Grasping Evil

? Refining the six-colored incense rocket is just a test to test whether the words of the candle bow are true.

Ning Fan flexed his palm and called out the purple gourd. With a little more, the gourd immediately circled and flew towards the old candle bow.

The speed of the flying escape was extremely slow, and when it gradually approached, it gave Old Candle Bow a sense of oppression that was as heavy as a mountain.

The old man Zhugong stretched out his hand to pick up the gourd, but as soon as he picked it up, a heavy pressure immediately came from his palm. That kind of heavy, beyond his load capacity. But with a bang, his entire body of the bow spirit was directly crushed, shattering into bits of phosphorescence.

The gourd slammed into the ground and landed on the ground of the cave, and the entire mountain began to shake. The phosphorescence re-condensed, and the old man with candle bow reappeared, and when he looked at the purple gourd again, he was a little shocked.

He naturally knew that the gourd was an innate spirit, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy. This heavyness comes from the innate purple energy in the gourd. The heavier it is, the more powerful the innate purple energy contained in the gourd is.

"Master! Your gourd is amazing. If it is refined into an innate magic weapon, most of it will not be of ordinary quality!"

"...This gourd has not yet condensed into a treasure shape, but Xiaogong has a way to let it gradually condense into a bow shape..."

"The gourd bow! If there is such a congenital gourd bow...hehe...such and such..."

The old man Zhugong rolled his eyes, and sometimes laughed a few times, and his eyes gradually became hot.

He was sealed by Ning Fan and could not escape. The seal could not be broken with his strength, and as the years passed, it penetrated into his spiritual body little by little and became more and more deeply ingrained.

If there is no external help, he is convinced that there is no hope for him to break free of the seal in this life.

But if you can warmly raise a gourd bow of the innate level, even if it is only the prototype of a magic weapon. He also has a lot of confidence to use the power of the bow to break the seal.

"Hey, as long as this evil star will give this gourd to the old man to warm up. The old man will only need a thousand years at most to warm up this gourd into a bow shape. At that time, the old man will use the power of this bow to tear the seal, it will definitely not be difficult. Escape from the clutches of this evil star..."

"You must find a way to get the gourd from this evil star! This matter is related to the old man's escape plan! Gourd, gourd, the happiness of the rest of my life, I can count on you!"

The thought of one day being able to regain freedom. Old Man Zhugong smiled even more wretchedly,

The whole face is like a chrysanthemum blooming.

Candle Bow's words made Ning Fan's eyes flicker, as if intentionally moving.

The first step in refining the innate magic weapon is to let the treasure refining materials absorb the power of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and evolve the prototype of the magic weapon by itself.

In this step, one must go with the flow and cannot help from outside forces, otherwise it will affect the power of the innate treasure.

The magic weapon condenses itself. The speed is extremely slow, it takes thousands of years in short, and millions of years in many. However, if there is a higher-grade artifact spirit into the refining material. Warming the spirits from the inside out, the time for condensing can be greatly shortened.

Ning Fan never thought about what kind of magic weapon he would make into a purple gourd. The gourd bow seems to be a good choice too.

But what...

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the old man Zhugong. Some of the latter's careful thoughts were naturally hidden from his eyes. He pondered for a moment, and said solemnly,

"The matter of the gourd. Let's talk about it later, and quickly make the six-colored incense rocket out!"

"Hey. Master, let's talk about this gourd..."

"No more long-winded. I'll feed you the blood bow!"

"Don't! Master, calm down, the little one will practice arrows immediately, and immediately practice arrows..."

The old man Candle Bow reluctantly glanced at the purple gourd on the ground, but he also understood that now is not the time to make this gourd idea.

"Hey, let's make arrows first! As long as you save your life, the gourd thing can be plotted slowly..."

The old man Zhugong raised his hand and pointed at the purple gourd on the ground. The slaughtering incense in the gourd immediately flew out of his mouth like smoke.

Seeing this, the old man Zhugong sat down with his knees crossed, his hands folded together, all the slaughter incense poured towards him, a little bit, condensed into an illusory arrow.

In just an instant, the illusory arrow shadow solidified, followed by the old man Zhugong's complicated and mysterious finger art, which was held in his palm and began to change color.

There was only one color at first, but later, the colors of Xiang Rocket continued to increase, becoming two colors, three colors, four colors...

Each color of the incense rocket increases its power greatly. In the end, the arrow has a total of six colors, and the Xiao Su murderous intent on the arrow body is enough to make any real immortal in the Broken Mind Realm look sideways!

At the moment when the incense rocket was condensed, the old man with candle bow suddenly stood up and let go quickly, for fear of touching the body of the arrow.

Fragrant Rocket flew up on its own, hovering slowly in the cave, the arrows coming out made one's breath stagnant.

Faintly, there is the sound of ancient dragon neighing, spreading from the arrow, with a very vicissitudes of life.

"Hey, master, please see, the six-colored incense rocket has been made..." The old man with a smile bowed, and said to Ning Fan cautiously.

The quality of this six-colored arrow is average, neither high nor low. It is regarded as his normal performance, and he does not know whether it can satisfy Ning Fan.

It took a very short time to make this arrow, but it lost one-tenth of the old man's bow spirit power and needed time to recover.

A six-colored incense rocket used up 1% of the slaughtering incense in the gourd. Judging from the huge base of the incense, this consumption was not small.

Ning Fan's eyes swept away the arrow, and there was a flash of light in his eyes. With a move of his palm, the six-colored arrow stopped circling, slowly descended, and was held in Ning Fan's palm.

With just one grip, the arrow body immediately ignited a six-colored flame, dazzling.

In a trance, an illusion appeared in front of Ning Fan's eyes, as if at this moment, there are hundreds of billions, trillions of barbarians, with blood and tears, bowing to him!

They bowed down unswervingly, I don't know how many thousands of years it lasted, and the slaughter incense produced was too strong!

The illusion disappeared in a flash, and Ning Fan's mind was quickly awakened by the scorching heat in his palm.

The incense rocket in the palm is terribly hot! It seems that everything that touches this arrow will burn with it!

Above this arrow, there was a strong force immediately, which directly shook Ning Fan's mouth, let go and flew out again.

Shocked by the mighty force, Ning Fan swayed and retreated ten steps in the cave. His eyes became solemn.

Spreading out the palm of the hand, the palm has been burnt, and there is a stench!

"Just relying on my mid-transition cultivation base, I can't hold this arrow!" 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 kept shaking his head, hehe sneered.

The slaughtering aura of the Six-Colored Incense Rocket is too heavy, and even if it is an old monster who rashly touches this arrow, it will be burned by the power of the killing incense. Even his bow spirit, who made this arrow, dare not touch the arrow.

This arrow is extremely powerful, and one arrow can kill the initial stage of Shainian, but you can control this arrow. Qualifications are required!

Not anyone is qualified to drive this extremely special fragrant rocket! In the eyes of the old man Zhugong, only his first master, Zulong Zhuli, has this qualification!

"Master, are you alright! What, your old man was burned by Xiang Rocket! The little one really sees it in his eyes, and it hurts in his heart!"

"Damn it! Xiaogong is really damned, I forgot to remind the master that this arrow cannot be touched casually, and the master is in the middle of the real cultivation base. Only after taking the medicine pill to resist the killing breath, can you touch this arrow a little... Xiaogong The former master of , said that to control this arrow. Qualifications are required..."

The old man Zhugong was worried, as if he cared about Ning Fan very much, but he was gloating in his heart.

Happy, of course, Ning Fan was out of his control and tried to hold the arrow in his hand by virtue of his mid-transition cultivation, but he ended up humiliating himself and was burned by the arrow.

"This evil star is really beyond his own capabilities. In the mid-term cultivation, it is like holding a six-colored incense rocket. Even the former master has cultivated to the realm of Eternal Immortal Venerable. He dared to hold the arrow directly in his hand."

"The former master said that he wants to control this arrow. Cultivation alone is not enough, it also needs a little understanding... It seems that only after understanding something can one have the qualification to completely control this arrow. Otherwise, even if it is a pill The power of medicine forcibly controls this arrow, and when the bow is opened, it can only exert a little power of this arrow..."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, this evil star does not seem to have this qualification."

The old man Zhugong was gloating, 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 burn on his palm was immediately healed in the starlight, while the ghost face faintly exuded a sense of excitement.

The suffocation gradually poured out of his body, Ning Fan raised his hand again, grabbed the incense rocket hovering above, and took the arrow directly into his hand.

Once the arrow was taken, a strong force was heard again, trying to break out of Ning Fan's palm. When the giant force was shocked, Ning Fan took a few steps back and stabilized his body, but his eyes were firm, he would never let go, let go of this arrow!

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

His breath was a little messy, but this time, the arrow didn't get out of his hand! His hands were not scalded at all!

"Hey! This evil star actually grasped the six-colored incense rocket without injury by virtue of his true cultivation!"

Even his former master, before the cultivation base reached Eternal Immortal Venerable, could not hold the six-colored arrow without using external force.

But Ning Fan has achieved this... But, it seems that it is different from when the master held the arrow.

"Could it be that this evil star, like the previous master, has the qualification to hold arrows?!"

"The previous master relied on the power of the archer's way to control the arrow. Could this evil star also have a clear understanding of the archer's way!"

"But, no, the master said that if you have a clear understanding of the way of the arrow, you will not be repelled by this arrow at all, nor will you retreat..."

With his eyesight, he did not see that Ning Fan was relying on the power of the innate ghost face to forcibly suppress the power of Xiang Jiao.

As a result, he was a little puzzled by Ning Fan's unharmed move to take the Xiang Rockets back nine steps in a row.

Ning Fan looked at the six-colored arrow in his palm, and his eyes were a little solemn, but also a little confused.

"Nine steps... I clearly used the power of the innate ghost face to suppress the power of this arrow's incense, but I was still knocked back nine steps..."

"I was knocked back not because I wasn't strong enough, but because... this arrow is rejecting me..."

"The reason why it rejected me seems to be... related to the Dao..."

"If you can't really conquer this arrow, the power of this arrow will be greatly weakened..."

Ning Fan was silent for a while, and withdrew the power of the ghost face that suppressed the six-colored arrows, and instantly felt a burning sensation in the palm of his hand.

He had to let go of the arrow again and let it fly again.

The power of this arrow is indeed not weak. He has personally felt the power of this arrow.

If this arrow comes out. Shooting an arrow to kill a cultivator in the early days of Shainian should not be a lie!

This arrow is extraordinary! And this is just a six-colored incense rocket. If it were replaced with colorful incense rockets, how powerful would it be...

A single arrow hit the ordinary immortal Venerable Eternal. It's not a lie to think about!

However, Ning Fan also felt that the power of this arrow can only be used to shoot specific targets.

This arrow is condensed by the slaughter incense, and the slaughter incense comes from the hatred of countless dead barbarians.

Fan Lianxiu was not the only one who hated those people. It also includes all the great enemies that want to be detrimental to the barbarians.

This kind of hatred is the hatred of genocide, and it is also deeply attached to the barbarians, so the scope of hatred is wider.

From this incense rocket, Ning Fan felt a will: Anyone who is an enemy of barbarians, no matter who they are, is the enemy of this arrow!

A non-barbarian enemy, even if hit by an arrow, won't do much damage. This is the limitation of Slaughter Incense...

Unless it is a monk who cultivates hatred. Otherwise, it is impossible to ignore this limitation and shoot innocent people with this arrow.

Today, the barbarians have a lot of calamities, and there are many enemies of the barbarians. There are demon cultivators, barbarians, and ancient statues of barbarians, all of whom are slaughtering barbarians unscrupulously.

Therefore, in the wild land, this arrow can shoot wild beasts, demon cultivators, and even ancient ancestors. Although it has limitations, it can be considered extremely useful.

"Candle bow. Your colorful arrows are very useful, and the blood bow will be devoured by you! After you have swallowed the blood bow, you can start refining the colorful arrows!"

"I'm here to learn about this arrow, before you devour the blood bow. Don't disturb me!"

After handing the Xue Gong Gong Ling to the candle bow, Ning Fan crossed his knees in the cave and closed his eyes to comprehend.

What he comprehended was naturally the qualification for that palm arrow!

Seeing that Ning Fan entered the state of perception, Zhu Gong naturally did not dare to disturb him. At this moment, he was overjoyed to hear Ning Fan let him devour the blood bow.

He grinned, walked closer, picked up the blood bow, showed a very wretched expression, stuck out his tongue, licked the blood bow, and seemed to enjoy it very much.

Every time he licked, the spirituality of the blood bow decreased and flowed into his body. He didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear of Ning Fan's rebuke, the process was too beautiful, but fortunately Ning Fan closed his eyes and did not look at it, otherwise he would be disgusted...

The swallowing process lasted for nearly three days. After the swallowing was completed, the candle bow's aura increased a lot, and the grade of the bow spirit was significantly improved.

Although there is still a huge gap from the innate level, but its level is placed in the sub-innate level, it is close to the peak of existence.

Seeing that the level of his bow spirit has increased significantly, Candle Bow is delighted. As for the blood bow, the bones that have been eaten by the candle bow are not left...

During the three days when the candle bow devoured the blood bow, Ning Fan sat in the cave all the time, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

During the three days, Ning Fan didn't move for half a minute, and kept closing his eyes to comprehend something.

On the first day, there was a power of artistic conception flowing in his body, and what he realized was the meaning of arrows.

The artistic conception is the prototype of the Dao, and it is the power that the first step cultivator realizes in his life. With Ning Fan Duzhen's mid-term cultivation base, it is not difficult to understand the artistic conception of arrows.

As time went by, the power of the arrow intent continued to increase, and when the second day came, the power of the arrow intent had all turned into the power of the arrow path.

On the second day, Ning Fan was comprehending the way of arrows.

The arrow path in Ning Fan's eyes is that once the bow is drawn, it will never look back.

The word for an arrow means forward, and the forward means to move forward without regrets.

Ning Fan's Dao is Perseverance, and the Arrow Dao also has some shadows of Perseverance. Therefore, it is not difficult to comprehend it.

This was the first time that Ning Fan had calmed down to understand the way of arrows, and it was also the first time that he felt that his personality was so compatible with arrows.

On the third day, the power of the path of arrows was still flowing in him, but in that power, there were gradually more things that were unclear and unclear.

His whole body seemed to have turned into an arrow, an arrow that would never turn back once the bow was drawn.

The heaven and the earth around him are constantly coming together with the way of arrows. That is the way of arrows that exists between heaven and earth, he can sense it, but he can't control it...

"I don't have the qualifications to hold an arrow now... But, one day..."

On the third day, Ning Fan opened his eyes and stood up. I went to hold the six-colored arrow, but this time, I only took six steps back...

He didn't say much, and put away the seal of the six-colored arrows. He glanced at the candle bow on the side.

Seeing that the candle bow has successfully swallowed the blood bow, and the rank has risen sharply, it makes the candle bow begin to refine the colorful arrows.

"Hehe. Master, rest assured, Xiaogong has swallowed up the blood bow. The strength has improved greatly. The calculation of refining the colorful arrows is at least 20%! The slaughtering incense of the master has so much, Xiaogong can at least make five colorful arrows! Wait! After refining the colorful arrows, can the master take that gourd..."

Zhugong looked at the purple gourd covetously, licked his tongue, still thinking about the gourd.

"The matter of the gourd, we will discuss it after you refine the colorful arrows! Hurry up and refine the arrows!"

Ning Fan's eyes sank, and Zhugong immediately closed his mouth. Pidianpidian refining the colorful arrows, looking extremely conceited, as if for him, refining the colorful arrows is easy.

But soon, Candle Bow was no longer happy.

Refining colorful arrows is to refine one more color on the basis of refining six-color arrows.

Before swallowing the blood bow, his success rate in refining colorful arrows was almost 10%. After swallowing the blood bow, the calculation has already reached as much as 20%.

Twenty percent. According to the probability, five arrows succeed one. If the arrow fails, the grade will stay at the six-color level.

It is a pity. Candle Bow seems to be out of luck today. After failing nine arrows in a row, he managed to forge the first colorful arrow. After six more failures, the second colorful arrow was forged. After that, after failing eight times, I reluctantly made a third...

The fourth arrow has not yet been tempered, and the slaughter incense in the gourd has been used up by him...

"This is what you said about 20%! Didn't you say. At least five colorful arrows can be made!"

Ning Fan's eyes swept away coldly, and the candle bow was immediately scared into cold sweat. Keep explaining the reasons for your bad luck today.

For these explanations, Ning Fan just snorted coldly. Noncommittal.

In fact, based on Ning Fan's experience, it can be seen that the high failure rate of candle bow training today is all a matter of mentality.

This guy's heart is really bad. After swallowing the blood bow, his grade rose sharply, and he began to be complacent, which led to frequent mistakes in arrow refining...

To put it bluntly, this fellow is scolded, can't praise, can't make him proud.

Ning Fan turned to look at the dozens of incense rockets hovering in the cave. Before and after, the candle bow made a total of 24 colorful arrows and 3 colorful arrows.

The power of the six-colored arrow can kill the broken thoughts with one arrow. In today's wild world, the power of forbidden immortals is rampant.

The power of the colorful arrows can severely damage the ancient immortals with one arrow. With three colorful arrows in hand, even if he encounters the ancestor of the poisonous dragon, even if he encounters an ancient statue of a barbarian ancestor, Ning Fan is not afraid!

With these arrows, Ning Fan is now in the wilderness, and he truly has the power to protect himself!

Looking at these incense rockets, Ning Fan was in a trance, as if he saw no barbarians bowing to him, begging him, begging him to take action and avenge them!

The object of revenge is naturally the murderers who brought them down to this point...

"These arrows will eventually be useful!"

With a wave of Ning Fan, he sealed the incense rockets one by one and put them in the storage bag.

Seeing that Ning Fan had no intention of blaming himself for his failure to make arrows, Zhu Gong was relieved and began to plan Ning Fan's innate gourd.

"Master, does your gourd need Xiao's help to warm it up? If necessary, Xiao is willing to use the power of dogs and horses."

"Master, look at this gourd, no matter how you look at it, it's a good embryo for making bows. If you don't give a little warmth, it's a waste of time."

"Master... just give the little one a chance to repay you! Let the little one help you keep this gourd warm!"

The old man Zhugong begged bitterly, just to get Ning Fan's purple gourd and fight for a chance to break the seal.

Just as Ning Fan was about to say something, his eyes suddenly sank, as if he felt something.

There was a flash of rain in his eyes, and his eyes seemed to penetrate directly through the Xuanyin realm, seeing scenes outside the realm.

"If you want a gourd, you can! Ning will give you a chance to perform! Kill all the enemies that come and use this gourd for your use, so what's the harm!"

Ning Fan pointed his index finger to the candle bow, and the candle bow trembled, and immediately changed back to the appearance of a long bow with dragon horns.

Leaving the gourd in the cave, Ning Fan took a long bow and stepped out of the Xuanyin Realm!

Although he was separated from the Xuanyin Realm, he noticed that there were two murderous intentions coming straight from the outside world.

Those two murderous intentions came from two ancient statues!

The three generations of barbarian ancestors, the image of Fan Quzhi!

The fifth generation barbarian ancestor, the image of Fan Xuanding!

"The breath of that female immortal is on this broken continent! Finally, I found her!"

In the void, two ancient giants stepped on the void and headed towards the Broken Continent.

Mo Yuanzi and others, who were controlling the flight of the mainland, were shocked when they saw the two giants approaching with fierce flames.

If they are not mistaken, the two ancient statues that are constantly approaching are very similar to the ancient statues of the Sixth Barbarian ancestors they encountered a few days ago.

(1/1) No more, wash and sleep. (To be continued)

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