The Beihai True Monarch was refined into a blur, probably, maybe, maybe not by Ning Fan intentionally.
At this moment, he was indeed dividing his mind into two things, no, to be precise, he was dividing his mind into three things.
No one knew that while Ning Fan was refining the blood of all spirits and talking to Ji Fuyao, he also did another thing secretly.
Ning Fan controlled the temperature of the fire in the cauldron with his left hand, and hid his right hand in his sleeve, secretly holding the golden finger seal.
As the finger formulas changed, golden fingerprints quietly took shape, and then Ning Fan hid the divine light and silently penetrated into the interior of the God Refining Cauldron, and also penetrated into the water and sky of the Fengnu Clan.
That divine seal is clearly the seal of recognition of the Lord by all things!
then…
Silently…
The God-Refining Cauldron recognized its master successfully!
The refining speed has been slightly increased!
After that…
Successfully recognized the master of the female tribe! The formation of the Fengfei Clan to protect the clan - Tianyuan Dou Shu Formation successfully recognized its master!
Ning Fan seemed to have become the true master of the Fengnu Clan and became extremely familiar with this place. The feeling of being intimately connected with heaven and earth cannot be described in words. It is as if Ning Fan's existence has directly merged into the mountains and seas here.
At this moment, the Fengnu Clan's Clan Protector Formation was unmanned, but it was operating on its own, actively gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and pouring it into the God Refining Cauldron, as if assisting Ning Fan in refining elixirs!
At this moment, countless lavender rays of light flew out from the vegetation, mountains and seas here, like fire or starlight, flowing in the mid-air, converging into large tracts of lavender light rain.
Gradually, even the purple light that flickered on and off flew out from the bodies of each and every Fengnu tribe member.
As if being summoned, those purple lights flew into Ning Fan's body one by one.
Then, Ning Fan's magic power suddenly improved as if it had been boosted by a secret technique!
18,500 calamities!
19,000 calamities!
19,500 calamities!
20,000 calamities!
At this moment, Ning Fan was surrounded by purple fluorescence, and his mana surged to a height of twenty thousand calamities, which was comparable to the power of a second-level quasi-sage! However, this improvement is not permanent. It is more like the territory's blessing to the lord. Once Ning Fan leaves the scope of the Fengnu Clan, or releases the title of the Fengnu Clan, this blessing will disappear.
Countless alien monks were shocked beyond words!
"This, this is..."
"Could it be that the purple light surrounding Old Demon Zhao Jian is actually the light of Ziwei Dou Shu that has been passed down from generation to generation by the female clan?!"
"Impossible! The Fengnu Clan's Ziwei Dou Shu has been passed down for a long time! How can it be seen again!"
"Moreover, this old demon Zhao Jian is a monk from the North. He is not a member of the Fengnu clan at all. How can he be blessed by the power of the Fengnu clan..."
"What's going on..."
No one knew what happened to Ning Fan.
Even Ji Fuyao, who was following Ning Fan, was a little confused.
"What happened! As the leader of the Fengnu Clan, I actually lost control of the clan's land and formation!"
"This feeling, could it be...that Senior Ning took away the tribal formation? How he did it is really incredible..."
"The purple light flying into the body of the senior is indeed like the power of Ziwei Dou Shu inherited by our clan. It is very similar to what my father said, very similar..."
"Father said that the ancestor of our clan was rewarded by Ziwei Zun, and the entire clan was protected by the power of Ziwei Dou Shu. In the past, whenever there was a big enemy coming, the ancestors of the clan would start a clan fight. The power of numbers. It’s a pity that the method of operating the power of numbers has been lost long ago. Even my father doesn’t know how to..."
"But why would Senior Ning..."
…
Ning Fan looked at the purple starlight surrounding him, feeling a little baffled.
He just recognized the Fengnu Clan's land and formation as the master. Why did he attract countless starlights into his body out of thin air, and why did his cultivation level improve temporarily?
I don’t know.
Ning Fan doesn't intend to explore the reason for the time being.
What he is most interested in at the moment is the matter of refining True Lord Beihai.
The hand hidden in his sleeve continued to hold the recognition seal, and struck out one after another divine seal, and more things were forcibly recognized by Ning Fan.
Successfully identified the owner of the terrain with a radius of thousands of miles!
The fate of thousands of miles around has been successfully recognized!
At this moment, Ning Fan's feeling of harmony between heaven and earth deepened further.
The general trend of thousands of miles turned into golden mist and floated into the cauldron!
The destiny of thousands of miles turns into nine-colored rays of light and floats into the cauldron!
The foreign monks here were shocked again.
"Tianyun Diji actually took the initiative to help Zhao Jian, the old demon, to make elixirs. How is this possible! He is not the Lord of Heaven and Earth! How can he do this!"
"This person must have used some means..."
"Using the terrain of thousands of miles to lock the shape of the elixir, and using the destiny of thousands of miles to change the destiny of the elixir, it seems that this True Monarch of Beihai will definitely be refined into an elixir. There is absolutely no possibility of failure..."
"Unless someone stops me!"
"Why haven't Santai Xingjun come yet! Someone come and stop the old devil Zhao Jian!"
…
If you have a radius of thousands of miles, the way of time will be successful!
If you have a space with a radius of thousands of miles, you will succeed in identifying the master!
But when Ning Fan pointed towards the God Refining Cauldron, the flow of time in the cauldron suddenly accelerated tens of thousands of times!
The flow of time outside the tripod is still as normal as ever!
Such exquisite time control may not be possible even for master monks who study this way, but Ning Fan did it easily.
As a result, Beihai Zhenjun, who had already been refined, began to refine blood-red pills at a speed tens of thousands of times, which was the blood of all spirits!
Boundless evil aura emitted from the cauldron. It was the evil aura caused by the fall of the second-level titled quasi-sage. Once dispersed, it would be enough to pollute all the spiritual veins of the Fengnu clan.
Such terrifying evil energy was sealed back into the cauldron by Ning Fan with one finger, and could no longer be released.
Ning Fan was determined to prevent such a large-scale evil spirit from dispersing, but now he has become the master of Wanli Space, and everyone in this space obeys his orders. If he does not want to, the evil spirit will not escape from the cauldron at all. Space flows out.
Even though Ning Fan had sealed away the evil spirit, those with keen senses could still sense what was happening inside the cauldron.
"Fake! Fake! What kind of magic did this person use to refine and kill a second-level titled quasi-sage in such a short period of time!"
No one would have thought that Ning Fan would be able to master time that spans thousands of miles.
No one thought that Beihai Zhenjun, who had reached the heavenly realm, was refined into a pot of elixirs within Ning Fan's hands within a short period of time.
…
But he said that in the northern boundary river, in an endless and distant place, in the current of the boundary river and sea, a dragon boat was speeding towards the Fengnu clan.
Inside the dragon boat, an old man wearing ancient Chu country clothes was kneeling in front of a bookcase, reading an old bamboo slip.
The old man's eyes gave people a confused feeling, as if he had no interest in anything in the world.
The only thing that seemed to arouse his interest was the ancient poems on the bamboo slips.
"When you pick and collect your ears, you won't be able to fill the basket. I'm pregnant with someone, so I'll leave it there... I'm pregnant with someone, hey..."
"I'm on the southern mountain, and I'm talking about picking up the flowers. I haven't seen a gentleman, and my heart is sad, alas..."
Perhaps these verses aroused the old man's melancholy. The old man sighed repeatedly, put down the bamboo slips, and stopped reading.
He stood up and walked out of the cabin, stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the sea currents on both sides, as if remembering the past. The melancholy in my heart subsided slightly, but instead I became interested in poetry, and I felt a sense of unhappiness.
The old man sometimes thought hard and sometimes opened his mouth to speak, over and over again, but he could not compose even a single line of poetry.
I don't know how long it took, but the old man suddenly felt blessed and had inspiration.
"There is a boundary river in the north, and there is a god in the river. People say that this god is He Bo... so I took this as the title."
With the title of the poem in mind, the old man looked at the surging boundary river, his thoughts were smoother than ever before, and verses came out from his mouth.
"I swam along the Nine Rivers with my daughter, and the wind stirred up the waves.
Riding on a water chariot with a lotus cover, riding on two dragons and riding a dragon.
Climbing Kunlun and looking around, my heart is soaring and majestic.
The sun is approaching dusk and I forget to return home, but I am still in my arms.
The fish-scale house is in the dragon hall, the purple shell is in the pearl palace, and the spirit is in the water.
I ride on a white turtle and chase salmon. I swim with my daughter in the river's mouth, and the currents are flowing down the river.
I am traveling eastwards to meet each other, and I am sending my beauty to Nanpu.
The rolling waves come to greet you, and the scales of the fish come to greet you. "
After reciting one piece, the old man breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished something very important.
Just as he was about to turn around and reconsider the words and sentences of this new work, his eyes suddenly changed and he became startled.
But I saw that his face was gloomy, and he had no leisure time to write poetry. With a few fingers, he had calculated the drastic changes in the Fengnu clan.
"Then what is Zhao Jian's background? He doesn't even have a stick of incense, but he has already refined and killed Bei Hai."
If there are any foreign monks here, they will definitely recognize this old man as Patriarch Qu Ping, who ranks third among the Three Star Lords.
…
North Boundary River, somewhere in a water tribe cave.
In the cave, a girl who was as fat as a ball was eating like a whirlwind. In front of her, the mountain of food was decreasing at an alarming rate.
The expression on the girl's face is very stiff, as if she does not have any emotion. Only when eating, the girl's eyes will show a little emotion - which allows people to judge whether she is full or still hungry. .
Next to the girl, a squid as big as a hill was saying something angrily.
If Ning Fan were here, he would definitely recognize that this squid is the Blood God Gengwu.
Who would have thought that the Blood God Gengwu, who escaped with his life that day, would actually escape from the east to the north.
Who knows how it escaped!
"Bull! Bull! Bull!" Gengwu shouted angrily.
It cannot speak, and this word "ox" was once the only human word it could speak - now it is the only word it can speak.
"I know, I know, you were bullied by Niu Manshan again, right? You've said it eight hundred times." The fat ball girl seemed to be able to understand Gengwu's language and responded disapprovingly.
"Ning! Ning! Ning!" Seeing that the girl was indifferent to her tragic experience, Gengwu angrily said another word it could say.
"I know, I know, there is a person named Ning Fan who is bullying you this time, right? You have said it more, nine hundred times. Don't worry, I will have the opportunity to go to Dongtian in the future. The girl will definitely help you find a place, we have been good friends since childhood."
"Okay, okay, don't be angry. Come and eat more. Eat more to grow up."
"I think back then, you were not much smaller than me - I mean in terms of stature. Look at how thin you are now. If you look for any medium-sized fish in the river, they will be taller and stronger than you - this It's still the result of my feeding you in recent days. You just eat too little. If you eat like me, will you still be afraid of cows and Ning? "
Just as he was talking, several fish demons suddenly rushed over and reported, "Senior Da Kun, something is wrong! Something big has happened to the Fengnu clan, and someone wants to refine and kill Bei Tianyu Master..."
"Shh, don't make any noise. I'm busy teaching Gengwu to eat more."
"But sir, this matter is of great importance..."
"Even the most important thing is not as important as eating. Did you know that in our Fire Fish Clan, there is such a motto! Those who eat are good, and eating a full meal is justice! Those who are hungry are evil, and being hungry is the original sin!"
"This, the villain can't understand the great truth of the adults. The villain only knows that the Bei Tian Yu Master has a very important relationship..."
"If you don't understand, just go away! You're disturbing my meal!"
The fat ball girl was a little impatient, and with a casual throw of her little hand, she threw the fish monsters who came to report the news thousands of miles away.
Then he said to Gengwu, "Okay, no one will bother us anymore, let's continue eating..."
"By the way, Gengwu, let me ask you something. When I spoke just now, did I mention the Fire Fish Tribe?"
"What is the Fire Fish Clan?"
"Why should I say the Fire Fish Clan?"
"it's wired."
"Forget it. In life, you will always do a lot of weird things and say a lot of weird things. There is no need to go into details one by one. Just like, people will fight when they don't have enough to eat, and they will quarrel when they are full, and it goes on and on. Repeatedly, endlessly.”
"Hey, Xiao Gengwu, do you think my sister's words are very philosophical? That's because my sister is a little full now! I'm full! I'm full!"
The fat girl finally had enough to eat and drink, and showed a rare sweet smile.
But for some reason, as soon as some emotion arose in her heart, it was wiped out by an invisible force.
Then he returned to his emotionless look, with a blank look on his face, as if he had forgotten many things.
"Hey, Xiao Gengwu, I seem... hungry again."
This fat ball girl is none other than Beihai Dakun, who ranks second among the three star kings.
…
In a very short period of time, Ning Fan refined Beihai True Monarch into a furnace of all-spirit blood.
Sensing that True Lord Beihai was dead, Old Demon Yangdan, who was crushed under the Ant Master Dao Mountain, felt sad and screamed, "It hurts me too!"
But he saw the old demon Yang Dan crying with tears, and then all his grief and anger turned into a demonic roar and vented out.
Roar--
This was the roar of the Quasi-Saint Ancient Demon. The roar was as powerful as a mountain collapsing and the ground cracking. In an instant, the entire Fengnu clan was plunged into an earthquake.
This demonic roar even targeted Ning Fan and all the Fengnu tribe members here. Apparently, they wanted to use the demonic roar to kill people!
But Ning Fan didn't allow that demonic roar to be heard, and he didn't allow that demonic roar to hurt any of the Fengnu tribe members.
But when Ning Fan raised his finger, the demonic roar of the old demon Yang Dan was actually restrained, and it only echoed under the Ant Lord Dao Mountain and could no longer be heard.
"Hateful, hateful!" Seeing that he was so weak that he couldn't even let out a demonic roar, Old Demon Yangdan felt a sense of shame for the first time in his life. He hated himself so much that his teeth were broken, but he couldn't climb out of the Ant Lord Road Mountain. But I can't help Ning Fan in the slightest.
Different from the grief of the old demon Yang Dan, the Fengnu clan members felt extremely happy when they saw True Lord Beihai being executed. They all knelt on the ground and expressed their gratitude to Ning Fan.
"Thank you, senior, for helping us avenge this great revenge..." Even Ji Fuyao knelt down and kowtowed to Ning Fan, with tears streaming down his face.
Ning Fan rolled up his sleeves and robes, and with a burst of rain, he helped everyone up and said, "I will kill this person not for you, but for my own cause and effect, so you don't need to thank me."
"As for the things refined in the cauldron, I have no intention of giving them to you..." Ning Fan said this to Ji Fuyao.
The blood of all spirits is related to the ancient gods. Ning Fan will not give this kind of thing to others.
"The elixir in the cauldron will naturally belong to the senior! What the junior wants is the result of refining and killing the old thief in Beihai, and I will never dare to covet the senior's things."
"That's good. It's true that the elixir in the cauldron is somewhat special, so it's inconvenient to give it away; and this thing is indeed harmful to you, and it is useless to take it, but it will easily cause trouble. But after all, I borrowed your clan's land The clan formation came to make elixirs, so I should give you some thanks."
"No, it's obviously me who should give the senior a thank you gift..." Ji Fuyao was shocked when she saw that Ning Fan actually wanted to give him a thank you gift and refused repeatedly.
Ning Fan had made up his mind and was about to pick up something to give to the Feng Nu clan when he suddenly sensed something and his expression suddenly became as solemn as water, "We will talk about this later! Don't disturb me for now!"
Hearing this, Ji Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. Something big had happened. Otherwise, how could Senior Ning look like this?
Could it be that Santai Xingjun is already here? !
Could it be that there is more than one Santai Xingjun here? !
Could it be...
For a moment, Ji Fuyao felt confused and confused. As the leader of the clan, and she also has the special task of guarding the Ziwei Arctic Palace, she has seen the power of the Three Star Lords a long time ago, and all of them are as powerful as monsters.
Although Senior Ning is also as strong as a monster, what if the three star kings come together? How could Senior Ning defeat three monsters alone? He would definitely suffer a big loss.
"Father, Queen! Please forgive my daughter's willfulness! My daughter may do something today that will embarrass the Fengnu Clan! If Lord Santai Xing really dares to bully the minority and is unfavorable to Senior Ning, my daughter would rather kill the Immortal Even if the emperor orders the detonation, we must give senior a chance to escape!"
Ji Fuyao's demon soul held tightly the order of Ziwei Immortal Emperor in her little hand and waited as if facing a formidable enemy.
Waiting and waiting, but still did not wait for Santai Xingjun to arrive.
Little did she know that the reason why Ning Fan looked solemn was not because of Santai Xingjun, but because something happened to the refined Wanling Blood this time.
In the past, when Ning Fan refined Ten Thousand Spirits Blood, he would often make thousands of pills in one furnace, and each pill was low-grade Ten Thousand Spirits Blood. The potency of low-grade Ten Thousand Spirits Blood was comparable to that of the Nine-turn Golden Pill.
This time, however, things were a little different.
There were still hundreds of pieces in a furnace, but this time, Ning Fan clearly sensed that the low-grade blood of all spirits in the cauldron was devouring and merging with each other!
Why is this so?
Ning Fan didn't know either, but this didn't stop him from making guesses.
Perhaps it was because the material cultivation this time was higher, or perhaps because when he was refining it, he had perfectly blocked the evil spirit and did not let half of the second-level quasi-holy evil spirit in the cauldron escape.
All in all, changes are really happening!
Because Ning Fan accelerated the flow of time in the cauldron, the blood of all spirits devoured each other at an alarming rate. In just two breaths, the number of blood of all spirits in the cauldron was reduced to three hundred.
After two more breaths, there were only a hundred Wanling Blood left.
After that, seventy, fifty, thirty...
In the end, only the last two pieces of Wanling Blood were left in the cauldron: one of these two pieces of Wanling Blood was a Yin Pill and the other was a Yang Pill. Among them, the Yin Pill is extremely powerful, ten times more powerful than the Yang Pill.
Due to the serious imbalance in the ratio of yin and yang, the last two pieces of Wanling Blood could not be perfectly fused.
This is not a problem for Ning Fan!
He cultivates yin and yang, and what he is best at in his life is reconciling things that are difficult to blend.
But Ning Fan suddenly raised his hand and slapped it on the God Refining Cauldron. This shot may seem ordinary, but it only breaks up the Yin and Yang Qi contained in the Yin and Yang Pills.
Using his magical power again, the two qi of yin and yang in the cauldron turned into small black or white fish, swimming in the cauldron.
Among them, the black fish is yin, there are ten, and the white fish is yang, there is only one.
Ning Fan's magical power changed again, and the eleven yin and yang fish were forcibly fused together, turning into a gourd-shaped yin and yang Tai Chi diagram.
The head of the gourd is yang, although it is weak but it is on top. It uses the power of being on top to suppress ten times the yin to achieve balance.
At the moment when this balance was achieved, the last two Wanshenxue finally merged into one.
boom!
An impact force came from inside the cauldron, and the lid of the cauldron flew away.
Then, a blood-red elixir the size of a Dao Fruit flew out of the cauldron and hovered in the air.
“It smells so good!”
Everyone here can smell the fragrance of Dan.
The elixir fragrance was like agarwood and sandalwood. It was very unique. After just one smell, everyone felt a hundred times more energetic, and even their cultivation level had improved slightly.
It’s hard to imagine how wonderful it would be if you took a bite of this elixir!
Boom!
Suddenly there was thunder.
Everyone looked up and saw an unheard-of ten-color calamity cloud appearing in the sky above the Fengnu clan.
"What calamity cloud is this?"
"Could it be that he wants to split the pill thunder?"
While everyone was making their guesses, Dan Lei had already condensed out of the calamity cloud.
The Dan Lei has ten colors, and the power it emits is enough to blast several Immortal Emperors into flying ashes.
If this elixir is allowed to crash without stopping, everyone here - except for Ning Fan and the old elixir-raising demon who was trapped under the ant master's road mountain - will be blasted into ashes!
"Hiss! What kind of pill thunder is this? How can it be so terrifying!"
"It's not good! I'm going to leave as soon as possible. Don't stay here and be implicated!"
"Ahem, the old devil Zhao Jian has sealed the world, and I can't escape."
"Don't be anxious! The elixir appears only to destroy the elixir. That old demon Zhao Jian worked so hard to refine this elixir. No matter how hard he is to destroy the elixir, he will do everything he can to resist the elixir."
"Even if there is Old Demon Zhao standing in front of us, we must be extremely careful not to be hit by the aftermath of the Dan Lei."
The foreign monks were nervous when they suddenly saw Ning Fan sacrifice a thunder map, and a baby and a sparrow flew out from the map. It was the Dao-Destroying Thunder Infant and the Ancestral Thunder Sparrow.
"Great! The master has found delicious food for me again!"
The baby and the bird were so happy that they rushed up to the Dan Lei and ate them all in just a few mouthfuls.
Ning Fan accepted the thunder map, raised his hand, and the elixir flew into Ning Fan's palm.
Since it had just come out of the oven, the elixir still had a scalding temperature. Fortunately, this temperature was not worth mentioning to Ning Fan.
"Is this the middle-grade Wanling blood..."
"What a powerful medicine. This medicine has almost reached the power of the ten-turn elixir. Unfortunately, it is still much worse than the real ten-turn elixir. Is it because the ratio of the final yin and yang elixirs is seriously imbalanced... Although after my experience The two elixirs of yin and yang can be considered a fusion, but it is not perfect after all."
"Huh? On top of this elixir, there is actually the aura of title power..."
"The title of Rain..."
"If I eat this Ten Thousand Spirits Blood, I'm afraid I will be able to cultivate the complete title of Rain..."
Ning Fan was a little happy.
He casually refined Beihai True Monarch and actually produced the middle-grade Myriad Spirit Blood. He was very lucky.
Unfortunately, before Ning Fan could be happy, a voice came from a million miles away.
"Can you let me take a look at the elixir in your Taoist friend's hand?" Ancestor Qu Ping came through the waves in a dragon boat. At this moment, he was still far away from the Fengnu clan, so he sent the message here.
"No." Ning Fan said indifferently.
"That's the case, I'm offended." Ancestor Qu Ping sighed softly.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fan felt the endless river coming across a million miles.
It is a river transformed by Dao thoughts. It cannot be seen with the naked eye, but it contains the Dao that Patriarch Qu Ping has cultivated throughout his life.
"This is the first level of my Taoist thoughts, and its name is Miluo!"
