It’s just that Yuan Dasheng’s spirit, with the characteristics he had when he was alive, doesn’t like to cast spells at all.

Ning Zhuo had to use the Mirror Platform Spiritual Communication Technique to control the spiritual power in the body of the mechanism before he could release the Ice Holding Technique.

"In fact, I can only use magic with one breath."

"Because the three joint renovation teams haven't passed Room 2 yet, they can't get access to the Ice Holding Technique."

In this situation, Ning Zhuo should not display his ice-holding technique.

Only after the three joint renovation teams came into contact with it and he studied it "in public" could he use it openly.

Ning Zhuo took out the floating cloud handkerchief and covered himself and the table.

From the huge cotton-ball-like cloud, the noise of manufacturing mechanisms could be heard from time to time.

Ning Zhuo is making the blood oil bottle, a mechanical component!

The specific blueprints come from the rewards of the third level of the Demon Gate.

Using this mechanical component, one can collect multiple types of blood qi, mix them, process and refine them, and eventually form an oily substance with the texture of blood.

It is better to match it with another mechanism component to transform it into a blood pool.

"Yuan Dasheng mastered the Devil-stained Blood Tendon Technique before his death, and his cultivation level was very high."

"Allowing it to have blood and energy will increase its combat power to the greatest extent!"

If the Demonic Sect was still revealed, Ning Zhuo would not reveal this mechanism component.

But now, he has closed the stone wall, hiding the Buddhist and Demonic Gates. This means that other people who enter the transfer hall cannot enter the Buddhist and Demonic Gates, let alone receive the relevant rewards.

Of course, the blood oil bottle created by Ning Zhuo was not a copy of the original, but was improved and changed by himself. Its power was greatly reduced and the principle was also deviated.

The reason for doing so was, on the one hand, that he had limited materials on hand, and some high-quality materials were out of his reach. On the other hand, even if this thing was exposed in the future, and the Blood Oil Bottle was also exposed in the Lava Fairy Palace, Ning Zhuo would have some rhetoric and excuses to explain it.

The monks of the Ning family guarded Ning Ze’s residence.

When the spiritual sense of the Foundation Establishment Stage saw the floating clouds, it did not make any unnecessary probes.

They communicated via telepathy, guessing what mechanism Ning Zhuo was developing that required such a secret.

"Master Ning Zhuo has such talent in machinery, his future is limitless."

"Yes, it has been a long time since such an outstanding descendant appeared in our clan's branch."

"I'm curious about what he's tinkering with."

"It's just that there are so many floating clouds in front of him, interfering with his vision. Isn't it too inconvenient for him to create?"

"Haha, geniuses always have some quirks. Besides, we know Ning Zhuo's life story. He has lived alone for too long, so this is a cautious and self-protective habit. It's a good habit!"

As Ning Zhuo's performance became more and more outstanding, the expectations and tolerance of people around him increased.

And that very night.

Yuan Dasheng put on the armor of the Heavenly Warrior again and walked along the sewer.

It enters a specially made trail.

The path was dark and deep. Yuan Dasheng entered it and crawled all the way to the end.

It turned the lever of the crude mechanism, and the stone bricks in front of it moved horizontally, revealing a small door.

The small stone brick door was located halfway up an abandoned well.

Yuan Dasheng carefully checked the surroundings, and after confirming that it was safe, he drilled out of the abandoned well and entered an abandoned slum.

It left the jade slip in the corner of the poor house and then returned it.

This is one of the secret channels for Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong to communicate.

Ning Zhuo secretly manipulated the situation with the purpose of notifying Sun Lingtong to recruit more magic cultivators and prepare to assassinate Yuan Er to put on a good show.

The message in the jade slip was naturally written in secret language, and was created by Sun Lingtong and Ning Zhuo together.

Zheng family.

The four Jindan ancestors are having a small gathering.

One of the Zhou family's golden elixirs, talking about Zhou Zhu and Zhou Zeshen, had a sad face: "There are poisonous insects hidden in the Diyin ant colony, leaving behind a Diyin aura that is difficult to remove. Once the physical body is restored, it will be like the root of the disease is planted, and the impact will be far-reaching."

"Zhou Zhu and Zhou Zeshen each have their own talents. If the earth's yin energy stays in their bodies for a long time, their strong yang will turn soft, their kidney water will be exhausted, they will be unable to be humane, and their offspring will not be prosperous. In the worst case, their yang will turn into yin, and they will be neither yin nor yang."

Another Jindan of the Zhou family bowed and said, "For the sake of our descendants, we, as ancestors, can only shamelessly ask for it."

"I have a suggestion."

"Fellow Daoist Zheng Shuanggou has always wanted to break into my Night Star Sky Silk Formation in his early years."

"Why don't I set up this formation with my clan brothers, and let the two Taoist friends break through it. If you two are still lingering in the formation for three days and three nights, please give us the Nine Yang Yellow Ox Cream."

Zheng Shuanggou sneered: "What if we break out?"

The Zhou family ancestor smiled and said, "Then my Zhou family will give you the South Sky Vermillion Bird Constellation Formation Map!"

Zheng Shuanggou was moved when he heard this: "Really?"

Another ancestor of the Zhou family: "You can swear an oath."

The two Jindan of the Zheng family discussed the matter through telepathy and nodded in agreement after a moment.

Immediately, the ancestor of the Zhou family took out a piece of silk satin and spread it out.

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The surface of the silk is smooth and fine, like flowing water, and as black as the night. In the deep ink, a few starlights appear and disappear.

The silk satin flew into the air and quickly blended into the night, without any sign of any strange phenomenon.

The four Jindans from the Zhou and Zheng families all entered the formation and disappeared on the spot.

Zhu Xuanji wandered among the mountains, always paying attention to the wind chimes in the sea of ​​​​divines.

He took Huoshixian City as the center and kept circling around it, conducting tests.

"Who is it?" Suddenly, Zhu Xuanji's eyes glowed with golden light and he looked somewhere.

He only saw a shadow, carrying a cold and ghostly aura, quickly shuttling back and forth, flying towards the Huoshi Immortal City at an extremely fast speed.

"Golden Core Cultivator! Ghost Cultivator?"

Zhu Xuanji immediately looked solemn.

Anyone who can rival his golden eyes must be extraordinary. Judging from the aura of his magical power, it can be judged that the quality of his skills is extremely high, and it seems that he came from a big sect.

The top of Huoshi Mountain.

The roars of beasts continued, and the magma surged and surged.

Various monsters rioted, and tried to rush out of the Red Flame Demon Molten Cave, but their last path was blocked by the Lava Fairy Palace.

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit was roaring continuously on the throne in the main hall.

The Lava Fairy Palace was filled with precious light, and a large number of mechanical puppets were revived and formed a defense line.

This scene was not beyond Meng Kui's expectations.

"My sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight covers the entire Huoshi Mountain."

"The various monsters in the mountain are naturally among them. Those with weak luck will be affected first, and those with medium luck will be swept away by the general trend. The most powerful ones will eventually be affected."

Meng Kui sat upright in the clouds, in an invincible position, watching the wind and clouds rise and fall.

"I wonder if the black shadow demon cultivator can be implicated and show up?"

black market.

Sun Lingtong had just returned to his own courtyard when his eyes suddenly flashed with coldness and he shouted, "Who is it?!"

Two black-clothed demon cultivators appeared at the same time, one after the other, looking very proud.

"Sun Lingtong, you have entered the formation, just obey!"

"For the sake of Bukongmen, as long as you tell us the whereabouts of the young man, we will spare your life."

Sun Lingtong's face was slightly tense, and he recognized them from the aura of mana: "You are... from the Soul Devouring Sect?!"

"Let him go? Why?" Han Ming emerged from the shadows like a female ghost zombie, her face full of resentment and malice, "How dare you plot against me! Sun Lingtong, I want you dead!"

"And that little kid!"

"If you can tell on him, I will reward you with a quick death."

(End of this chapter)