Immortal Creation

Ning family.

The meeting hall.

The aura lamp radiates a bright light.

The head of the Ning family, the young head of the clan, and all the elders gathered here.

Several jade slips were rotated in their hands, and what was recorded in the jade slips was the entire process of the Ning family's exam.

The patriarch rubbed the jade slip in his hand and closed his eyes slightly. The scene in the jade slip appeared in his sea of ​​​​consciousness and was constantly replayed.

Different from previous years, this year he focused on the assessment of institutional subjects.

This year, the content of the Ning family's major examination in the Mechanical Arts Department has been changed, and it has become the control of a hanging string puppet.

The young monks instilled mana and transported it through the hanging threads into the puppets.

Through the dual effects of spiritual thoughts and mana, the puppets are given mobility and can perform various actions.

However, even the best-performing young monk could only successfully make the puppet perform walking, somersaulting, and rolling in this exam.

The overall situation is appalling.

The patriarch slowly opened his eyes, withdrew his consciousness from the jade slip, and slowly placed the jade slip on the table at hand.

"In this family test, there are no mechanical masters among the younger generations." The head of the Ning family sighed.

The elders of the academy felt the pressure and quickly spoke up: "Patriarch, elders, what our Ning family is good at is talismans. Among the hundreds of cultivation arts, the art of mechanism is originally a partial subject. Our family has very little foundation in the art of mechanism. The teachers who teach mechanism are all half-experienced, so how can I cultivate the seeds of mechanism?”

The head of the Ning family reassured: "Be safe, I don't mean to blame you. It's just that the Lava Palace is a secret fairy city. In the past, the three masters of the sect buried themselves in the mountain in order to suppress the eruption of Huoshi Mountain. We want to obtain the secrets of the Lava Palace. The best way to inherit immortal treasure and mechanism skills is to start with the mechanism master."

"Our Ning family only discovered Lava Immortal Palace this year. The other two major families and the city lord's side have been there for a long time. They have time to secretly cultivate the seeds of the mechanism, but we can't."

"We are latecomers, it's too late. Only by spending a lot of money to recruit outsiders to serve as guests of our clan can we have the possibility of competing."

The head of the Ning family took out a jade slip: "This contains the Fire Persimmon Immortal City and the famous mechanics around it. Please circulate it."

After all the elders had seen it, the head of the Ning family said: "We have to contact all the mechanics and try our best to win over them. Especially the high-ranking customer! He is the mechanics in Huoyoshi City. He is very powerful and should be the first target to fight for."

The young patriarch said: "The identity of the customer is mysterious and has never appeared in public. The sales of the mechanisms he created are very good, but they are all sold through the black market once a month."

"The black market is controlled by Sun Lingtong. This person is an outer disciple of the Fu Kong Sect. It is difficult for us to really get in touch with the customers."

The head of the Ning family frowned: "Xiaoren, I don't want to hear you talk about difficulties. What I need is to solve this problem."

Ning Xiaoren, the young patriarch, had sweat dripping from his forehead and quickly promised: "Yes, father. I have sent people to find a way to contact him, and there will be results soon!"

The head of the Ning family stroked his beard and said, "Okay. I will wait for the results."

…

After the meeting, the young patriarch of the Ning family immediately summoned his subordinate Ning Cui.

"Ning Zui, you, the purchasing manager of the Ning family, were promoted by me. I asked you to contact the most important customers, but you still made no progress. What are you doing?!" The young patriarch frowned.

Ning Zui is a middle-aged man with a bitter look on his face. If possible, he would not want to get involved in such a task.

"Young Patriarch, my subordinates have failed in your instructions, Young Patriarch, and have failed in their work. They deserve to die."

"But this customer is really difficult to communicate with. I have traded with him many times in the black market. I tried to persuade him to buy Ruyisuo, but he remained unmoved. He would not talk about any topic other than the transaction. "

"The customer is too mysterious. I have tried every means to find out. As a result, I offended the owner of the black market, Sun Lingtong. Not only did he lose his manpower, but he was also framed and lost a large amount of spiritual stones. So far, I still have to advance the money. …”

"That's enough!" the young patriarch interrupted displeasedly, "It's embarrassing enough for you to be tricked by others, and you want to ask someone within the clan to bear the price of your mistakes for you?"

"This time, our clan wants to purchase eighty Shang Xia Ru Yi Suo. You go and do it."

Ning Zui was surprised: "Eighty? So many?!"

The young patriarch said: "You try your best to take advantage of this big business. You have been in contact with the VIP customer many times, but you have never been able to make friends with this person."

"Your performance really makes me doubt your ability, Ning Cheng."

Ning Zui felt the pressure and repeatedly promised that he would do his best.

…

Ning Zui came to the southeast area of ​​Fire Persimmon City.

In Fire Persimmon Fairy City, this area is where dragons and snakes are mixed, theft is rampant, and public security is the worst.

At the same time, this is also where the black market is located.

At one of the entrances to the black market, Ning Ze revealed a token.

A monk with a sinister expression glanced at Ning Zui. After carefully checking the token, he threw it back to Ning Zui and said in a cold voice: "Follow me."

He led Ning Ze into the hut behind him, and then in the hut, he lifted up the floor to reveal a hole.

He led Ning Ze into the entrance of the cave, twisting and turning in the tunnel, and finally came to an underground trading space.

This seems to be a small market.

Ning Zui glanced around and saw the target.

"Master Chui Zuo Ke, we meet again." Ning Zui came to the front of Chui Zuo Ke with a warm smile on his face.

The young man was an old man with a severely hunched back. He leaned on a cane and his whole body was bent like a lobster. His face was vicissitudes, his eye bags were dark purple, and his wrinkles were deep enough to trap mosquitoes. His long black hair spread from the top of his head to his shoulders and hung down to his feet, like a wide black cloak.

The young man stood behind the trolley and just glanced at Ning Ze lightly without saying anything.

The young man always had this attitude. Ning Ze was helpless and his anger was constantly accumulating in his heart.

He was a cultivator of the Ning family, but the young man didn't give him any face!

However, the young patriarch of the Ning family has always wanted to win over the young guest. Ning Ze felt aggrieved, but smiled: "Master Young Guest, I brought a big deal this time."

"A full eighty upper and lower Ruyi ropes!"

"Look, for such a big deal, can your price be more favorable?"

"I am your old customer. If you take good care of your business, there will be more such business in the future. Every time it is 200 Lingshi for a Ruyi rope, and this price has always been the same, which is a bit inhumane."

The young guest nodded slightly, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes: "You are right."

"Then 250 Lingshi for one."

Ning Ze was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Master Young Guest, don't play with me. This is not how you lower the price."

Unexpectedly, the young guest snorted coldly: "Every time you say more nonsense, the price will be raised by 50 Lingshi."

Ning Ze stared, and froze in place for a while.

He was so angry that he really wanted to slap the old man in front of him to the ground. But he suppressed his anger and said in a muffled voice: "Okay, I'll take your price!"

"It's just that our tribe wants to add some other functions to match our tribe's skills. The specific modifications..."

The young guest interrupted forcefully: "There are no modifications. You can buy it or not. If you don't want to buy it, get out."

Ning Ze choked.

After taking a deep breath, he smiled bitterly and nodded, agreeing to the deal.

The young guest did not move, but on the mechanical car in front of him, several mechanical puppets fell from the roof.

These mechanical puppets were all moved by the hanging ribbons, and they looked like real people, laughing.

They rolled, jumped, and even fought and pushed each other, and finally opened the round cover inside the mechanical car.

They drilled into the hole under the round cover one by one, and then dragged out the upper and lower Ruyi ropes like dragging out pythons.

Ning Ze was amazed every time he saw this scene.

The ability to manipulate the hanging wires of this mechanism is so proficient that the puppets seem to be alive.

The young cultivators of the Ning family who are taking the exam this time must have one percent of this ability to manipulate, and their scores in the mechanism subject of the exam will definitely be top-notch!

"Mechanism is the bottom of the hundred arts of cultivation, and it has many weaknesses. The most obvious weakness is the method of manipulation!"

"Take these puppets for example, as long as the hanging wire is cut, they will be paralyzed in an instant."

Ning Ze handed over the spirit stone and left the black market with the upper and lower Ruyi ropes. Only then did he reveal a trace of viciousness and anger.

"Young guest! I always speak to you in a gentle voice, which really gives you face."

"This time, I specially invited the three ghosts of the Huang family for you! I also carefully prepared a 'gift' for you!"

"Since you don't want to drink the toast, then drink the penalty wine."

Ning Ze was forced to take risks.

His plan was very simple: first ask the three ghosts of the Huang family to deal with the young guest, and then come out to save the situation himself to show goodwill. If the young man was seriously injured, it is not ruled out that Ning Ze would force him to surrender.

In short, the first priority is to open up the situation and complete the task on his own.

As for other problems, that is the business of the other members of the Ning family!

After the black market was closed, the young man, who returned with a full load, walked in the dark alley.

Suddenly.

The God-suppressing Talisman!

A talisman was triggered instantly, sealing the surrounding space.

The young man stomped his feet in place, motionless.

"Hehehe..."

The light laughter echoed, and three little ghosts emerged from the left and attacked the young man.

The young man was silent as a stone, until the little ghosts approached him, and then his body shook.

Several mechanical birds were shaken out by him and shot away.

The mechanism - Thunder Bird!

In the darkness, several lightning flashes suddenly lit up, bursting with lightning, but silent.

In an instant, Lei Ji Bird killed three little ghosts in the cave.

"How is it possible?"

"You clearly used the God-suppressing Talisman, so you should not be able to use your spiritual consciousness to control the mechanism!"

"There is something strange. It is clearly a mechanical puppet, but I didn't see him use the hanging thread at all."

"No matter, let's go together!"

The three Huang family ghosts jumped out and attacked at the same time, each showing their own methods to besiege the young guest.

For a moment, more than a dozen ghosts gushed out, and there were evil ghosts everywhere, with their fangs bared and claws, gloomy and cruel.

The young guest stood still like a mountain, and his messy black hair that hung to his feet suddenly condensed together to form long whips.

The black long whip danced like a dragon and a snake, but there was no wind, and in the silence, it was full of terrifying murderous intent.

The mechanism - the young man's death whip!

The whip was extremely fierce, as if it could devour everything, and wherever it went, the soul was gone.

The three Huang family ghosts' eyes were fierce, and they were about to take the challenge.

In the sea of ​​consciousness of the young boy, there is a magic seal, as huge as a treasure mountain, with Buddha and devil as one, suddenly emitting a strange light.

Magic seal - my Buddha's heart and devil seal!

The three ghosts stagnated at the same time, revealing a fatal flaw. Terrified, he hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

Two screams, and the two ghosts died.

The boss's eyes were splitting with anger, and he tried his best to squeeze the foundation Dantian, and launched a desperate counterattack against the guest.

The magic weapon dagger, which held his hope for revenge, was as fast as lightning and hit the middle of the forehead of the old man in an instant.

Ding.

There was a crisp sound of metal clashing.

The boss of the Huang family was stunned for a moment and couldn't believe it.

Puff puff.

The next moment, more than a dozen hanging whips gathered together and pierced him from top to bottom, front to back, left and right.

The boss of the Huang family widened his eyes. His body was pierced by the fishing whip and was hanging in the air. Blood sprayed out from the wound like rain, splashing on the ground and walls, but it was covered by the thick night.

When the nearby monks heard something strange, they came to the alley to check.

"What happened?" the monk wondered.

Not a single body or drop of blood could be found in the alleys.

Ning Zui, who had been waiting for no news for a long time, felt his body and mind grow cold: "Why is there no news yet? It has been so long, it should have been successful."

"The young master is in the foundation building stage, and the three ghosts of the Huang family are also in the foundation building stage. Even in the Fire Persimmon Immortal City, the combat power is suppressed. With three against one, there is no reason why they will fail." He was still comforting himself.

"I gave them the God Suppressing Talisman, and also gave them the spiritual pet Green Knife Mantis, which can cut the hanging threads. With such preparations, the machine master will be severely restrained!"

"hold on."

This kind of waiting is doomed to be fruitless.

The customer is walking in the underground passage.

Three hanging whips were raised behind him, each hanging the corpse of a monk. While walking, a monster-like terrifying figure was cast on the wall of the secret passage.

A red light gradually appeared ahead, and the temperature became scorching hot.

Turning the corner, a large alchemy furnace appeared in front of the guest.

The door of the furnace was opened, and the customer put the three corpses into it with extremely skillful movements.

After closing the furnace door, he went to the storage room nearby.

He put the several kilograms of fire essence he purchased from the black market into the reserve room.

After years of accumulation, the fire spirits in the reserve room have piled up into a small mountain.

"We still need the last ten pounds of fire essence."

The customer came to the teleportation room and activated the teleportation array.

The next moment, he was back in his underground workshop.

The body of the custodian began to change.

The weird black hair that hung all over his head quickly shrank, and his rickety figure gradually stood upright. The light and shadow of the old man's body under the black robe changed, and his original appearance was gradually restored——

This is a silver-gray machine armor.

A faint precious light flows on the surface of the armor. There are talismans and formation patterns all over the body. There was a new scar on the armor's helmet. This is the result of the dying counterattack of the three ghost bosses of the Huang family.

The breastplate, belly armor, and leg armor of the battle armor are symmetrically opened to the left and right sides.

A young man walked out of it.

The young man's complexion is white, his eyes are as clear as water, and his temperament is calm and peaceful.

The name of the battle armor is: Cang Iron Han Armor.

Young man: His surname is Ning and his given name is Zhuo.