Refining the six-color incense rocket was just a test to see whether Zhu Gong's words were true. Ning Fan made a move with his palm to attract the purple gourd, and then made another move, and the gourd immediately circled and flew towards the old man Zhu Gong.

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 Zhu Gong stretched out his hand to catch the gourd, but as soon as he caught it, he felt a heavy pressure on his palm. The weight was beyond his load capacity. But with a bang, his entire bow spirit body was crushed directly.

Shattered into dots of phosphorescence.

The gourd hit the ground of the cave with a loud 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 came from the innate purple energy in the gourd. The heavier it was, the more powerful the innate purple energy contained in the gourd was.

"Master! This gourd of yours is amazing. If it is refined into an innate magic weapon, it will probably not be an ordinary item!"

"...This gourd has not yet condensed into a treasure shape, but the small 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 deeply rooted.

Without outside help, he firmly believed that there would be 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 still 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 it up. It only takes me a thousand years at most to warm up this gourd into a bow shape. At that time, I will use the power of this bow to tear the seal. It will not be difficult at all. I can do it myself.

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!"

When he thought about 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, and it can take as little as a thousand years, or as long as more than a million years. However, if a higher-grade weapon spirit is integrated into the weapon refining materials and the spirit object is warmed from the inside out, the condensed form will

The time can be greatly shortened.

Ning Fan had never considered what kind of magic weapon he would refine from the purple gourd. The gourd bow seemed 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. He pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice,

"We'll 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..."

The old man Zhugong glanced at the purple gourd on the ground reluctantly, but he also understood that now was not the time to make plans for this gourd.

"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, clasped his hands together, and all the killing incense poured 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 Fanao Zhijue 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...

With each additional color of the fragrant rocket, the power is greatly increased. At the end, the arrow has a total of six colors, and the murderous intention of Xiao Su coming from the arrow body is enough to make any true immortal of Broken Thought Realm look sideways!

The moment the incense rocket formed, 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 breathless.

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-color 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 incense, this consumption is not small.

Ning Fan glanced at the arrow, and a light flashed in his eyes. With a move of his palm, the six-colored arrow stopped circling, slowly lowered, and was 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 arrow in the palm of my hand is 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 became 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 that Ning Fan dared to hold an arrow with his bare hands, the old man Zhugong was slightly startled. Then he shook his head and sneered.

The killing aura of the Liucai Incense Rocket is too strong. Even if Old Monster Suinian touches the arrow rashly, he will be burned by the power of the killing incense. Even he, the bow spirit who refined this arrow, does not dare to touch the arrow.

The power of this arrow is extremely powerful. One arrow can kill the initial stage of Zuixian Suinian. However, you need qualifications to control this arrow!

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 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 even slightly... 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 abilities. His cultivation in the middle stage of Duzhen is like holding a six-color incense rocket. Even the previous master only dared to hold an arrow directly after he had cultivated to the realm of the eternal immortal."

"The previous master said that he wanted to control this arrow. Cultivation alone is not enough, he also needs a hint of understanding... It seems that only after he has understood something clearly, can he be qualified to completely control this arrow. Otherwise, it is just a matter of borrowing the pill.

The power of the medicine forcibly controls this arrow, and 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 feeling 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.

As soon as the arrow was taken, a strong force was sent out again, trying to break out of Ning Fan's hand. The huge force was shocked, and Ning Fan took a few steps back to stabilize his body, but his eyes were determined, and he would never let go.

arrow!

This time, he took nine steps back in a row, and every time he took a step back, he left an inch-deep footprint on the stone floor of the cave.

His breath was slightly messy, but this time, the arrow did not break out of his hand! His hand was 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 Principles of Palm Archery to control this arrow. Could it be that this evil star also has a clear understanding of the Tao Principles of Palm Archery!"

"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 behavior 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 the arrow's incense, 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 moment, then removed the power of the ghost face that suppressed the six-color arrow, and felt a burning sensation in his palm.
To be continued...