The Empress Peeked At The Script Of Life And Invested In Me As A Villain

"Oh, Xuanhuo Eight Trigrams Furnace, right? I want it."

The top-rank Magical Item is already good, and I don't expect the Magic Treasures from Baibao Pavilion.

What's more, the Spirit Stones that I own can't afford Magic Treasures like Human Cauldron.

"There are also four bottles of Rongling Pill, three bottles of Chiyang Qi Gathering Pill, and five bottles of Peiyuan Pill."

"Junior Brother's Spirit Stones, but I don't have any left."

Like a goblin, Lian Neon winked at Ning Jiuyou, then waved out a dozen bottles of Medicine Pill.

Ning Jiuyou sacrificed the jasper tidal snails, and put away a dozen bottles of Medicine Pill and Xuanhuo Eight Trigrams stove.

"Junior Brother, I will definitely give you the most reasonable price if I have business coming here often!"

Seeing that Ning Jiuyou got up and was about to leave, Lian Nihong said while seeing Ning Jiuyou off.

"A Spirit Stones in my pocket is gone, let's talk about it when I have Spirit Stones."

Ning Jiuyou chuckled, raised his golden lightsaber, fled directly into the sky, and flew back to the misty Sect Leader peak.

Lian Nihong looked at Ning Jiuyou's back, her enchanting beautiful eyes became cold and deep.

"It is estimated that within ten years, there will be another strong enemy in the top ten of the dragon and phoenix list."

"I hope at that time, he won't squeeze me out."

Lian Nihong murmured, and turned back to Baibao Pavilion.

If Ning Jiuyou knew about it, he would definitely sneer.

He didn't put To put in one's eyes at all.

True disciples are not Ning Jiuyou's target either.

According to Ning Jiuyou's estimation, if the cultivation resources are sufficient, even if the breakthrough reaches the supernatural power level, it will not take ten days and half a month.

After returning to the main peak of Misty Sect, Ning Jiuyou dived into Bi Luoer's Immortal Cave again, took out the Xuanhuo Eight Trigrams furnace, and began to sacrifice.

It doesn't take a moment.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace, which was originally only the size of a fist, skyrocketed with the infusion of True Qi, and finally turned into a Human Cauldron as tall as three people, standing in the middle of the Immortal Cave.

In the belly of the furnace, a fiery real fire was ignited.

"Refine a Flying Sword for Bi Luo'er."

Ning Jiuyou recalled the true solution of Xuanbing Nine Refinements in his mind, and then put hundreds of catties of thousand-year-old cold iron into the Xuanhuo Eight Trigrams furnace to start refining.

One spell after another was cast, the furnace burned more and more vigorously, the temperature of the Immortal Cave rose rapidly, and the thousand-year-old cold iron was also rapidly melting to eliminate Impurities.

After the Millennium Cold Iron was condensed to the size of a watermelon, Ning Jiuyou invested in Star Black Iron.

Although it is the first time forging, Ning Jiuyou made it casually, like a born master of forging.

This is thanks to the Talent blessing of the Emperor's bloodline.

Three days later.

Immortal Cave's heavy door opened suddenly, and a wave of fiery white air rolled out.

In the air waves, a young figure could be vaguely seen, soaring into the sky and flying towards the purple bamboo forest.

That person is Ning Jiuyou!

Unexpectedly, in three days, not only did he refine the Flying Sword for Bi Luoer, but he also broke through to the fifth stage of the supernatural power realm—the soaring cloud stage!

Now, Ning Jiuyou True Qi is like the sea, majestic and majestic, gushing out from the soles of his feet, like clouds and mist holding him up, allowing him to fly without needing a Flying Sword at all.

However, flying through the clouds is still not as fast as Flying Sword.

Purple Bamboo Forest.

Ning Jiuyou landed outside the bamboo house without a sound, and found that Bi Luo'er was still in the Closed Door Training.

"It seems that imitating Dao Mark is not a simple matter."

"However, seeing that she vaguely has a supernatural seed in her heart, it is estimated that it will be the day of Foundation Establishment Realm Eighth Stage as soon as she exits."

Ning Jiuyou's youngest son, Dao heart, can tell Bi Luo'er's real situation at a glance.

When she leaves the customs, she will soar into the sky, become a blockbuster, and easily rank among the top 100 in the dragon and phoenix list!

"I don't know what magical seed she planted, could it be my wild prisoner?"

"Well... probably not."

Ning Jiuyou, the hand of the Great Desolation Prisoner, only passed on her first finger.

Naturally, Bi Luo'er would not foolishly plant the incomplete supernatural powers as the seeds of supernatural powers.

Although burying the seeds of supernatural powers is not as important as Foundation Establishment, the stronger the supernatural powers, the better, and the more complete the better.

Seeing that Bi Luo'er was still in the Closed Door Training, Ning Jiuyou didn't want to disturb her, and Yu Jian flew away.

Qingyun City.

The Little Prince's Mansion.

At this time, Yan Jiuxiao was struck by lightning, and his head was battered. He was far from the high-spirited spring breeze three days ago when he stepped into the imperial city.

"how is this possible!"

"Why is this happening!!"

Yan Jiuxiao angrily swept the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and pen holder on the table to the ground.

"Damn it, hate it, God, are you targeting me, Yan Jiuxiao?"

Yan Jiuxiao lifted the desk case, overturned it to the ground, and smashed all the vases in the study to the ground, smashing them to pieces.

The two maids shrank in fright and stood in front of a painting pillar, trembling.

It turned out that a few princes got together today and wanted to find out the reality of both parties.

Yan Jiuxiao was naturally among them.

Originally, he was full of confidence, and he had the chance to win. He was ready to overwhelm the limelight of several imperial brothers in one fell swoop at the grand event, and create momentum for himself to ascend the throne.

But in the end, when Yan Jiuxiao heard the bad news from Misty Sect, Ye Han died!

Originally, Yan Jiuxiao thought that the Outer Sect disciple from Yan Kingdom might have made a mistake, but after several inquiries, he finally confirmed the news.

Ye Han is indeed dead! !

The sudden death did not cause any splashes in Misty Sect.

When Ye Han dies, he dies.

But Yan Jiuxiao's backer is gone!

In addition, the Heavenly and Mortal Treasures and a large number of Spirit Stones that Yan Jiuxiao dropped to win over Ye Han were also in vain.

How could Yan Jiuxiao not be angry after losing his wife and losing his army? How can you not be angry!

"A good inner disciple of the Misty Sect, and he is also a hero on the dragon and phoenix list. How can he die when he dies?"

Yan Jiuxiao stared angrily, the eyeballs were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth.

If it wasn't for him being able to control himself, he might have strangled the two trembling maidservants to death with both hands.

"Why is the little prince so angry?"

"Just a Ye Han, if you die, you will die. I will guarantee you the throne of King Yan."

At this time, a deep and ethereal voice echoed in the study.

"Who!?"

"Come out!"

When Yan Jiuxiao heard the words, he shouted in surprise and anger.

"Come out? Am I right behind you?"

The teasing voice sounded again.

Yan Jiuxiao turned her head abruptly, and saw a sunny and handsome young man sitting on a chair, eating a cake specially provided by the royal family in his hand.

"Bold! Who are you, dare to break into the palace and take the position of the king?!"

Yan Jiuxiao roared angrily.

"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die!"

Ning Jiuyou's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Yan Jiuxiao again, a chilling killing intent rushed towards his face.

In Yan Jiuxiao's eyes, the scene of Shura with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood emerged, and he couldn't help being frightened.

"What prince? In my eyes, if you are happy, you will be crowned king, but if you are unhappy, you will be a cold corpse in the next second, and you will not kneel down!"

Ning Jiuyou dropped the pastry in his hand and gave a low drink.

"boom--"

Yan Jiuxiao's ears sounded like a thunderclap, which made his legs limp in fright, and the overwhelming pressure descended, making him kneel on the ground.

The maidservant next to her was even more dumbfounded, startled and frightened.

They have lived for more than ten years, but they dare not imagine such a scene.

The imperial power is overwhelming, and the prince who holds the power of life and death of the people will kneel in front of a person, trembling with fear, begging for mercy.