The first step is to outline a hundred formation patterns on Mingque.

The second step is to introduce its virtual poison into the array pattern, leaving only some for the bright bird with the golden elixir cultivation to swallow it, and the others, seal it!

The first step is to outline the array pattern, without any mistakes. It is not difficult to use Ning Fan’s divine consciousness and formation cultivation. But the second step involves the steps of separating seals and separating virtual poisons... Ning Fan was not sure about this step. Even after taking several fire-attribute elixirs to the unconscious Ming Bird, he was still less than 70%.

The more violent the surrounding fire suppresses the virtual poison, the greater the calculation of sealing the virtual poison.

Ning Fan stood on a boiling flint, looking at the dark blue magma under his feet, and after pondering for a while, he held Ming Bird in his arms with one hand, and drove the Black Demon Flame to protect his body with the other hand, but he jumped into the lava.

The sinking went down, the more powerful the lava fire became. Ning Fan's magic power was quickly exhausted while resisting the fire power. He took out a elixir of elixir called Xuanzhi, and took a bite, and immediately the magic power was filled.

Wannian Xuanzhi... a rare kind of elixir that can be taken directly cannot improve its cultivation level, but can quickly restore its magic power. It is extremely expensive and may not be able to afford it for ordinary Nascent Soul monks.

This Xuanzhi was provided by Mingluo, but Ning Fan had no slightest feeling of heartache. Saving people first at this moment, and all the waste of spiritual medicine is not worth mentioning.

The mana is exhausted again and again, and each time it will make Ning Fan's mana more condensed. At the bottom of the magma, Ning Fan will hold back the castration and will not dive again. Ten thousand-year-old Xuanzhi has eaten one-third. If he dives again, his mana may not be enough to return to the outside of the volcano.

The power of fire here is far beyond Ning Fan's expectations. Under this power of fire, the weak poison in Mingque's body will inevitably be suppressed. Ning Fan's success rate of sealing the weak poison has increased again!

His eyes sterned, and a black flame appeared, lifting Mingque's body, and his divine thoughts were immersed in Mingque's body, and immediately began to be frozen.

This strange method of freezing divine thoughts was encountered with the rain pond on the second floor of the grave. It seemed that this was the reason why Ning Fan's divine thoughts were frozen at that time.

But here is not the second rain pond, and Ning Fan even swallowed the demon fire of the earth vein of the Black Demon Flame! The black flame flashed in his eyes, and the frozen thought of the divine mind melted instantly. The divine mind was in Mingque's body, carefully traveling along the meridians, little by little, introducing the virtual poison into the array pattern on the body surface.

One, two...ten!

Twenty paths, thirty paths... until the forty-third path!

Ning Fan was always focused on it, without any divine thoughts for other purposes. The weak poison was slowly guided by him, completing the seal of the forty-three meridians.

But at this moment, life and death crises suddenly came from behind... The roar of beasts turned out to be a fire spirit formed in the volcano.

These fire spirits are all dark blue flame bodies, each of which is just a spiritual level cultivation level... But out of sneak attack, the fire spirit's magic hit Ning Fan. Even with the silver light-transmitting body body, he was still seriously injured immediately... and the 43rd Immortal Vein Covering Poison almost failed!

"A mere fire spirit, looking for death!"

His eyebrows turned cold, he slapped the heavenly spirit and summoned the incarnation of Minami Po!

A figure in black stepped out of Ning Fan's body. His appearance was exactly the same as Ning Fan. There seemed to be a few mysterious patterns on half of his face. His expression, with murderous intent and anger, swept across the sea of ​​fire with half-step Nascent Soul-level momentum!

"Which fire spirit was the one who hurt me just now, who stopped me from saving people and was looking for death!"

Incarnation Ning Fan is like a ghost walking through. With every point of guidance, the vast magic power will disperse, and several fire spirits will surely perish. After these fire spirits explode, a kind of red spirit bead will occasionally be produced... Incarnation Ning Fan holds this bead in his hand, and his eyes will be exposed with a cold light.

"Demon Pill... Only by slaughtering the golden elixir monsters can you obtain the other party's demon pill... It seems that some of these fire spirits have reached the verge of breaking through the golden elixir... Unfortunately, I have provoked me, and you will never have the chance to survive and form a pill in your life!"

Incarnate Ning Fan turned his head and said to Ning Fan, "You are here to save Mingque, I will go and kill someone!"

"rest assured."

This person is transformed into two people. Both of them are not considered Ning Fan. It should be said that both of them are only half Ning Fan. The left hand and the right hand will never argue... The two are different parts that form Ning Fan.

Many monks above the Crayon like to sacrifice and refine the second incarnation... because, only themselves in the world will never betray them. They practice Taoism throughout their lives, be cautious and careful. In the end, no one believes in them, only themselves.

The incarnation is oneself, and the clone is an illusion... This mystery is hard to describe.

But after transforming into Ning Fan and sank into deeper magma, the screams of killing gradually faded away.

But in the distance, Ning Fan still kept silent, sealing the virtual poison for Xiao Mingfeng.

The injury is not light... But at this moment, Ning Fan has no time to heal his injuries, and forced himself to suppress the injury and save people!

"Brother Bing... Thank you... You are so good..." Mingque, who was in a coma, opened his eyes vaguely and smiled sweetly at Ning Fan.

"No need to thank me... Does it hurt?"

"No...no pain..." The virtual poison seal is extremely painful, but Mingque still smiles inadvertently.

This is a strong little girl.

"Hold on, it's soon... I'll make a pancake for you to eat." Ning Fan coaxed the child's tone, and Mingque's eyes suddenly felt expectation, and the pain seemed to no longer hurt.

"It must be."

Fifty paths, sixty paths...the ninety-ninth path...

Ning Fan sealed the Vulgaris because of his injuries, but he finally completed ninety-nine seals... The last one pierced all the seals through. From then on, nine out of ten of the Vulgaris in Mingque's body would be sealed in the array pattern on the surface of the body. One tenth of the Vulgaris was sealed in his body by Ning Fan and dispersed at a slow speed for it to be refined.

Only the last seal was needed to succeed... But Ning Fan found with a serious look that he could not seal the last seal anyway!

He found that there was a seal and a... a pill seal hidden in the dike of Mingque!

Dan seal, the owner of high-quality elixirs, will plant a elixir in the elixir in order to prevent the elixir from being swallowed by someone other than himself... If this elixir falls into the hands of others and does not know that there is a elixir, and then the elixir will be activated and the elixir will be wiped out...

You can't get what you can't get yourself, and you can't let others get it... This is the style of many masters.

Mingque is a elixir demon... and there is a elixir seal in her body... This confirms Ning Fan's bad guess... Mingque is indeed an alchemist, artificially created! And that alchemist planted a elixir seal in Mingque's body!

It was this elixir that hindered Ning Fan and the last seal!

"Brother Bing...what's wrong..." Mingque blinked her eyes. Her virtual poison sealed her almost the same thing, and her consciousness gradually became clear, as if she was normal.

"Nothing...it's just a mere elixir...a mere nine-turn alchemist...a elixir set up!"

Ning Fan's face is as deep as water... A seventh-turn alchemist can refine broken pills, and a nine-turn alchemist... A nine-turn alchemist must be a famous person among the true immortals. But he is already a nine-turn alchemist, but he is still designing a pill demon... What does the alchemist want to do? I want to refine pills that exceed the nine-turn?!

He had no grievances and grudges with the mysterious alchemist, but since he had a little relationship with Mingque, it was impossible. He watched Mingque one day be eaten by the alchemist.

Ning Fan did not have the Nine-Turn Alchemy technique... but Ning Fan had several methods to break the Nine-Turn Alchemy Seal.

A cold light in his eyes moved, but immediately put away the cold light, as if nothing had happened, and smiled at Mingque.

"Don't worry, the 100th seal will be fine soon... From today on, you will be free."

Ning Fan took out the bottles and jars and began to grind the liquid...

And half an hour later, the elixir seal was broken! The 100th seal was formed!

In an instant, the bright bird flew up, and its small body floated up gently, slowly transforming under the magma ground.

The aura suddenly increased, from the early stage of the Golden Pill, to the middle stage, to the late stage, and then to the peak!

There was also a supreme cold and majesty that gradually formed in Mingque's eyes... a majesty that was extremely incomparable to her body!

...

At the same time, in the extreme east of the Rain Realm, in the endless sea, on a huge floating island, a statue of the goddess suddenly appeared in a black light.

And all the masters of the island were all surprised at this moment.

"Goddess, it's a goddess! The goddess has not abandoned us, the goddess is back!"

An old priest in the realm of transcendence knelt down in front of the goddess statue... and all the tribesmen kneeled down at this moment!

If you look closely, you will find that although these monks are human race, they are not condensing their bodies, nor are they demon veins... but demon veins! Even in ancient times, they are not immortal veins that can be condensed by human race!

One by one, the powerful demonic power was emitting. The old monster who transformed into gods was kneeling in front of the statue, knelt hundreds of times and kowtowed thousands of times.

Everything is because of this statue, the one who once worshipped, is the daughter of the ancient Nether Bird.
Chapter completed!