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Chapter 104. Chapter 103. God Slaying Flying Knife, Killing Lu Fengxian
Ning An now feels very strange, as if there is an extra voice in his head, the owner of that voice sounds very old, an old monster who has lived for an unknown amount of time.

"After waiting for so many years, it's finally here..."

The old voice was very happy, Ning An was like a delicious meal in his eyes.

After being hungry for so long, I didn't care about other things, and let out a smirk: "Boy, you are unlucky, but don't worry, the old man will definitely control your physical body well in the future."

Normal people would be flustered after being robbed, but Ning An was very calm.

He tried to force the voice out of his body.

But to no avail, this old monster is very strong and seems to have some special means.

Sensing Ning An's struggle, the old monster sneered, "Boy, don't struggle anymore, I have been waiting for almost 1 years for today, and now I finally have a qualified body, how can I let you easily escape from me?" Palm."

After Ning An tried to no avail, he knew that there was no way to squeeze this old guy out through normal means.

However, he has a trick.

"Even if I die, I won't let you get this body."

Ning An sneered, raised his hand, and slapped Tian Ling directly.

With this blow, he went all out and made a deadly move.

The old monster was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ning An to be so decisive, normal people are not so straightforward in killing him.

However, he still smiled grinningly and said, "The old man is watching here, do you think you can succeed? Stop making unnecessary struggles, and accept your fate obediently."

While talking, he was manipulating Ning An's body, trying to gain the right to his body, preventing him from successfully killing himself.

It's a pity that Ning An's body is very special, the main body and the current body are not in the same dimension.

In reality, what he controls is still a mobile phone, even if he controls it through his mind.

The body in the game is just a tool for him.

The old monster quickly discovered this, and he panicked: "How is it possible, you are a little cultivator of alchemy...why can't this old man control your body?"

Ning An smiled slightly: "There are still many problems that you can't figure out."

After finishing speaking, the palm has fallen at the same time.

After three seconds...

The whole world seemed to be quiet.

The voice just now disappeared in my mind, and my body became much lighter, returning to its original state.

That old monster has already been dealt with, but the way of death is a bit suffocating...

The 'God Zhan Flying Knife' suspended in the air also seemed to be reborn at this time, a wisp of black mist was floating out of the knife, and finally faded slowly, leaving no trace.

Zhanshen Feidao, the original owner, has become an ownerless thing because of his complete death.

Ning An stretched out his hand, and the flying knife was like a newborn baby, full of curiosity about foreign objects, and flew towards his palm in a daze.

The flying knife started, turned into water droplets, and directly melted into the surface of Ning An's skin!

In an instant, Ning An felt that there was an extra throwing knife in his consciousness.

Feidao likes it here very much, staying there without moving, it is very quiet.

Ning An communicated with it through consciousness, and found that this thing is very obedient, and it unconditionally executes his orders.

After the communication, Ning An smiled with satisfaction.

The trip was rewarding, killing a demon who wanted to take him away, and also got the Zhanshen Flying Knife, as well as an unnamed military book.

These are very big gains.

After getting everything you want, there is nothing worth commemorating in this underground palace.

Ning An looked around, and after making sure that there was nothing missing, he started to return the same way.

When they got to the exit, they saw that there were very few immortal cultivators still trying to enter the underground palace.

Because the death rate is too high, most of the cultivators have given up.

They withdrew from the secret passage of the agency, and the rest were all on the top before, and now they are in a dilemma, with despair on their faces.

On the other side, Lu Fengxian and Hong Qinhu have teamed up, and many of those immortal cultivators who came to find fault died in their hands.

However, the two also paid a heavy price. This time, the soldiers who followed them to the battlefield of the heavens were almost dead, and only a few people were left lying weakly on the ground, pressing their wounds.

There were wounds all over Lu Fengxian's body, and the blood kept overflowing, but his strong physical strength was also constantly being repaired.

It's just that there are too many enemies, and every time the old wounds are not healed, new wounds are added, and the wounds are getting bigger and bigger.

He stood holding a halberd, half kneeling on the sand, panting heavily.

This state will undoubtedly tell the people next to him that this tiger has been injured.

Hong Qinhu on one side was in the same condition as him, or even worse. The latter was sitting on the ground, his legs seemed to have been seriously injured, and he could no longer move.

However, he still brandished the red-tasseled spear, cursed and roared angrily, not letting those cultivators get close.

Ning An watched silently from a distance.

Today's fruits were actually planted by Lu Fengxian and Hong Qinhu themselves.

If they hadn't made too many enemies on the battlefield of the heavens, after the news came out from the Tianji Pavilion, there wouldn't be so many enemies chasing after them.

As for myself, I just don't like Lu Fengxian's servants of the three surnames jumping around... grabbing my own work...

"Go ahead if you are not afraid of death!"

A roar sounded.

Ning An looked again.

I saw Lu Fengxian standing up tremblingly, his whole body was supported by Fang Tianji to support the ground.

It can be seen that Lu Fengxian is already at the end of his battle.

But this injured tiger is also the most terrifying. Those immortal cultivators who were red-eyed lost all their momentum just now, and all stood not far away, observing this side with a little fear in their eyes.

Ning An just felt embarrassed.

This is the battlefield of the heavens, no one is truly invincible, and it is normal for ants to die.

As strong as Lu Fengxian, he could only cry out in despair and helplessness at this time.

Therefore, if you want to survive in the battlefield of the heavens, you must either minimize your own sense of existence and make a fortune in silence; Immortals can't avoid it.

Ning An naturally yearned for the latter.

But before this goal is achieved, it does not prevent him from giving Lu Bu a backstab at this time...

Ever since Lu Bu shot him dead with an arrow, this beam has already been formed.

Ning An has always been a gentleman, he never protects overnight feuds, and any conflicts and conflicts are resolved on the spot.

At this time, his mind communicated with the God Zhan Flying Knife in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When no one was paying attention, the Zhanshen Flying Knife turned into a stream of nothingness and shot directly into Lu Bu's body.

Zhanshen Feidao, what it attacks is not the opponent's physical body, but the three souls and seven souls.

At this time, Lu Fengxian's full attention was on these immortal cultivators around him, and his body was trembling all the time, holding on.

He had no intention of guarding against such a miraculous magic weapon as the God Zhanshen Flying Knife, and he was seriously injured, so he fell for it in no time.

"what!"

Lu Bu suddenly covered his head with one hand, with a hideous and painful expression on his face.

He looked at the Sea of ​​Consciousness suspiciously.

He found a streak of light radiating left and right in his body.

He didn't know what this thing was, but he could feel the threat that this little thing brought him.

He hastened to force this thing out.

However, his fatigue just now was seen by the immortal cultivator on the side.

The immortal cultivators who were a little apprehensive before rushed forward again.

They besieged and killed Lu Fengxian, taking revenge on the one hand, but on the other hand, they were greedy for the magic weapon on the opponent.

Which of Fang Tianji, Zijinguan, and Chituma is not a treasure, and which one does not attract people's attention.

Everyone hoped that Lu Feng would die first.

Lu Fengxian, who had just spared a bit of consciousness to deal with the flying knife in his mind, found out that the cultivators surrounded him again, and he reluctantly gave up on following the flying knife.

Now, he had to break out of the siege and get rid of these immortal cultivators, otherwise, even if he got rid of the flying knives in his mind, his body would not be able to withstand so many sieges.

He glanced at Hong Qinhu next to him, this old opponent was on the verge of dying, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

"Since it's useless, why not contribute to me."

Lu Fengxian was talking to himself, while dragging his body, he walked slowly towards Hong Qinhu.

Lying on the ground, Hong Qinhu only had a little consciousness. When he saw Lu Fengxian walking towards him, he seemed to know what the latter wanted to do.

He struggled to get up, but found that he had no strength to move.

His body is covered with body restraint formations laid by immortal cultivators. It would be no problem to break through these restraints in his heyday, but now, it is impossible at all.

"rest in peace."

Lu Fengxian let out a low growl, and the Fang Tianji in his hand directly slashed across Hong Qinhu's neck.

Hong Qinhu's head rolled to the side with a dead face.

And on his body, a wisp of white gas directly emerged from Lu Fengxian.

Ning An watched all this silently from a distance.

When he saw the white gas from Hong Qinhu rushing towards Lu Fengxian again, he remembered what Dugu Yuyun said to himself, this is the luck of the heavens.

In the battlefield of the heavens, everyone is competing for this thing. The more luck you have, the more people you can carry next time.

As for how to get luck, the quickest way is naturally like Lu Fengxian, kill!

Kill the lucky ones!Steal his luck.

Looking at Lu Fengxian's actions, Ning An understood more deeply what Dugu Yuyun said. In the battlefield of the heavens, there are indeed egoists, because if they want to become stronger and live better, they can only be like Lu Fengxian. In this way, the method of snowballing kills opponents one by one and strengthens oneself.

Ning An has a strong ability to adapt. Ever since Lu Fengxian killed Hong Qinhu, he has followed suit.

He also wanted to kill each other with his own hands.

But one-on-one is definitely not enough, so he can only rely on Zhanshen Flying Knife.

Now that there are so many immortal cultivators besieging Lu Fengxian, and his God Slaying Flying Saber is also within Lu Fengxian's knowledge, he can wait for these people to exhaust Lu Fengxian before finding a chance to attack.

Now, he just needs to dormant quietly.

Without the harassment of the God-killing Flying Knife, Lu Fengxian was much more relaxed when he swung the Fang Tianji and slashed the immortal cultivators around him.

Every time he was about to fall down, there seemed to be a force in his body, which turned into tenacious fighting spirit, and killed the enemies next to him one by one.

"This Lu Fengxian really lives up to his reputation. The Demon God's Body is really powerful. It took so long and he still hasn't exhausted him..."

"The body of the demon god is famously durable. If this continues, we're afraid we'll all be broken here."

Some immortal cultivators saw Lu Fengxian's firm appearance, and there was a trace of retreat in his tone.

Although the treasure is good and the luck is good, but the premise is that you have to get it. According to Lu Fengxian's current state, if they consume it, if they can't get the treasure in the end, they may have to pay for it.

These people wanted to quit, and Lu Fengxian also hoped that they would quit. He is now supported by a trace of desire and will to survive.

And Ning An in the distance naturally didn't want them to retreat.

After seeing these people start to quit, he immediately gave them a glimmer of hope.

Under his control, the Zhanshen Flying Knife immediately moved, slashing at Lu Fengxian's soul!
"hateful!"

Lu Fengxian immediately hugged his head in pain, and his body trembled even more.

"Lv Fengxian seems to be dying soon!"

Some immortal cultivators shouted excitedly when they saw it.

Lu Fengxian hugged his head, beads of sweat kept dripping on his forehead, dripping onto the sand.

He has already noticed that someone is plotting against him secretly, and this person in the dark wants to continue to consume himself and these immortal cultivators.

"My dignified Lu Fengxian will be plotted one day..."

Lu Fengxian gritted his teeth and growled, he no longer had the strength to roar loudly.

The immortal cultivators who besieged him in the distance couldn't hear what he said clearly.

Those people manipulated their magic weapon again and threw it at him.

Under the control of spiritual energy, these instruments emit different colors of light, sealing all Lu Fengxian's escape routes with huge destructive power.

Lu Fengxian resisted desperately, and there were several more wounds on his body again.

And the number of remaining cultivators besieged is also decreasing.

Immortal cultivators fell one by one, accompanied by their magical artifacts. After feeling the master's fall, these magical artifacts also lost their luster and fell to the ground one after another.

"Bastard, this Lu Fengxian, why hasn't he fallen down..."

An old man with a white beard shouted furiously.

He trembled and began to back away.

The strength of the opponent made him start to feel a little scared.

This time, even if Ning An manipulated the Zhanshen Flying Knife and made Lu Bu tired, those people were unwilling to join him.

Some people took the lead in fleeing, and more and more people followed behind.

Seeing these immortal cultivators fleeing here one after another, Lu Fengxian also heaved a sigh of relief.

He collapsed to the ground.

He wanted to rest for a while, only for a while, he didn't dare to stay here any longer, didn't dare to rest more.

Because, after those people leave, there will definitely be new people coming later, and no one will miss this good opportunity.

If it were him, he wouldn't miss it...

Lu Feng first wanted to rest, but Ning An refused to give him this chance.

Once again, he manipulated the Zhanshen Flying Knife to scurry in the latter's body.

Lu Fengxian once again showed a painful expression.

He knew that the person who secretly attacked him must have limited strength, otherwise he would have stepped out and killed him long ago. After all, the current him is extremely weak.

But the opponent is weaker than himself, so he can only play some small tricks.

If he hadn't been besieged by too many people just now and was distracted, he fell for the way of this thing and let it rush into his body, otherwise, how could he be as embarrassed as he is now.

"He Fangxiao is young, how dare you show up!"

Lu Fengxian hugged his head and roared angrily. Now he doesn't even have the strength to shout loudly.

Ning An was very calm, as if he didn't hear Lu Fengxian's words, he just silently manipulated the Zhanshen Flying Knife, swimming in Lu Fengxian's body.

Now it's the first time to control Zhanshen Flying Knife, he is still not familiar with many moves, and he is doing experiments with Lu Fengxian's body.

Soon, Lu Fengxian was tortured beyond recognition. He opened his arms and completely collapsed on the ground.

Fang Tianji, who had never left his hand, was also thrown aside by him.

He looked helpless and hopeless.

Talking to himself: "Thinking of me, Lu Fengxian, who was famous all my life, I have been on the battlefield for countless years and killed countless enemies, but now I have ended up like this. I don't even know who the villain who plotted against me is. ah!"

"Hehe, General Lu, we meet again."

Just when Lu Fengxian was in despair, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ear.

He turned his head with difficulty, and when he saw Ning An, he immediately understood.

No wonder, it turned out to be him...

It's really a causal cycle.

Lu Fengxian gritted his teeth and understood everything.

This Ning'an is not simple, at least not as simple as it appears on the surface.

Ning An is a kind person. Since Lu Bu wanted to see him so much, it was right to satisfy the wish of a dying person, so he stepped out.

Anyway, sooner or later, he would come out and strip off Lu Fengxian's equipment, it doesn't matter if he goes out early or late.

"Ning An... who are you..."

Lu Fengxian asked unwillingly, he had no strength left in his body.

Ning An shook his head, and continued to manipulate the Zhanshen Flying Knife to act recklessly in Lu Fengxian's body.

He said in his mouth, "People like you."

Lu Fengxian's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said: "It turns out that your Excellency also has the heart to sweep the battlefield and sweep the heavens. We can cooperate, we can join forces, and let our reputation resound in the Three Realms!"

Ning An chuckled, "Sorry, I don't want to be stabbed in the back."

The villain always dies because of talking too much, Ning An kept this famous saying in mind, so, not giving the other party a chance to speak, the Zhanshen Flying Knife aimed at Lu Fengxian's lifeline, and cut off his three souls directly. seven spirits.

Zhanshen Flying Knife is the nemesis of these souls, once it goes down, Lu Fengxian will have no life.

At the same time, a wisp of white gas floated from the corpse and was absorbed by Ning An.

After killing Lu Fengxian, Ning An quickly squatted down and took off the other party's equipment.

Purple Gold Crown, Fang Tianji, Red Rabbit Horse...

Except that the red rabbit horse was too conspicuous and there was still some time before the Battle of the Heavens was closed, so Ning An had to give up on this, and he did not let go of the others, including those monks who besieged and killed Lu Fengxian before, Ning An did not let go of the magical weapons on their bodies even if they were damaged.

Just like that, he quickly left the underground palace with the purple gold crown, Fang Tianji and a backpack of broken magic weapons.

In the underground palace, there were only a few scattered immortal cultivators. They had just escaped from the underground palace, but they didn't know about Lu Fengxian's situation.

Little did they know that Ning An had slipped away quietly under their noses.

Both the Zijinguan and Fang Tianji were put into the backpack by Ning An. His appearance now is the same as before, he is still an ordinary cultivator in the alchemy stage.

Everything that happened in the underground palace was nothing compared to the huge battlefield of the heavens.

In the battlefield of the heavens, in other places, there are also powerful instruments like Zhanshen Feidao being fought for, and there are also strong men like Lu Fengxian who fell today.

There are also people like Ning An, who use the weak to defeat the strong, use the small to gain the big, and finally hide their achievements and fame and retreat.

Lu Feng first fell to the underground palace, Fang Tianji and Zijinguan disappeared.

The news quickly spread around the underground palace.

However, there are a lot of similar news, and it is just a momentary talk.

Ning An spent three days peacefully.

During these three days, he tried to avoid crowded places, and then found a good place to meditate and practice.

He was unremarkable, and he didn't seem to have much luck. Generally, stronger monks would just glance at him when they saw him, and didn't bother to make a move.

Ning An originally thought that these powerful immortal cultivators had their own pride and would not casually attack those with low cultivation bases, but later found out through some people's exchanges.

It's not that they are lazy, but that they are raising pigs...

That's right, according to the circle, someone with a cultivation level as low as Ning An's is a meat pig.

These meat pigs are low in cultivation now, but it doesn't mean they will be low in the future. The lack of luck now doesn't mean they will have less luck in the future. It will take some time to grow.

Therefore, these high-strength cultivators generally don't go to trouble with these low-level pigs, because they want to raise pigs, and they have to fatten them up before killing them.

When Ning An heard such remarks for the first time, he couldn't help feeling chills in his heart.

In this battlefield of the heavens, people's hearts are really sinister, there is no good person, all are egoists.

Even if there are good people, after a long time, they will be forced to become evil people.

Perhaps in their original world, they could still abide by some moral concepts, but here, there is only one choice, kill!

Although the world of the battlefield of the heavens is very dangerous, Ning An has to admit that here, his cultivation speed is very fast.

The spiritual energy value has risen to more than 1 points, and he feels that if he stays a little longer, he will be able to break through again.

It's a pity that in his current position, there are still too few immortal cultivators, and it is impossible to provide him with more aura to plunder.

Now he has found out his position.

There are nine floors in the battlefield of the heavens, and he is now on the third floor.

From one to nine, from weak to strong.

The resources on the first floor are the poorest, suitable for some low-level cultivators, and the further you go in, the more advanced they will be.

Generally, those who arrive at the battlefield through the tokens of the heavens will be prioritized according to your strength and cultivation base. Of course, this is not 100% accurate, and there will be a small number of reasons for assigning you to other positions.

For example, your actual strength is only worthy of staying on the first floor, but there is a chance that you will be assigned to the ninth floor.

In this regard, it is undoubtedly greatly reducing your survival rate.

Because the powerful people on the ninth floor may be unhappy, and they can kill you with a sneeze.

Although the ninth layer is the strongest and has the most resources, it does not mean that the weakest first layer has no opportunities.

The chances are the same, but there are fewer at the outermost edge.

Just like this time, the Zhanshen Flying Knife that appeared on the third floor, even if it was placed on the ninth floor, it would still be the existence of countless powerful contenders.

I heard that the Tianji Pavilion has sold the news about the God-Slaying Flying Knife on the third floor, and many experts from the ninth floor are rushing to the third floor.

However, even if they worked hard and successfully entered the underground palace, all they would see was the empty underground palace and the pile of bones.

Those powerful people who went to the underground palace are destined to return disappointed, and Ning An has no interest in paying attention to the follow-up.

Now, he continues to practice daily.

He didn't want to miss these opportunities. The leeks in Ningguo hadn't grown up yet, and this was a treasure land.

Before the gates of the heavens are closed and he returns to Ningguo, he must cherish it.

In this way, Ning An practiced silently, and another three days passed.

Name: Ning An

Cultivation: Dandan stage
Aura value: 16206/100000
Surrounded by a group of excellent immortal cultivators, the speed of spiritual energy plundering is still fast.

Ning An estimated the time, and it should be possible to break through to the Nascent Soul stage before the gates of the heavens are closed.

But this idea of ​​clinging to cultivation was soon broken.

Because, when cultivators passed by one after another recently, they would always talk about Zixiao Immortal Palace.

Ning An didn't pay attention to it at first, but as more and more immortal cultivators rushed to the first barren land from top to bottom, he realized the importance of the matter.

So he patiently inquired about it.

Zixiao Immortal Palace is an ancient sect, which was later buried in the barrenness for unknown reasons and went to perish.

Today, the ruins of the Asgard Palace are in the world, and there are countless treasures, and the place where they appear is actually the barren land on the first floor.

This is the fairness of the battlefield of the heavens. Anywhere, even the most inconspicuous place, it may give birth to a treasure land of immortality that you can't imagine.

Zixiao Immortal Palace is like this.

From the conversations of other people, Ning An learned that this Zixiao Immortal Palace used to be a brilliant sect of cultivating immortals, but later it was destroyed for some unknown reason.

But now that the ruins are in the world, and countless treasures have emerged in them, no matter whether it is the foundation cultivator or the powerful immortal cultivator on the ninth floor, they all flock to them and rush towards the first floor without stopping.

Hearing this, Ning An lost the intention of continuing to practice. He also got up and rushed towards the first floor.

Fortunately, he is currently on the third floor, very close to the first floor, so it doesn't take much time.

If you go there, there are too many great abilities, and it doesn't matter if you can't enter. He is on the periphery and continues to practice. After all, there are countless great abilities and countless leeks, so the cultivation must be faster than now.

It took Ning An a long time to walk all the way through the sky, and when the spiritual energy was low, he directly stuffed a elixir into his mouth, and finally reached the first floor.

This floor is also the place where Dugu Yuyun came before. Here, as long as the cultivation base reaches the Nascent Soul stage, if there is no great ability to come, then basically you can live a more nourishing life.

But today, the first floor, where few great talents would come here on weekdays, was very lively.

Ning An found a place with few people and silently observed the scene.

At this time, the central point of the Zixiao Immortal Palace ruins has been divided up by many great powers. Behind these great powers, there are countless disciples, densely packed. Back then, Lu Fengxian's hundreds of cavalry were not enough for others.

Ning An also didn't bother to find out what these great powers were called and what their backgrounds were, because there would definitely be a place for him in the future.

Now, Zixiao Immortal Palace has not been fully opened, and the disciples under the Almighty have already presided over one side, clearing out the venue under their control.

Like other immortal cultivators, Ning An could only stay on the periphery obediently.

However, he didn't waste time, he leaned forward as much as possible, closer to the center, and then sat down to practice at the same time.

Lines of prompts crazily swiping the screen...

【Congratulations!You successfully plundered 531 aura points! 】

【Congratulations!You successfully plundered 246 aura points! 】

【Congratulations!You successfully plundered 101 aura points! 】

【Congratulations!You successfully plundered 389 aura points! 】

The growth of the aura value varies from high to low, indicating that there are not only powerful and advanced immortal cultivators, but also low-cultivated monks.

But in any case, Ning An has never experienced this kind of growth.

His spiritual energy value broke through [-] in an instant.

At this moment, he only hoped that the time for the complete opening of the ruins of the fairy palace could be delayed by a few days.

No one knows when the ruins of the Asgard Palace will be fully opened, and those divination alchemists will not be effective at this time.

Everyone, whether they are powerful or low-level monks, can only wait obediently.

The waiting time was long, and more and more people joined in later.

Ning An was able to practice quietly at first, but as newcomers continued to join him, it was difficult for him to be alone.

In the past few days, there were no less than seven or eight people who deliberately provoked him for nothing. Fortunately, their cultivation bases were not high, not to the extent that they could be crushed, and they were basically in the Nascent Soul stage.

He is currently in the alchemy stage, but he possesses the Invincible Kung Fu and the mighty Tianlong, even in the face of the Nascent Soul monster, he has the power to fight.

He didn't go anywhere, he just enclosed a piece of land by himself and stayed in it. After repelling several Nascent Soul monsters, the number of people who provoked him was much less.

The ones with higher cultivation levels squeezed in further, and didn't care about him. Those with equal cultivation bases could not beat him. Therefore, the three-thirds of an acre of land regained its tranquility.

Ning An began to practice hard again. He enjoyed the current environment very much, although there were not many people around him who could practice with peace of mind.

After all, no one can frantically plunder the aura points of other cultivators like him.

Just like that, another six days passed...

On this day, Ning An finally stopped practicing.

Because, he broke through.

Name: Ning An

Cultivation: Nascent Soul Stage
Aura value: 786/1000000
After six days of hard work, he successfully advanced to Nascent Soul boss.

Even including the previous time, from the formation of the alchemy to the Nascent Soul, it was only a dozen days in total.

This speed, compared with those so-called arrogances in the world of cultivating immortals, seems extremely ridiculous.

However, he has advanced, but Zixiao Immortal Palace has not yet opened.

The mighty ones were very patient, they stayed inside the whole time, sitting cross-legged, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

Ning An couldn't see them either, the front was blocked by figures, and everything that happened was passed on from mouth to mouth.

But he also heard some familiar names.

For example, Buddha Lord Tathagata, Jade Emperor of Heaven, Patriarch Bodhi and so on.

The battlefield of the heavens is very big, and these powerful people who are difficult to gather together on weekdays gathered together in an instant because of the news of the appearance of Zixiao Immortal Palace.

Everyone is looking forward to the opening time of Asgard Ruins.

Unfortunately, after waiting for so long, there is still no movement, and the battlefield of the heavens will also be closed.

"It's a pity, time is running out, it seems that we can only wait until the next time we enter..."

"It's only three years, it will be soon."

"Three years later, I will definitely make a breakthrough, and maybe I can still get a share of the fairy palace ruins by then."

Conversations sounded out one after another.

Some people are happy and some are sad. Those who are happy are naturally people like Ning An, because three years is an opportunity for them, which means that they can continue to grow, instead of just staying on the periphery like they are now.

The ones who are worried are naturally those immortal cultivators at the level below the Almighty. Every day that drags on, it means that their competitors will have more competitors.

Ning An behaved very quietly in the crowd.

He glanced at the token of the heavens in his hand, and a halo vortex had already appeared on it.

That's when the door to go back is about to open.

These gates correspond to their respective worlds, and no other immortal cultivator can break into another immortal cultivator's gate.

After waiting for another half an hour, there was finally a sound from the Immortal Palace.

There was a loud bang, and then with Da Neng as the center, the earth's crust began to shake, as if some huge monster was rising.

The sand covering it also began to slide in all directions.

Ning An had vaguely seen the sharp corner of an eaves.

Unfortunately, the finer details are no longer visible.

Because the door to go back has been opened.

A strong suction came, and the surroundings were shrouded in smoothness. A kind of supreme rule restrained everyone, forcing them back to their respective worlds.

Only the remains of the Zixiao Immortal Palace that rose up by itself and slowly unfolded alone!

……

Daning.

Ning An appeared in the palace.

When the eunuch outside heard the movement, he immediately walked in with hot tea.

Ning An didn't drink tea, but looked at the series of reminders he had just received.

[You have gained a lot in the battlefield of the heavens, and the national fortune has increased by 1000 points! 】

[The new National Games facility Tiangong Pavilion is unlocked! 】

[Tiangong Pavilion: Artisan research and forging speed increased by 20%! 】

The national fortune has increased by a thousand points, which is ten times higher than the one hundred points obtained by unifying China before.

And also unlocked a new facility, Tiangong Pavilion!

Ning An has researched that when the National Games reaches a certain node, some facilities will be unlocked.

And these facilities are very useful, whether it is the Linglong Pagoda that increases the cultivation speed of the people, or the Tiangong Pavilion this time, there is not a single waste product.

Tiangong Pavilion descended in the palace and appeared in the Ministry of Industry.

The Tiangong Pavilion that appeared out of thin air naturally shocked many people, but with the appearance of Ning An, he calmly asked the people below not to panic.

Immediately, there were rumors that this was created by the emperor of today using his supreme means to create things out of thin air...

The appearance of Tiangong Pavilion was very timely, because Ning An had the dragon bone bow blueprint exchanged from Tianji Pavilion in his hand.

Walking into the Tiangong Pavilion, many craftsmen are onlookers, looking at everything inside curiously.

Seeing Ning An coming in, the craftsman in charge led the craftsmen below to pay homage: "Greetings to the Emperor of Heaven!"

Ning An smiled: "How do you feel?"

The leading craftsman said with a happy face: "Qi Tiandi, this Tiangong Pavilion is really amazing, I have never seen the objects in it, but I just took a look, but I seem to have an epiphany, it seems that I will instinctively Use these things..."

"Besides, in the Tiangong Pavilion, I feel refreshed and clear-headed. Many problems in forging in the past seem to be understood now..."

Speaking of Tiangong Pavilion, the craftsmen inside are very excited, you talk about the beauty of each word.

Ning An is also very satisfied. This Tiangong Pavilion, like Linglong Pagoda, can be upgraded. The current Tiangong Pavilion has such power only by increasing its efficiency by [-]%. If it is upgraded in the future, the effect Definitely more significant.

Not talking nonsense, Ning An directly took out the keel bow blueprint that was exchanged from Tianji Pavilion last time from his arms and handed it over: "Can this thing be made?"

The leading tool was finished carefully, opened it carefully and looked at it, and soon fell in love.

It took a long time to wake up, and looked at Ning An with amazement: "Dare to ask the Emperor of Heaven, who invented this keel bow? You are really a god!"

Ning An smiled: "Then can you make it?"

The lead craftsman immediately said, "It's definitely possible! But I have never heard of the dragon bone and dragon tendon mentioned above. I don't know where to find these two materials?"

Ning An shook his head: "These materials are more precious, I will find a way in the future, can you find substitutes now?"

The craftsman nodded: "Of course there are substitutes, but I'm afraid it's not as powerful as the keel and tendons..."

Ning An had expected it a long time ago, and nodded: "It doesn't matter, you guys get it out first, and try to make it popular among lieutenants as soon as possible. There will definitely be materials such as keel bones and tendons in the future."

After making a promise to the craftsmen of Tiangong Pavilion, Ning An returned to the palace.

He took out Fang Tianji and Purple Gold Crown to watch.

These two things are not ordinary things, they are magic weapons, and they can feel a little cold in the palm of your hand.

Today, they are ownerless.

After sizing it up for a while, Ning An put it away, and a courtier outside asked to be summoned.

after the promise.

An old official with a white beard came in and said, "I would like to report to the Emperor of Heaven, this is the list of people who have successfully established the foundation of our Daning Kingdom. Please have a look at it."

Ning An remembered that this old minister was the one he had scolded last time. At that time, he asked him to show the list of statistical data, but the other party didn't know anything about it.

Now it seems that his memory has improved.

Ning An found a thick roster, and looked through it.

Daning Kingdom has a total population of 1000 million. At this time, 600 million people have successfully established the foundation.

These are the goals that have been achieved with the help of a lot of panacea.

For the rest, because the amount of medicinal materials is not enough, it is temporarily slowed down.

However, Jinshan Temple and Shushan Sword Sect have begun to send people to make alchemy and plant medicine with all their strength.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

600 million people have successfully built the foundation, which is still a little short of the foundation of the whole people, but it is already very good.

Ning An nodded in satisfaction, and believed that the foundation building of the whole people would be realized in a while.

As long as the foundation building of the whole people is successful, even if the cultivation level is not high, the advantages in numbers, combined together, can still provide considerable spiritual energy.

The old official continued to report: "I would like to report to the Emperor of Heaven, in the past ten days, Jinshan Temple and Shushan Sword Sect have been recruiting disciples in various places, and each of them has recruited tens of thousands of disciples..."

He didn't say much later, but his expression was clearly worried.

Ning An knew what he was worried about, but he had the bottom line in his heart, and comforted him: "There is no need to doubt people, and no doubt about employing people. I am sure in my heart, don't worry."

As he said that, Ning An changed his style of painting: "Is there something strange on the border recently?"

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PS: I have updated [-] characters in two days. I think I should be working hard. It is not too much to ask for votes and rewards...

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