breaths was not a wild promise made by Ning Fan, but a guarantee he gave after some thought.
He has understood the secrets of the Dongtian Patriarch Emperor and can see through the general flow of formations.
The fierce formation in front of us uses sand as the formation, which coincides with the earth element. It is divided into three formations: blood sand, black gauze, and yellow sand. The Yellow Sand Formation is the weakest and the Blood Sand Formation is the strongest.
The source of the formation's power is the eight stone towers in the blood sand formation.
In the three-layer formation, the general trend flows like the ebb and flow of the tide. Every ten breaths is when the formation's general trend is at its weakest, and it is also the best time to break the formation.
The only thing that made Ning Fan deeply afraid was the vermilion "sealing" characters on the eight stone towers.
That seal seems to contain a power from ancient times. It seems that under that power, everything in the world will be sealed by it.
Under the power of the seal, the entrance to the Death Door interface here was gradually sealed, making it only possible to enter but not to exit. Some monks used magical powers to fly out of the door of death, but found that they could not leave.
Many old monsters gradually realized the secret: unless the vicious formation here is destroyed, no one can leave...
As Ning Fan's voice spread, many human monks sent out their spiritual thoughts and probed into the depths of the vicious formation.
No one can believe that the Immortal of Wonderful Words will be trapped in the death door interface. Unfortunately, many powerful human beings recognize the aura of Miaoyan Immortal Lord, and can confirm that the woman trapped in the fierce formation is Miaoyan...
"What! The Immortal Master of Miaoyan is actually trapped in the vicious formation here!"
"It's not good, it's not good. The ferocious formation that can trap even Miaoyan Immortal Lord must be so powerful. It's too difficult for us to destroy this ferocious formation..."
"But we have entered this place, and we cannot leave without destroying the fierce formation. We can only bite the bullet and go!"
"Speaking of which, if we can destroy the vicious formation here, we can not only protect ourselves, but also rescue the Immortal Miaoyan, which can be regarded as a great achievement..."
Discussions arose.
Following Ning Fan's order. The group of cultivators was silent for a moment.
"Now we are trapped in the Death Door interface. No one can leave without destroying the vicious formation here! If you want to escape from this place, follow Zhao! Destroy the vicious formation. Rescue the Immortal Miaoyan!"
Ning Fan gave the order, and his voice immediately resounded through the sky and reached the ears of every monk in the Broken Continent.
He jumped into the air, followed by an army of 200,000 savage beasts, rushing out towards the fierce formation of yellow sand ahead. With an indomitable momentum, it seemed as if nothing could stop him!
In his eyes, fighting spirit was blazing, and the power of fighting yin and yang was pushed to the extreme by him at this moment. All the fighting spirit in the world had a trace of connection with him!
Any monk who heard his words had no reason. Countless courage arose in his heart, as if he had been greatly inspired, and his fighting spirit rose sharply. Looking at the fierce formation here, he no longer felt afraid.
Ning Fan's words echoed repeatedly in the ears of the cultivators. The voice seemed to be hypnotizing, confusing, deafening, and enlightening. Everyone's eyes gradually became blank. But then, they all showed determination, and they all showed expressions of fearlessness in death.
Whether it's the monks in trouble on the Demon Yuan Boat or the Zichou War Department. Or it could be Tong'er and other monks that Ning Fan rescued before. As long as his own cultivation level is lower than She Kong Realm, no one can resist the infection of Ning Fan's fighting spirit. They all flew into the air, followed closely behind Ning Fan, and rushed towards the yellow sand formation!
"We are willing to follow behind Senior Zhao and destroy the fierce formation. Rescue the Immortal Lord and escape from death!"
If you want to find a way out, let's destroy the evil formation together!
The shouts of the group of cultivators resounded through the sky. Their voices were full of fighting spirit, and their momentum was inexorable.
This is the power of fighting yin and yang, which can weaken the will of others to fight, and can also inspire people, making the group of cultivators more courageous and excited.
Gradually, even some Shekong old monsters were inspired by Ning Fan and rushed out to join the formation.
As for the Four-Eyed Demon Lord, Fairy Hanwu and others who were already familiar with Ning Fan, they had already rushed out. The one rushing at the front was the smiling Fairy Loli, and the one rushing at the end was the reluctant and mumbling Fairy Princess Burial Moon. Even Liu Yan, although her cultivation level was low, rushed out and followed Ning Fan.
Except for Zhao Dieer and other barbarians in Tianman City who were unable to fly through the air, almost all the monks were encouraged by Ning Fan to fly out howling!
Mo Yuanzi, Ancestor Jinhua, Tengnan, and Tengbei looked at each other with expressions of gasping air.
The four of them were all old monsters with broken thoughts, and it could be vaguely seen that Ning Fan used tricks to encourage the cultivators to take action. That kind of method was too powerful and involved Tao principles, which were beyond the understanding of the four of them.
"The way to leave has been sealed. This is the end of the matter. There is nothing we can do. Let's take action. The only way to go is to destroy the fierce formation..."
Mo Yuanzi let out a long sigh, and flew up together with other Sui Nian, joining the army of destroyers. In my heart, I was beating a drum secretly.
He was the first human being to meet Ning Fan. He doubted the authenticity of Ning Fan's information along the way and was afraid of being plotted by Ning Fan. Now being tricked into death by Ning Fan, he secretly complained in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. Now he could only bite the bullet and follow Ning Fan.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
The yellow sand formation is already thousands of feet away and right in front of you!
Ning Fan pressed his five fingers forward, and a torrential rain immediately poured down from the sky and the earth. Under his control, the rainwater condensed into a huge palm print and slammed towards the yellow sand array in front of him.
He was not the only one to take action. Any wild beasts or monks who rushed close took action one after another, using their magical powers to attack the yellow sand formation.
Various streams of light fell on the yellow sand desert. The desert was immediately riddled with holes and collapsed at the fourth breath!
The first level of the three-level ferocious formation, the yellow sand formation was broken!
Seeing that the first ferocious formation here was broken, countless cheers immediately erupted from the group of cultivators. I am more confident to follow Ning Fan and destroy the fierce formation!
Thousands of magical powers opened the way, and Ning Fan led the army and rushed forward, with an unstoppable belief in his eyes.
The fifth breath, approaching the range of the black sand formation, the sixth breath, hundreds of thousands of magical powers penetrated out, and the seventh breath, the black sand formation was broken!
In front of them, the most powerful red sand formation was finally revealed. Eight towering strange stone towers appeared in front of the group of cultivators.
If the eight stone pagodas were to be destroyed from the inside out, even the Immortal Miaoyan would find it difficult to do so.
But if you destroy it from the outside, it’s not difficult! The key is to find the right time!
At the eighth breath, Ning Fan did not take action.
On the ninth breath, Ning Fan summoned the Rain and the Ten Swords of War.
On the tenth breath, Ning Fan suddenly rushed out and rushed directly towards the most damaged one among the eight stone towers!
That is the fifth stone tower. It has already been damaged by the Miaoyan Xianzun's several attacks.
This moment is the moment when the Red Sand Formation is at its weakest!
At this moment, Ning Fan gave an order and the group cultivated magical powers. Immediately hit the stone tower he was attacking.
Hundreds of thousands of magical powers merged into a dazzling divine light. In that divine light, Ning Fan's ten swords opened the way, like a falling meteor, directly hitting the fifth stone tower.
The Immortal Master of Wonderful Words is currently fighting many stone giants. Suddenly he turned around and looked towards the fifth stone tower.
All she could see was the scene of the fifth stone tower collapsing from the outside to the inside under the influence of hundreds of thousands of magical powers!
The eight stone towers are connected to each other, and if one is damaged, all will be damaged. Ning Fan only destroyed one, but the other seven stone towers all collapsed at the same time!
The countless stone giants who besieged the Miaoyan Immortal Lord also screamed in agony and disappeared together.
The red sand formation is broken!
Wise Words Immortal Lord. Get out of trouble!
She looked back, and at her tenth breath, she saw a man with a ghostly face and silver hair, carrying hundreds of thousands of magical powers, speeding towards her.
The man's eyes were so cold, without any emotion flowing, as if destroying the Death Gate and saving her was just a matter of course and easy.
It was obviously a cold and merciless look, but it made the Miaoyan Immortal's inner lake, which had been calm for many years, have a ripple for a long time.
Immortal Miaoyan looked blankly at Ning Fan, who was speeding towards him. Didn't look away.
When she was at her most desperate, this man came to save her regardless of the danger...
"Many...thank you..."
A bright smile suddenly appeared on her pale and weak face.
Hold on all the way until now. She was already on the verge of running out of gas, and she was only supported by a will.
Now that she was out of danger, she didn't even see clearly who was saving her, but a deep sense of fatigue was already welling up in her heart.
His eyes went dark, and he suddenly fainted and fell from the sky.
Sleepy. Can't open my eyes...
I'm very tired, I can't even lift a trace of strength...
In his daze, Miaoyan Xianzun vaguely felt that he fell into the arms of a man.
All she smelled in her nose was the man's scent. The scent carried an indescribable smell of blood. It seemed that before he rescued her, this man had been exposed to too much killing...
Ning Fan's face looked a little strange, and he caught the Miaoyan Immortal Lord who fell from the sky and held it in his arms.
This woman was obviously covered in blood, but she exuded a faint fragrance. The fragrance was a bit sweet and waxy, the fragrance of green apple grass...
Although he was holding the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, Ning Fan could not think of him at all. After all, what he was holding was an eternal immortal who was still in cultivation...
"She actually fainted... I think she has exhausted all her strength by holding on until now..."
Ning Fan sighed slightly. If he had come later, Miaoyan Immortal Lord might really die in this fierce formation.
Stepping on the light, Ning Fan carried the Immortal Master of Miaoyan and flew back to the Broken Continent.
This scene made many monks who were following Ning Fan widen their eyes and become speechless.
What did they see...
The dignified Miaoyan Immortal was actually carried back all the way by Ning Fan...
...
My head feels dizzy, and my consciousness aches. I want to open my eyes but can't...
I don't know how long I have been in a coma, but suddenly I felt a pair of hands walking around my body, as if untying my clothes.
She could feel that her clothes were being stripped off one by one. She could feel that her chest felt cold, and even her tube top was being taken off...
"Who is it, who is taking off my clothes! Is it the fellow Taoist who saved me from danger?"
Miaoyan Xianzun was ashamed and angry. He wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but he couldn't.
Suddenly, she felt a cold feeling on her body and heard the sound of water in her ears. She seemed to be put into the water.
Immediately afterwards, she felt a pair of hands walking around her body, as if they were scrubbing her body...
"Who is helping me bathe! Could it be him!"
In Miaoyan Xianzun's mind, Ning Fan's speeding figure appeared in his mind, and his pretty face turned even redder.
She could feel the hands sometimes caressing her smooth satin back, and sometimes caressing her plump and soft chest.
She felt a little inexplicably irritable, a little angry at the man's boldness and frivolity.
After an unknown amount of time, Miaoyan Xianzun finally had some strength and opened his eyes.
When I entered the scene, I was sitting in a wooden basin, with petals of green apple grass floating on the water.
Beside him, a pair of delicate little hands were scrubbing his body. It was not Ning Fan's hand, but a woman's hand.
"Tong'er? Why are you helping me scrub my body...I thought..."
Only then did Miaoyan Xianzun see clearly that the person who had been helping him bathe was not Ning Fan, who was scornful of him as he imagined. But the maid Tong'er.
She breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said that she was thinking wildly, but one word left Tong'er confused.
She is the maid of Miaoyan Xianzun, so naturally she should serve Miaoyan Xianzun to bathe. If not her, who else could it be...
"How long have I been unconscious..." Miao Yanxianzun exuded his spiritual thoughts and asked Tong'er at the same time.
"If I tell the master, he has been in a coma for three whole days..."
"Three days! In other words, four full days have passed since the Blood Sacrifice in the Wilderness. Damn it! I have been unconscious for too long!"
Immortal Miaoyan frowned and asked Tong'er many questions, such as where the monk who saved her was.
After some questioning, Miao Yanxian Zun gradually showed a look of sigh, and then he found out. The person who saved him was named Zhao Jian.
Even Tong'er was saved by Zhao Jian...
"Zhao Jian... If this fellow Taoist hadn't saved me, I would probably have become a dead person at this moment... This is a great favor and must not be forgotten..." Miao Yanxianzun said to himself.
Suddenly, Miaoyan Xianzun's beautiful eyes were shocked. He sensed something and casually pulled out a bath towel and wrapped it around his body. The figure flashed and appeared in front of the window, looking at the sky of Tianman City in disbelief.
Above the sky, there are two ancient statues. Getting closer...
Those two ancient statues were locked on her aura, and they came all the way to find them!
...
Three days have passed since Miaoyan Xianzun was rescued. For three whole days, Miaoyan Xianzun remained unconscious.
The Shattered Continent has already flown out of the death door interface under Ning Fan's control. It's just that no matter where you go, there is no goal.
When Miaoyan Xianzun was in coma, Ning Fan also went through Miaoyan Xianzun's storage bag.
He automatically ignored the various small bellybands in the storage bag, and just wanted to find out if there was any contact object from the storage bag that could be used to contact the Liuhe Immortal Lord.
Unfortunately, Ning Fan didn't find what he needed.
The Broken Continent was flying aimlessly in the various interfaces. The people controlling the continent's flight were replaced by four human race Suinian, including Mo Yuanzi and Jinhua Ancestor.
Naturally, the four of them do not have magical powers at the same level as Zongdi Jinguang, but together with the power of the Sky-piercing Stone, they can make the Broken Continent fly slowly all the way.
Before the Immortal Master Miaoyan woke up, Ning Fan waited patiently to no avail, so he escaped into the Xuanyin Realm three days ago and began to deal with some chores. The purpose is naturally to further increase the power of self-protection in the catastrophe of the wilderness.
The first thing that needs to be dealt with is the innate bow spirit, and the second is the huge amount of killing incense.
Time goes back to three days ago.
In Xuanyin Realm, in the Western Cave Mansion, Ning Fan was sitting cross-legged, with two long bows placed in front of him.
One is a long bow with dragon horns, transformed from the candle bow bow spirit.
The other one is a bloody iron bow, which is the sub-innate bow spirit that Ning Fan snatched from Fan Lianxiu.
At this moment, the bloody iron bow was constantly exuding hostility, trying to break free of the seal, always locking Ning Fan with murderous intent.
As for the dragon-horned long bow, he kept saying words to please Ning Fan. The purpose of currying favor is nothing more than to devour the other Blood Bow Spirit.
"Master, do you know how much Xiao Gong admires you in his heart? Apart from his previous master, Xiao Gong has never admired anyone! No, compared with you, Xiao Gong's previous master is nothing like shit!"
"Master, just do it well and give that innate bow spirit to the little swallow!"
"Master, how can you bear to see me begging you all the time, so lonely as snow..."
In my ears, I heard the noisy words of Zhu Gong Gong Ling.
Ning Fan ignored the Zhu Gong Gong Ling and looked back and forth between the dragon-horned long bow and the blood-colored long bow. His brows occasionally furrowed slightly, as if something was difficult to choose between.
There are five levels of weapon spirits: ordinary, immortal, acquired, sub-innate, and innate.
Among the Four Heavens and Nine Realms, the magic weapons and spirits in the hands of the vast majority of monks are only mortal items. Only a few second-step old monsters are qualified to possess fairy-level items.
Acquired weapon spirits are extremely rare. Generally, only old monsters in the Broken Thought Realm can possess acquired weapon spirits.
Sub-innate weapon spirits are almost as rare as innate magic weapons. Basically, only Immortal Emperor-level figures are qualified to possess such high-level weapon spirits.
As for the innate weapon spirit...that kind of thing. Ning Fan had only heard of it in ancient books, but had never heard of any powerful monk who had an innate weapon spirit in his hands during the four days.
Innate weapon spirits are far more rare than innate magic weapons. That level of weapon spirit. Even the Immortal Emperor is not qualified to control...
The five little sword spirit girls in Ning Fan's sword bag were nothing more than ordinary creatures when they first met. Although Ning Fan later gave him five immortal swords, they nurtured each other and gradually rose to the level of immortal. But if you want to be promoted to the acquired sword spirit, it is almost impossible...
It can be seen that it is difficult to improve the level of the weapon spirit.
The function of the weapon spirit is to enhance the magical power of the magic weapon.
If Ning Fan had a bow-type magic weapon with twelve acquired nirvana, and added a sub-innate level weapon spirit inside the bow, the power of that magic weapon would almost surpass the acquired limit and compete with the real innate magic weapon. Down!
Weapon spirits of the same type can devour each other, thereby improving their own levels.
Blood Bow Bow Spirit. This is an innate level. Zhu Gong Gong Ling is also a sub-innate level.
If the Zhu Gong Bow Spirit can swallow the Blood Bow Bow Spirit, even if it cannot advance to the innate level in one step, it can still greatly increase its own strength.
In the same way, if the Blood Bow Bow Spirit devours the Candle Bow Bow Spirit, it will have the same effect...
The difficult thing in Ning Fan's mind was not knowing which bow spirit to keep and devour the other.
The blood bow and bow spirit are ferocious and uncontrollable; the candle bow and bow spirit are noisy and annoying. And often rebellious.
If Ning Fan had a third obedient bow spirit, he would definitely feed the two innate bow spirits in front of him as food...
"Blood Bow! Let me ask you, if I give you a chance to devour this dragon horn bow, will you surrender to me?"
Ning Fan bent his finger towards the blood bow and slightly loosened the seal of the blood bow. The blood bow immediately transformed into a bloody boy.
The young man's eyes were cold and ruthless. He did not answer Ning Fan's questions and did not even bother to look at Zhu Gong Gong Ling.
As soon as the human form appeared, the young man immediately smiled cruelly. Baring his fangs, he bit down on Ning Fan.
Ning Fan shook his head and pointed towards the young man, causing the young man to grunt and transform into a bow again.
This young man only obeyed Fan Lianxiu, and he was very brave, but it was a pity that he couldn't use it. As a result, there was no room left...
The Blood Gong Gong Ling didn’t react to Ning Fan’s words, but the Zhu Gong Gong Ling did!
When Zhu Gong Gong Ling heard that Ning Fan actually planned to keep the blood bow and abandon himself, his whole body trembled, half out of anger and half out of fear.
Ning Fan was actually willing to feed him to the blood bow! How could he even think of such an immoral method!
"Master! What an outrageous idea you have! Little Gong has been with you for decades after all. How can you feed Little Gong to a new little Gong spirit just for the sake of it! You are like the new and dislike the old!"
"Master, after all, Xiao Gong also taught you the spirit-reverse technique. There is no credit, but hard work. You, you, you, how could you do this to me!"
Seeing Ning Fan's unmoved expression, Zhu Gong Gong Ling was greatly frightened and wondered how he could think of a way to reverse Ning Fan's decision.
No matter what, he doesn't want to be eaten by other bow spirits...
"The blood bow is no longer useful, so we can only keep the candle bow..."
Ning Fan shook his head, pointed his finger towards the candle bow, and slightly opened the seal of the candle bow. Zhu Gong Gong Ling swayed and immediately transformed into an extremely wretched old man with a hunchback.
"Candle Bow! Let me ask you, if I give you the opportunity to devour the Blood Bow, how will you repay me! And what benefits will you bring to me!"
Upon hearing this question, the hunchbacked old man transformed into Zhu Gong Gong Ling immediately knelt on the ground with a plop and cried with joy!
When Ning Fan asked this question, it meant that there was still a possibility of his survival. For him, this was great news!
"Master...Master! The younger one is much more useful than that silly bow, and it can bring you many benefits! The killing incense that the master had collected in the purple gourd was in huge quantity, and the younger one has already sensed it. The younger one has already sensed it. I can help you refine those killing incense into incense rockets! Not ordinary incense rockets, but the 'Colorful Incense Rockets' taught by the previous owner!"
"With a small bow spirit level, the success rate of refining Liucaixiang rocket is almost 100%. It is not difficult to kill Suinian in the early stage with one arrow!"
"Master, you know that the success rate of refining the seven-color incense rocket is as high as 10%! Once the seven-color incense rocket is released, even the Eternal Immortal can be severely damaged with one arrow! If the master is willing to give the blood bow to the little Devourer Well, hehe, I am confident that the success rate will be increased to 20%!"
At the end, the hunchbacked old man wiped away his tears, pointed at the blood bow with some disdain, and said,
"An ordinary sub-innate bow spirit like this can only make an incense rocket to shoot Shekong, and it is definitely not as powerful as a small one..."
Ning Fan looked moved, as if he was remembering the scene of his fight with Fan Lianxiu.
When Fan Lianxiu possesses the body of an ancient statue, he can make the incense rockets he shoots as powerful as an Immortal Lord. But once the body of the ancient statue is lost and the power of the ancient statue is lost, the incense rocket can only kill the peak of Shekong...
What is powerful is not the incense rocket condensed from the blood bow spirit, but Fan Lianxiu...
The six-color incense rocket in the mouth of Zhu Gong Gong Ling is already more powerful than the blood bow incense rocket.
If Zhu Gong Gong Ling could really refine the so-called colorful incense rocket and severely injure the Eternal Immortal Lord with one arrow, Ning Fan would be very moved by it.
It's just that the authenticity of Zhu Gong Gong Ling's words has yet to be verified.
"First make a six-color incense rocket for me to see. Use this arrow to prove whether what you say is true!"
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