Refining the six-color incense rocket is just a test to see whether Zhu Gong's words are true.
Ning Fan made a move with his palm to attract the purple gourd, and then moved it slightly. The gourd immediately circled and flew towards the old man Zhugong.
The flying speed was extremely slow, and as it gradually approached, it gave Old Man Zhugong an extremely heavy and mountain-like sense of oppression.
The old man Zhugong stretched out his hand to catch the gourd, but as soon as he caught it, he felt heavy pressure on his palm. That kind of weight was beyond his carrying capacity. But with a loud bang, his entire bow spirit body was directly crushed and shattered into dots of phosphorescence.
The gourd crashed onto the cave floor with a bang, and the entire mountain peak began to shake. The phosphorescence condensed again, and the old man Zhugong reappeared. When he looked at the purple gourd again, he was a little shocked.
He naturally knew that the gourd was an innate spiritual object, but he did not expect it to be so heavy. This heaviness comes from the innate purple energy in the gourd. The heavier it is, the more powerful the innate purple energy contained in the gourd is.
"Master! This gourd of yours is amazing. If it is refined into an innate magic weapon, it probably won't be an ordinary product!"
"...This gourd has not yet condensed into a treasure shape, but the little bow has a way to make it gradually condense into a bow shape step by step..."
"Gourd Bow! If there is such an innate gourd bow...hehe...such and such..."
The old man Zhugong rolled his eyes back and forth, occasionally laughing obscenely, and his eyes gradually became fiery.
He was sealed by Ning Fan and could never escape. The seal could not be broken with his strength, and as the years passed, it penetrated deeper into his spiritual body and became more and more deep-rooted.
Without outside help, he firmly believed that he would have no hope of breaking free from the seal in this life.
But if he could cultivate an innate-level gourd bow, even if it was only the prototype of the magic weapon, he would be quite confident that he could use the power of the bow to break the seal.
"Hehe, as long as the evil star gives this gourd to me to warm him up, it will only take me a thousand years at most. Then I can warm up this gourd into a bow shape. By then, it will not be difficult for me to use the power of this bow to tear the seal apart. You can do it by yourself. Escape from the clutches of this evil star..."
"We must find a way to get the gourd from the hands of this evil star! This matter is related to my escape plan! Gourd, gourd, I can count on you for my happiness in the rest of my life!"
The thought of being free one day. The old man Zhugong smiled even more obscenely, and his whole face looked like a chrysanthemum blooming.
Zhu Gong's words made Ning Fan's eyes flash slightly, as if he was moving.
The first step in refining an innate magic weapon is to allow the refining material to absorb the power of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and evolve into the prototype of the magic weapon on its own.
This step must be allowed to take its course, without external help, otherwise it will affect the power of the innate treasure.
The magic weapon condenses on its own. The speed is extremely slow, taking as little as a thousand years, or as much as millions of years. However, if a higher-grade weapon spirit is integrated into the weapon refining materials and warms the spirit object from the inside out, the time for condensation can be greatly shortened.
Ning Fan had never considered what kind of magic weapon he would refine from the purple gourd. The gourd bow also seems to be a good choice.
But...
Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the old man Zhu Gong. Naturally, some of the latter's little thoughts could not be hidden from his eyes, and he pondered for a moment. He said in a deep voice,
"Let's talk about the gourd later. Quickly refine the six-color incense rocket!"
"Hey. Master, let's talk about this gourd..."
"If you keep nagging me, I'll feed you to the blood bow!"
"No! Master, please calm down. I will refine my arrows right away, my little one will refine my arrows right away..."
The old man Zhugong glanced at the purple gourd on the ground reluctantly, but he also understood. This is not the time to make such an idea.
"Hey, let's refine the arrows first! As long as we save our lives, we can slowly plan the gourd thing..."
The old man Zhugong raised his hand and pointed at the purple gourd on the ground. The killing incense in the gourd immediately flew out of his mouth like smoke.
Seeing this, the old man Zhugong sat down cross-legged, put his hands together, and all the killing incense rushed towards him, bit by bit, condensing into an illusory arrow shadow.
In just an instant, the illusory arrow shadow solidified, and as the old man Zhu Gong pinched the Fan'ao Finger Technique and was held in his palm, it began to change colors.
At first it was only one color, but then the colors of the incense rocket continued to increase, becoming two colors, three colors, four colors...
Every time the fragrant rocket has more colors, its power will be greatly increased. At the end, the arrow has six colors in total, and the murderous intention of Xiao Su coming from the arrow body is enough to make any true immortal in Broken Thought Realm look sideways!
The moment the incense rocket condensed, the old man Zhugong stood up suddenly and quickly let go, for fear of touching the arrow body.
The incense rocket flew up on its own and circled slowly in the cave. The arrows coming out made people's breath suffocate.
Faintly, there was the sound of an ancient dragon neighing, spreading from the arrow, carrying an extremely vicissitudes of life.
"Hey, Master, please see, the six-color incense rocket has been made..." Old Man Zhugong said to Ning Fan cautiously with a smile on his face.
The quality of this six-colored arrow is average, neither high nor low. Even if he performs normally, he doesn't know whether he can satisfy Ning Fan.
Refining this arrow took a very short time, but it consumed one-tenth of the old man's bow spirit power, and it took time to recover.
A six-color incense rocket used up one percent of the killing incense in the gourd. Judging from the huge base of the incense, this consumption was not small.
Ning Fan glanced at the arrow and his eyes flashed. With one move of his palm, the six-colored arrow stopped circling and slowly descended, being held in Ning Fan's palm.
With just one grip, six-colored flames immediately ignited on the arrow body, which was dazzling.
In a daze, an illusion seemed to appear before Ning Fan's eyes. It seemed that at this moment, hundreds of billions or trillions of barbarians were bowing to him with blood and tears in their eyes!
They knelt down unswervingly and continued for countless thousands of years. The incense of killing was too strong!
The illusion passed in a flash, and Ning Fan's mind was quickly awakened by the hot heat in his palm.
The incense rocket in the palm of my hand was horribly hot! It seems that everything that touches this arrow will burn!
Above this arrow, there was a strong force, which directly opened Ning Fan's tiger's mouth, flew out from his hand, and flew up again.
Shocked by the huge force, Ning Fan swayed and took ten steps back in the cave, his eyes becoming solemn.
When he opened his palms, they were already burnt, and there was a foul smell!
"I can't hold this arrow based on my mid-level cultivation of Du Zhen!" Ning Fan's eyes were shocked.
Seeing Ning Fan dare to hold an arrow with his bare hands. The old man Zhugong was slightly startled, then shook his head and sneered.
The killing aura of Liucaixiang Rocket is too strong, even for the old monster Suinian. If you touch this arrow rashly, you will be burned by the power of the killing incense. Even he, the bow spirit who refined this arrow, dared not touch the arrow.
The power of this arrow is extremely powerful. One arrow can kill everyone in the early stage of Suining Nian, but you can control this arrow. But qualifications are required!
Not just anyone is qualified to control this extremely special incense rocket! In the eyes of old man Zhu Gong, only his first master, Zulong Zhuli, has this qualification!
"Master, are you okay! What, your old man was burned by the incense rocket! The little one saw it in his eyes and it hurt in his heart!"
"Damn it! Xiao Gong is really damned. I forgot to remind my master that this arrow cannot be touched casually. With my master's cultivation in the middle stage of Duzhen. Only by taking the elixir to resist the murderous aura can you touch the arrow... Xiao Gong My former master said that you need qualifications to control this arrow..."
The old man Zhugong's face was full of worry, as if he cared deeply about Ning Fan, but in his heart he was gloating about his misfortune.
What makes him happy is naturally that Ning Fan overestimates his own abilities and attempts to hold an arrow with his mid-level cultivation, but ends up humiliating himself and being burned by the arrow.
"This evil star really overestimates his capabilities. The cultivation of the middle stage of Duzhen is like holding a six-color incense rocket. Even the previous master only dared to hold the arrow directly after he had cultivated to the realm of the eternal immortal."
"The former master said that if you want to control this arrow, cultivation alone is not enough, you also need a hint of understanding... It seems that only after you have understood something clearly, can you be qualified to completely control this arrow. Otherwise, even if you borrow the pill The power of the medicine forcibly controls this arrow. When you draw the bow, you can only exert a little power of this arrow..."
"It's a pity, it's such a pity, this evil star doesn't seem to have such qualifications."
Old man Zhu Gong was gloating about his misfortune, but Ning Fan was thinking about the word 'qualification' in his words.
"Do you still need qualifications to control this arrow..."
Ning Fan activated the star technique, and the burns on his palms were immediately healed in the starlight, while a faint sense of excitement could be heard on the ghost face.
Evil energy gradually emerged from his body. Ning Fan raised his hand again, grabbed the incense rocket hovering above, and directly took the arrow into his hand.
Once the arrow was in hand, a strong force was sent out again, trying to break out of Ning Fan's hand. The huge force struck, Ning Fan took a few steps back and stabilized his figure, but his eyes were firm, never letting go and letting go of the arrow!
This time, he took nine steps back in a row, and each step left a footprint about an inch deep on the stone floor of the cave.
His breath was slightly messy, but this time, the arrow did not escape from his palm! His hands were not burned at all!
"Hiss! This evil star actually held the six-color incense rocket with his true cultivation level!" The old man Zhugong's heart was pounding, and he was a little unbelievable.
Even his former master, who had not reached the level of Eternal Immortal, could not hold the six-color arrow without using external force.
But Ning Fan did this...but it seemed to be different from when his master held the arrow.
"Could it be that this evil star is qualified to hold an arrow just like his previous master?!"
"The previous master relied on the power of the Tao Principle of Palm Arrow to control this arrow. Could it be that this evil star also has a clear understanding of the Tao Principle of Palm Arrow!"
"But, that's not right. Master said that if you have a clear understanding of the way of arrows, you will not be repulsed by this arrow at all, and you will not retreat..."
With his eyesight, he could not see that Ning Fan relied on the power of his innate ghost face to forcibly suppress the power of the fragrant rocket.
Ever since, he was a little puzzled by Ning Fan's move of taking the fragrant rocket without any injury but taking nine steps back.
Ning Fan looked at the six-colored arrow in his palm, his eyes became a little solemn and a little confused.
"Nine steps... I clearly used the power of the innate ghost face to suppress the power of this arrow, but I was still knocked back nine steps..."
"The reason why I was knocked back was not because I was not strong enough, but because... this arrow was rejecting me..."
"The reason why it rejected me seems... to be related to Taoism..."
"If this arrow cannot be truly conquered, the power of this arrow will be greatly weakened..."
Ning Fan remained silent for a while, then removed the power of the ghost face that suppressed the six-color arrow, and instantly felt a burning sensation in his palm.
He had to let go of the arrow again and let it fly again.
The power of this arrow is indeed not weak. He has personally felt the power of this arrow.
If this arrow is shot, it should be no lie to kill an early stage monk of Suinian with one arrow!
This arrow is extraordinary! And this is just a six-color incense rocket, if it is replaced by a seven-color incense rocket. How awesome it must be...
One arrow could severely damage an ordinary Eternal Immortal Lord, which is not a lie when you think about it!
However, Ning Fan also felt the power of this arrow firsthand. Can only be used to shoot specific targets.
This arrow is condensed from the incense of killing. Those incense of killing come from the hatred of countless dead barbarians.
Fan Lianxiu is not the only person those people hate. It also includes all the enemies who want to harm the barbarians.
This kind of hatred is the hatred of genocide, and it is also a deep attachment to the barbarians, so the scope of hatred is wider.
From this incense arrow, Ning Fan felt a will: Anyone who is an enemy of the barbarians, no matter who they are, is the enemy of this arrow!
Even if an enemy who is not a barbarian is hit by an arrow, there will not be much damage. This is the limitation of Killing Incense...
Unless you are a monk who practices hatred. Otherwise, we cannot ignore this limitation and shoot innocent people with this arrow.
Nowadays, there is a great catastrophe in the wilderness, and there are many enemies of the barbarians, including demon cultivators, barbarian beasts, and ancient statues of barbarian ancestors, all of which are killing barbarians without restraint.
Therefore, in the wild land, this arrow can shoot at wild beasts, demon cultivators, and even the barbarian ancestors of all generations. Although it has limitations, it is extremely useful.
"Zhu Gong, your six-color arrows are very useful. I will leave the blood bow to you to devour! After you devour the blood bow, start refining the seven-color arrows!"
"I want to understand this arrow here. Don't disturb me before you swallow the blood bow!"
After handing the Blood Bow Bow Spirit to Zhu Gong, Ning Fan crossed his legs in the cave and closed his eyes to meditate.
What he understood was naturally the qualification to hold an arrow!
Seeing Ning Fan entering a state of enlightenment. Zhu Gong naturally didn't dare to disturb. At this moment, he was overjoyed when he heard Ning Fan asked him to swallow the blood bow. He only wanted to swallow the blood bow quickly and was not interested in Ning Fan's affairs at all.
He chuckled, stepped closer, picked up the Xue Gong Gong, showed a very wretched expression, stuck out his tongue, and licked the Xue Gong Gong one by one, as if he was enjoying it very much.
With each lick, the blood bow's spirituality would decrease and flow into his body. He didn't dare to make too loud a sound, for fear of Ning Fan scolding him. The process was so beautiful. Fortunately, Ning Fan closed his eyes and meditated, and didn't look at it, otherwise he might be disgusted...
The devouring process lasted for nearly three days. After the devouring was completed, the aura of the candle bow was greatly enhanced, and the level of the bow spirit was significantly improved.
Although there is still a huge gap between it and the innate level, its level is already close to the peak of the sub-innate level.
Zhugong was so happy that he realized that his level of bow spirit had been greatly improved. As for the blood bow, all the bones and residue left after being eaten by the candle bow...
During the three days when Zhu Gong devoured the Blood Bow, Ning Fan sat in the cave, closing his eyes and saying nothing.
During the three days, Ning Fan did not move even a little bit, always closing his eyes to contemplate something.
On the first day, a power of artistic conception flowed through his body, and what he understood was the meaning of the arrow.
Artistic conception is the prototype of the great road and the power of the first step monk's lifelong understanding. With Ning Fan's cultivation in the middle stage of Duzhen, it is not difficult to comprehend the artistic conception of arrows.
As time went by, the power of the arrow's intention continued to increase. When the second day came, the power of the arrow's intention had all turned into the power of the arrow's path.
On the second day, Ning Fan was studying the path of arrows.
The arrow path in Ning Fan's eyes was that once he fired his bow, he would never look back.
The word "arrow" means "forward", and the "forward" refers to moving forward without any regrets.
Ning Fan's way is persistence, and the way of arrows also has some shadow of persistence. Therefore, it is not difficult to understand.
This was the first time that Ning Fan calmed down to understand the path of arrows, and it was also the first time that he felt that his personality and arrows were so compatible.
On the third day, the power of the arrow path was still flowing in his body, but there were gradually more inexplicable and unknown things in that power.
His entire body seemed to have turned into an arrow, an arrow that would never look back once it was fired.
In the world around him, arrows and arrows are constantly intersecting. That is the law of arrows that exists between heaven and earth. He can sense it but cannot control it...
"I am not qualified to hold an arrow now...but one day..."
On the third day, Ning Fan opened his eyes and stood up. I casually grabbed the six-colored arrow again, but this time, I only took six steps back...
Without saying anything else, he put away the six-color arrow seal and glanced at the candle bow beside him.
Seeing that Zhu Gong had successfully devoured the blood bow and his rank had risen sharply, he ordered Zhu Gong to start refining the colorful arrows.
"Hey, master, don't worry. The little bow has swallowed up the blood bow, and its strength has greatly improved. The cost of refining seven-color arrows is at least 20%! Master still has so much killing incense, the little bow can at least make five seven-color arrows! Wait! Refined colorful arrows. Master, can you use that gourd..."
Zhu Gong looked at the purple gourd with salivation, licked his tongue, and was still thinking about the gourd.
"We will discuss the gourd matter after you refine the colorful arrows! Refining the arrows quickly!"
Ning Fan's eyes darkened, and Zhu Gong immediately closed his mouth. He was refining the seven-colored arrows in a hurry, with a very conceited expression, as if it was easy for him to refine the seven-colored arrows.
But soon, Zhu Gong couldn't be happy anymore.
Refining seven-color arrows is to refine one more color on the basis of refining six-color arrows.
Before devouring the blood bow, his success rate in refining colorful arrows was almost 10%. After devouring the blood bow, the success rate has reached 20%.
Two percent. According to the probability, one out of five arrows will succeed. The quality of arrows that fail will stay at the six-color level.
It's a pity that Zhu Gong seemed to be in bad luck today. He failed nine arrows in a row before he managed to make the first seven-color arrow. After six more failures, he finally made the second colorful arrow. After that, after failing eight times, I finally made the third one with great reluctance...
The fourth arrow has not been refined yet, the killing incense in the gourd. It's been used up by him...
"Is this what you said is 20%? Didn't you say that you can at least make five colorful arrows?"
Ning Fan glanced at him coldly, immediately frightening Zhu Gong to the point of dripping with cold sweat. Keep explaining the reasons for your bad luck today.
In response to these explanations, Ning Fan just snorted and said nothing.
In fact, based on Ning Fan's experience, it is completely obvious that Zhu Gong's high failure rate in refining arrows today is all a matter of mentality.
This guy's character is really bad. After devouring the blood bow, his level increased greatly, and he began to feel complacent, which led to frequent mistakes in refining arrows...
To put it bluntly, this guy deserves scolding, praise, and pride.
Ning Fan turned to look at the dozens of incense rockets hovering in the cave. Back and forth, Zhu Gong made a total of 24 six-color arrows and 3 seven-color arrows.
The power of a six-colored arrow can kill someone with one arrow. In the early days of Suinian, in today's barbaric world, the power of the Forbidden Immortal is rampant. Under the Immortal Lord, I am afraid that no one can take on the power of a six-colored arrow!
The power of the colorful arrows can severely damage the Eternal Immortal Lord with one arrow. With three colorful arrows in hand, Ning Fan is not afraid even if he encounters the poisonous dragon ancestor or the ancient statue of a certain barbarian ancestor!
With these arrows, Ning Fan is now in the wilderness and can truly protect himself!
Looking at these incense rockets, Ning Fan was in a trance, as if he saw the unmanned barbarians bowing to him, begging him, begging him to take action to avenge them!
The targets of revenge are naturally the murderers who caused them to end up like this...
"These arrows will eventually be useful!"
Ning Fan waved his hand and sealed these incense rockets one by one and put them into the storage bag.
Seeing that Ning Fan had no intention of blaming him for the failure in refining the arrow, Zhu Gong felt at ease and began to plan Ning Fan's innate gourd again.
"Master, does your gourd need help from the little one? If necessary, the little one is willing to help with the help of dogs and horses."
"Master, look at this gourd. It is a good embryo for making bows. If you don't keep it warm and nourished, it will be a waste of natural resources."
"Master... just give me a chance to repay you! Let me help you warm up this gourd!"
The old man Zhugong begged hard, just to get Ning Fan's purple gourd and gain a chance to break the seal.
Ning Fan was about to say something when his eyes suddenly darkened and he seemed to feel something.
There was a flash of rain in his eyes, and his gaze seemed to penetrate directly into the Xuanyin world and see scenes outside the world.
"If you want a gourd, you can! Ning will give you a chance to show off! Kill all the invading enemies, and I'll lend you this gourd, so what's the harm!"
Ning Fan pointed his index finger towards Zhu Gong. Zhu Gong's figure trembled and immediately transformed back into the shape of a long bow with dragon horns.
Leaving the gourd in the cave, Ning Fan took up his long bow and stepped out of the Xuanyin Realm in one step!
Although he was separated from the Xuanyin Realm, he noticed that there were two murderous intentions coming straight towards him from the outside world.
Those two murderous intentions came from two ancient statues!
The third generation barbarian ancestor, the statue of Fan De!
The fifth generation barbarian ancestor, the statue of Fan Xuanding!
"The aura of that female immortal is on this broken continent! Finally, we found her!"
In the void, two ancient giants walked through the void, heading towards the Broken Continent.
Mo Yuanzi and others, who were controlling the flight on the mainland, were all shocked when they saw the fierce flames of the two giants approaching.
If they were not mistaken, the two ancient statues approaching each other were very similar to the ancient statues of the Sixth Man Ancestor they encountered a few days ago.
(1/1) No more updates, go to bed. (To be continued.)
