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In the space of the copper tower, Ning Fan found a place to retreat in order to stabilize his blood cultivation. This retreat lasted for nine years.

During the nine years, Miaoyan often came to Ning Fan's retreat place to ask about Ning Fan's current situation, and was very concerned about Ning Fan who suddenly retreated.

Nine years were enough time for Miaoyan to figure out something, that is, Ning Fan was not a master who could rival the saint as she had imagined.

When we met Miaoyan again, Ning Fan had put on his ghost mask again. Even so, Miaoyan still saw some clues from his daily interactions.

During the nine years of stabilizing his calamity blood cultivation, Ning Fan's aura fluctuated up and down. When it was high, it was even comparable to the Immortal Lord of the first calamity in all eternity. When it was low, it seemed like he was just a junior in the middle stage of transcending the truth.

…This is really weird.

Miaoyan couldn't figure out Ning Fan's true cultivation level, but he could see that no matter how high Ning Fan's cultivation level was, it could not be higher than the first calamity of eternity. At most, he was only a one-calamity immortal...

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Zhao's true cultivation level, like mine, is just the first calamity in all eternity... If that's true, how did he kill thousands of ancient corpses of immortals with one sword? Did he use some kind of secret technique? In the world of cultivation

, is there such a secret technique to fight one against ten thousand..."

Can’t figure it out…

However, Miaoyan didn't ask too much. Everyone has their own secrets. Ning Fan saved her several times, but she would not deliberately inquire into Ning Fan's secrets.

Calculating it carefully, ten years have passed since the two of them followed the eyeball monster into the copper tower space.

And this copper tower space could only last for ten years. Not long after Ning Fan came out of seclusion, the entire copper tower space showed signs of collapse.

"You brat, you're finally out of seclusion! Huh? Your breath seems to have improved a lot..."

"That's it. Let's change to a copper tower, and I will help you complete the last step of bloodline fusion!"

But with a flash of gray light, the eyeball monster appeared in front of Ning Fan. After looking at Ning Fan for a long time, he finally left the copper tower space with Ning Fan and Miao Yan, and returned to the outside world of the tower forest.

Not long after everyone came out of the tower, a clicking sound was heard. The previous copper tower had exhausted its power, and numerous cracks appeared. The space inside was completely destroyed at this moment, and it was no longer possible to enter it.

If the copper tower that seals the years is used up, will it be destroyed... Ning Fan thought to himself.

After destroying one tower, there are still 20 copper towers that have been sealed here.

This time, the eyeball monster led Ning Fan and Miaoyan to a ten-story copper pagoda. Ning Fan glanced at it and saw this line of sacred script engraved on the door of the copper pagoda.

"In this tower, hundreds of years are sealed."

The nine-story copper pagoda seals ten years, and the tenth floor seals one hundred years.

The handwriting still has the domineering intention to look down on the world, but this time, Ning Fan has become a barbarian god. Looking at the lines of words, he is not afraid of the world-shattering coercion between the lines.

He is already a barbarian god, with the power of thirty-six punishment mountains. Now, he can easily suppress most second-step barbarian cultivators with the power of punishment alone. Although the power of punishment cannot hurt other than barbarian cultivators.

Although it is a race, it also has a strong resistance to external pressure and shock.

Perhaps, this line of writing is really left by the mourning emperor who looked down upon the world, but as long as this pressure is still limited to the second step, it will not frighten Ning Fan in the slightest!

The eyeball monster took Ning Fan and the two of them into the century-old copper tower. In the previous ten years, Miaoyan's injury in the copper tower had not healed, so he found a place to retreat to heal his injuries.

Ning Fan was different. He was taken to a desolate desert in the copper tower space by the eyeball monster.

Above the desert, solitary smoke soars into the sky, and there are scattered pyramids scattered on the desert. Outside those pyramids, there are many ancient sphinx statues.

This scene looked familiar to Ning Fan, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Yes, I saw it during the Senluo Tribulation. It was the scenery of the Quicksand Star Territory.

Ning Fan still remembers that he once felt a trace of the Great Path of Time in the Quicksand Star Territory, which is the power to control time.

He was still there, refining a fragment of the Yin Fusion Pearl. I remember it was the tenth Yin Fusion Pearl, the strongest one among the ten Yin Fusion Pearls...

Different from the Quicksand Star Territory, the pyramids here are empty and do not exist within temples.

"The power of time here is very strong... This place was not originally a desert... It is the power of the Tao of time that has changed the landscape of this place..." Ning Fan said to himself, closing his eyes slightly, he could feel the Tao of the mountains and seas here.

breathe.

The Tao can also breathe, and everything is alive... This is the world in the eyes of barbarians.

Closing his eyes, Ning Fan seemed to be able to see the changes in the landforms of this land. Once upon a time, this land had mountains and seas.

Once upon a time, there was a powerful monk who understood the law of time in this land. When he had a slight understanding, the sea turned into mulberry fields, and the earth turned into quicksand on his fingertips with his thought...

Who is that powerful monk? It’s impossible to know for sure, maybe he is really the Mourning Emperor mentioned by the eyeball monster.

"Okay, okay, there's nothing good to see in a bare desert. Stop looking, let's get down to business. Come out, [Small Archway]!"

The eyeball monster swept out a gray light. After the gray light receded, a huge stone archway with a height of 700 feet appeared out of thin air on the desert here. It had four pillars and three doors. It was like the texture of white marble in the world. It was round and jade-like, but it was...

It is not like ordinary stone, but has an immortal spirit.

In the world of cultivation, archways are very common. Some large sects like to build such an archway outside the mountain gate, which has the effect of suppressing the aura of the sect.

Even in the mortal world, outside of many mausoleums and temples, you can often see this kind of building.

The archway in front of me is not like an ordinary sect's archway. There is a faint innate power emanating from it.

A mere stone archway is actually an innate magic weapon! The fortune of this eye-eyed monster is indeed very rich, and it turns out that the little iron cage is more than just an innate magic weapon.

It's just that the name is really ugly...it's a small iron cage, it's a small archway, what a bad name it is...

"Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, Dui..." The eyeball monster chanted the hexagram formula in his mouth, and then bursts of precious light lit up above the stone archway.

The precious light spread far enough to cover the entire copper tower space.

As a result, the spiritual energy in the entire copper tower space was forcibly gathered by this stone archway, and the effect was more domineering than any other spirit gathering array.

"This treasure can plunder spiritual energy from ten directions. It can be used by me alone. If you establish a sect and then place this treasure within the sect, the effect of the disciples in the sect's meditation practice will definitely be increased by more than ten times. Hehe, this magic weapon

Not bad." The eyeball monster proudly showed off.

It's indeed good, but it's not very useful... Ning Fan thought to himself.

In the world of cultivation, there are not many people who are willing to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice. That's it for low-level monks. If those high-level monks only practice hard in seclusion, it will be difficult for them to improve to a small level even if they take thousands of years.

Only by relying on external resources can you quickly improve your cultivation level.

Of course, this does not mean that meditation and hard work are not important. If you want to compete for opportunities in the world of cultivation, there will naturally be great risks. There are many powerful monks who are willing to spend millions of years in seclusion and hard work. If there is this treasure,

Hands, millions of years of hard work can be done in just 100,000 years, so this thing is not completely useless.

Naturally, if Ning Fan establishes a certain force, this object will be more useful. It can bless all the disciples of the sect and speed up their cultivation. Well... if this object is placed in the Xuanyin world and used by the cauldrons, it should be able to improve their cultivation.

Skyrocketing…

In the past, the improvement of the cultivation level of the cauldrons would not be of great benefit to Ning Fan, but now...

Ning Fan took an inner look at the reverse relic in his dantian, and a faint flash of light flashed in his eyes. This stone archway may also be of great use...

"Okay, I have gathered the spiritual energy from ten directions to fuse the four bloodlines for you. It shouldn't be difficult."

The eyeball monster confidently deployed its magical powers, and the entire desert was instantly shrouded in gray light, making it difficult to see what was going on.

Time passed little by little, one day passed, two days passed... In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

The gray light on the desert gradually dissipated. It had only been a month, and the Eyeball Monster actually looked very worn out. His expression was no longer as confident as before, and he was full of despair.

"It can't be fused! It can't be fused at all! It's so difficult! No, no, no, your blood robbery is too overbearing..."

"Let me take a break and let's try again!"

The eyeball monster rested for several days before returning to its peak state. He once again used his magical power to cover the earth with gray light. In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

"It failed again! I still don't believe it, let's try again!"

Six months have passed…

"Still unable to fuse! Try again!"

Three years have passed...

"His grandma, this liar Luan Gu, didn't he say that fusing blood is easy? Why is it so difficult!"

After countless attempts to fuse the bloodlines failed, the eyeball monster finally went berserk and began to curse the ancients.

The eyeball monster has met Emperor Luan Gu, and even heard about Luan Gu's past of merging the three bloodlines of ancient gods, ancient demons, and ancient demons.

Luan Gu's process of merging bloodlines was not difficult, which made the eyeball monster mistakenly believe that Ning Fan's fusion of four bloodlines would not be too difficult.

It's a pity that he completely misjudged the difficulty of Ning Fan integrating the four bloodlines!

There are only three bloodlines: ancient gods, ancient demons, and ancient demons. If Ningfan only has these three bloodlines, it is not difficult to integrate them. After all, the power of these three races comes from the same source, and they are all the power of the world against the world.

However, Ning Fan has the power of the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit in his body. This is a power belonging to the world of mortals, and is incompatible with the power of the Nichen world!

"His grandma's, let's try again..."

The eyeball monster wanted to pull Ning Fan and fuse the blood again, but Ning Fan refused with a wry smile.

"No need, I have already seen some of the reasons why the bloodline cannot be fused. With the current situation of my bloodline, I am afraid that if I try again a thousand or ten thousand times, the result will be the same and it will still fail. Now, it is not fusion yet.

The timing of the four bloodlines..."

In the end, the eyeball monster reluctantly left, looking for a place to retreat and recuperate to replenish the energy consumed in the past few years.

Ning Fan, on the other hand, was sitting cross-legged in the desert, looking at the four blood vessels in his body with a rather solemn expression.
To be continued...