"Acacia iron...cauldron ring..."

Ning Fan touched the slightly hot fairy mine and his heart gradually calmed down. Since he accidentally obtained this acacia iron, he would naturally refine the cauldron ring in the future.

It's a pity that there is no cauldron yet...

Shaking his head, Ning Fan collected his thoughts, and the yin and yang fire pointed out and submerged into the fairy mine.

The two fairy ores merge into one, and it is not easy to separate them.

The birth of all things depends on yin and yang. The power of yin and yang fire is still weak, but with the experience of Ning Fan's Immortal Emperor level fire control, he uses the black magic flame of yin and yang fire to calcine the acacia iron. The ice cold of yin and yang fire cools the spiritual iron. Acacia iron

Slowly melting into molten iron, the spiritual iron remains as cold as ever.

When the acacia iron was completely melted, Ning Fan flicked his sleeves and rolled the spiritual iron into his hand. At the same time, he waved a single palm to activate the ice spiritual power of the immortal veins, release the ice mana, and condense the acacia iron.

He patted the storage bag, collected the Albizia Julibrissin Iron, and handed the Spiritual Iron to Mo Rushui calmly.

The whole process only took half an hour, and Mo Rushui was almost stunned by Ning Fan's effortless fire control skills.

Her face was half covered by the sleeves and robe, and under the sleeves, her red lips were slightly open in disbelief.

But just by observing Ning Fan's process of controlling fire, Mo Rushui felt that his skill in refining weapons had improved a lot.

"Young master is extremely talented, I admire you." She took the spiritual iron and was amazed to see that there was still a little bit of magic ore pollution on it.

"In this case, Fairy Lao Mo will possess my spirit."

The two returned to the ground and went straight to the Mo family's weapon refining room. The entire spirit possession process lasted for a day. Ning Fan watched it from beginning to end.

For the first time, I had a clear understanding of possessed spirits.

The so-called spirit possession is to melt the spiritual iron, extract the "marrow of supernatural power" from it, and engrave it on the magic weapon with a special pattern.

Even if it is the same kind of spiritual iron, if the magic weapon is slightly different, the formation patterns will be thousands of miles apart.

Ning Fan originally wanted to secretly learn the art of spirit possession based on the memory of the Immortal Emperor, but in the end, he had no choice but to give up the idea.

The way of possessing spirits is by no means easier than the way of formation. It will take at least several decades for me to improve the art of possessing spirits to the level of Mo Rushui.

Ning Fan doesn't have so much time to study the art of possessing spirits. When he needs to possess spirits, he should go directly to the spirit possessor.

When Mo Rushui handed the Zhanli Sword back to Ning Fan's hand, the reluctance in his beautiful eyes made Ning Fan feel that it was a sin to take the Zhanli Sword by himself.

"Young Master, you must treat this sword kindly..." Mo Rushui looked at Ning Fan pitifully and begged softly.

"Yes, yes..."

Ning Fan's gaze fell on the Zhanli Sword. His appearance had not changed much. There was still a starlight circling around his body, but there was an extra ray of heat on the edge of the sword. This heat had a soul-burning effect.

The power will increase as the level of the Zhanli Sword increases.

After a few blows, Ning Fan showed a satisfied smile, opened his mouth, swallowed the starlight sword shadow into his Dantian, and left.

The enchantment of the Sword of Cutting and Lifting is completed, and Ning Fan's first real magic weapon since he cultivated as a demon has finally taken shape.

There seemed to be only two things left to do before heading to the Ghost Sparrow Sect.

Refining the Jade Emperor Pill, and turning Si Wuxie into a puppet!

The alchemy room is now occupied by an old demon, who explodes the furnace again and again, leaving Ning Fan with no place to refine the Jade Emperor Pill. He has no choice but to solve the problem of Si Wuxie first.

Now Si Wuxie was destroyed by Ning Fan and her cultivation base was destroyed. She was imprisoned in the Qimei Ice Prison and under strict supervision.

The one guarding the Ice Prison was the Ice Guard Demon Cultivator. When they saw Ning Fan coming, everyone was in awe. This was naturally Nangong's order.

"My subordinate Wang Ling has met the young master!"

The chief guard guarding the Ice Prison, named Wang Ling, is a demon cultivator at the tenth level. During the Dao Fruit Auction, he was responsible for maintaining the security of the auction house. He had witnessed Ning Fan's murderous aura frightening the demons, and he felt deeply for Ning Fan.

Extremely admired.

"Well. I'm going to the Nine Layers of Ice Prison to meet that person..."

The Nine Layers Ice Prison is the lowest level of the Ice Prison. It holds the most important prisoner - Si Wuxie, the leader of the Tianli Sect. However, Ning Fan did not disclose this person's name. Except for the old devil and the three commanders of the Black God Army, no one knows about the Ice Prison.

The person imprisoned in Jiuzhong was actually the most powerful demon who was famous in Yue Kingdom.

"Hehe, Commander Nangong has told me that if you want to see this person, you can meet this person at any time. But Young Master, you have to take it easy. The nine layers of ice prison, the weather is cold and the ground is freezing. When a man is in love with a woman, don't freeze..."

Wang Ling blinked at Ning Fan and showed a smile that only men can understand. This smile made Ning Fan frown, and he vaguely felt that there was something wrong in Wang Ling's words. He and Si Wuxie were a shemale, so how could a man like a woman?

like?

Shaking his head, he didn't take it into consideration.

Ning Fan took the key to the prison door, entered the ice prison alone, and went straight to the ninth level without letting Wang Ling follow him.

The first level of ice prison is where monks from the first level of Pimai are imprisoned. All the way down to the eighth level, it is already thousands of feet deep underground. Under the melting spirit, it is impossible to bear the cold here. In the eighth level, there are several empty prisons.

In the ice prison, there were several zombies lying there, bound by chains. Perhaps they were prisoners who had frozen to death here for countless years.

On the ninth floor, there was only one ice cell. Ning Fan opened the ice door and saw a disheveled prisoner, bound by ice chains, with his head hanging down as if in a coma.

"Si Wuxie... If I had known today, why bother in the beginning." Ning Fan said coldly.

"Oh, Ning Fan, you came here to kill me? Do you dare..." Si Wuxie did not raise her head, her feminine voice was full of sarcasm.

"Who is your true self in the Four Heavenly Immortal Realm?"

"I said it, do you recognize it, it's just an ant from the lower realm..."

For some reason, Si Wuxie gave Ning Fan an unusual feeling today.

In the Immortal Emperor's memory, there is a puppet technique that can erase the memory, retain the body's intelligence, and make the opponent into his own puppet, called "Spirit Puppet Technique".

Ning Fan slowly approached Si Wuxie, and he was going to use the "Spiritual Puppet Technique" to deal with Si Wuxie.

But the closer I got, the more uneasy I felt. I always felt that something had been missed from the beginning.

The uneasiness continued... Ning Fan quietly summoned the Zhanli Sword and hid it in his sleeve, and the uneasiness subsided a little.

Ning Fan stopped at a distance of three feet. At this distance, he could feel the tremendous pressure from Si Wuxie. With almost no hesitation, he immediately flew back.

Si Wuxie let out a soft sigh. Unexpectedly, Ning Fan was so cautious. He suddenly raised his head and revealed a holy and beautiful woman's face. Her lips were like rouge, and her eyebrows were as picturesque as a green lotus blooming. She was dignified and not to be played with. It's just that

Her soft eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The aura comparable to the late stage of the Golden Core dissipated from Si Wuxie's body, and his body was locked, but his spiritual thoughts turned into invisible flying swords, like flowers and flying shadows, piercing Ning Fan's sea of ​​consciousness with one handle.

Ning Fan's complexion changed slightly. If the sea of ​​consciousness was cut off by the flying sword of spiritual thought, he would become an idiot in the blink of an eye. This Si Wuxie has such deep scheming and ruthless methods, and he actually hid such a skill.

I clearly destroyed her golden elixir and crippled her cultivation. Unexpectedly, she still hid her cultivation and even appeared as a woman. What's going on...

A woman's face, breath, and body cannot be faked.

Ning Fan's mind was spinning, and in an instant, he thought of the key. He seemed to have some realization, and with a stern look on his face, he held the sword in his hand, and the starlight sword shadow danced like plumes, trying to kill the flying sword of spiritual thought.

This move was only met with a gentle sneer from Si Wuxie, "An ancient divine weapon? It's a pity that it's only the first level of a low-grade divine weapon. With a low-grade divine weapon, it can't kill my divine will at all...ah! It's impossible..."

Before she could stop speaking, she suddenly screamed, and the power of her spiritual thoughts was caught off guard. She was struck by the Zhanli Sword, and a soul-burning force on top of it completely burned away the power of her spiritual thoughts.

Her soft and beautiful face suddenly turned pale, her breath was sluggish, and she looked at Ning Fan in horror.

"The 'Burning Soul' magical power, the 'Void' level magical power, is impossible. How can you obtain this kind of magical material based on your status as a fusion spirit!"

She gritted her teeth and tried to use other magical powers to deal with Ning Fan, but it was too late... Ning Fan would not give her a second chance to sneak attack, no!

Ning Fan stepped forward with his feet on the ice rainbow, and touched Si Wuxie's chest with a single finger. He used the power of his Yin fingers to penetrate into his body, causing Si Wuxie's aura to become chaotic. His breath was like blue, and his expression was blurred.

It's difficult to mobilize any mana, let alone a sneak attack on Ning Fan!

"Unexpectedly, Si Wuxie, the dignified leader of Wuxie Sect, is actually a woman... The above ancient magic technique "Ni Yang Jue" pretended to be a man and almost deceived me... Ni Yang Jue can create a fake golden elixir in the body and transform into a man.

Body, you are confused by me. No wonder I crushed your golden elixir, but you still have magic power... Si Wuxie, I really underestimated you..."

Ning Fan hissed and tore up Si Wuxie's clothes, revealing a cheese-like body of a woman. Where it was a man, there was also a shemale.

But when Ning Fan tore off her clothes, Si Wuxie was so ashamed and angry that she was dying of shame. Her face was like a peach dripping with blood, and her jade legs were kneeling on the ground. An awe-inspiring murderous intent appeared in her beautiful eyes, "You dare to humiliate me, do you know that I have been here for four days?"

Where did the deity above come from...ah...well...this...what kind of finger power is this..."

Before she finished her cruel words, the effect of the vaginal finger force was becoming more and more apparent. She could not help but gently rub the jade leg of her kneeling on the ground, and a trace of transparent liquid seeped out from between her thighs.

"Don't...don't look...I am...the Saint of Yaochi...if you blaspheme...blaspheme me...I will send...a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers...to destroy your entire clan...well...don't look...please..."

Tangtang Si Wuxie was not even a little bit arrogant at this moment. Under the power of Cai Yin's fingers, all her murderous intentions turned into fear towards Ning Fan, leaving only the instinctive fear of a woman in her heart.

"What do you want...to do to me...you can't...well...it feels so uncomfortable...this is...what kind of charm..."

Si Wuxie's skin turned an attractive blush, and for the first time in her life, she felt fear towards a man.

"Saint of Yaochi, so what..." Ning Fan pinched Si Wuxie's chin, his mouth was cold, but a trace of sadness flashed in his heart.

Saintess, Saintess... What a holy and inviolable title, but her lower realm clone turned out to be a demon, which even harmed herself and her younger brother Ning Gu. With her innocent face, she deceived so many people and made her

People think she is a kind-hearted woman...but she clearly has a snake-like heart...

It turns out that the four heavenly realms are not a pure land...or, there is no pure land in the whole world.

"Even if she is the Saint of Yaochi, Ning must avenge her..." His hand pinched Si Wuxie's delicate breasts hard, but Si Wuxie, a master of half-step Nascent Soul, actually felt pain.

Almost cried.

After the pain, there was a strange numbness that submerged his mind... between the legs, the clear spring could not stop.
To be continued...