The Beihai True Monarch was refined into confusion, 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 the seal that all things recognize as their master!

then…

Silently…

Successfully recognized the master of the Divine Refining Cauldron!

The refining speed has been slightly increased!

After that…

The Fengnu Clan successfully recognized its master! The Fengnu Clan’s clan-protecting formation—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 the heaven and earth cannot be described in words. It was as if Ning Fan's existence was directly integrated into the mountains and seas here.

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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 swaths of lavender light rain.

Gradually, even the purple light that flickered on and off flew out from the bodies of each and every female 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 kalpas!

19,500 calamities!

20,000 kalpas!

At this moment, Ning Fan was surrounded by purple fluorescence, and his mana surged to a high of 20,000 calamities, comparable to the power of a second-level quasi-sage! However, this improvement is not permanent, it is more like the blessing of the territory to the lord. Once Ning Fan

This blessing will disappear whenever you leave the territory of the Fengnu Clan or cancel the recognition of the land of the Fengnu Clan.

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 knows 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..."

"My 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 the fate of thousands of miles to change the fate of the elixir, it seems that the Beihai True Monarch is 100% going to 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 time within a radius of ten thousand miles, you will succeed in recognizing the master!

If you have a space with a radius of thousands of miles, you will be successful 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 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 doesn't want to, the evil spirit will simply escape from the cauldron.

Space flows out.

Although Ning Fan had sealed 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 kill a second-level titled quasi-sage in such a short period of time?"

No one would have thought that Ning Fan could know how to master time that spans thousands of miles.

No one would have thought that True Lord Beihai, who had reached the heavenly realm, would be refined into a furnace of elixirs within Ning Fan's hands within a short period of time.

…

But he said that in the northern boundary river, in an endlessly distant place, in the current of the boundary river, 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 slight 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 did not look at them again.

He stood up and walked out of the cabin, standing at the bow of the ship, looking at the sea currents on both sides, as if he was remembering the past. The sadness in his heart subsided slightly, but he became interested in poetry, and he felt 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 water of the boundary river, his thoughts were smoother than ever before, and verses came out of his mouth.

"I swam along the Jiuhe River with my daughter, and the wind stirred up the waves.

Riding on a water chariot with a lotus cover, riding two dragons with a flying dragon.

Climbing Kunlun and looking around, my heart is soaring and majestic.
To be continued...