Ning Feng thumped when he heard the sound, and followed the sound, only to see a translucent figure retracting his steps at the edge of the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation. In front of him, the true water of Huangquan roared, as if his dignity had been humiliated. The other party raised his head, revealing an ordinary appearance, grinned, and his entire figure quickly faded away. Throughout the whole process, Ning Feng remained motionless, not even bothering to try to keep him. Because, this person is Tianyao Wuming! He is different from the pig demon. This almost immortal, omnipresent guy. If he could really stay, he wouldn¡¯t have been let go last time. "What a risk!" "If he hadn't been freed quickly, I'm afraid he would have found a chance." Ning Feng felt his head hurt when he thought of the Wuming Wushuang's assassin-like methods and his immortal existence. "Another one." "The same goes for the Heavenly Demon Wuming. I can't figure out his origins, and I'm afraid I won't be able to solve it." "This is just a sword hanging on the head. Compared with the peerless sword god, the peerless god The sword will kill you." Ning Feng sat on the glazed throne, feeling the gentle breeze soothing him. He was rubbing his eyebrows all the time, not because his forehead still hurt, but because he was worried about the two monsters. "No." "We must understand their roots and find a solution. If not, once or twice, or there may be a fluke, three or four times, and danger after danger, eight times out of ten, I will "I have to figure it out before the peerless swordsman Lingdong comes." "Otherwise, I will definitely be overwhelmed by the three of them joining forces." Move the hand that is rubbing between your eyebrows downward. Falling on his chest, he clutched something tightly. ¡ª¡ªNine Aperture Stone! "Maybe I can do this" Ning Feng's eyes were shining, and at the same time he was uncertain, hesitant, and excited. It¡¯s just like ordinary people can¡¯t help but feel excited when they think of a good idea, even if it hasn¡¯t been verified yet, even if it may appear in any possibility. Want to try it. "Nine-Aperture Stone Realm, enter!" Ning Feng tightened his grip on the Nine-Aperture Stone Realm, and projected his mind into the Nine-Aperture Stone Realm. "Huh?" This time, it was no longer his mental projection that entered it. "It turned out to bethe Great Sun Spirit." Ning Feng raised his hand and felt that it was the body of the spirit condensed purely from the light of the sun god. This sense of real existence was unlike any time he had entered the Nine Aperture Stone before. There is nothing in the world. "That's not the point." He took a quick step and came to the Lianlian Golden Pond. "Okay!" Ning Feng looked over and danced with joy. There are five golden pools, with golden light surging and the pools filled with water. "Hahahaha. I know it, I know it." Ning Feng was extremely happy. "I entered Zhongtian with such a high profile, broke through the boundary in front of the whole world, was used to be called an extraterrestrial demon, killed thousands of monks with the Nine-Meandering Yellow River Formation, and then met the peerless sword god Ling Donglai through the air. He never lost in a fight, he fought Wuming against the sky demon, he fought against the pig demon all over the world, and he never lost" "I don't know how many people have caught these eyes in Zhongtian. I'm afraid they disappeared with wings and flew out of this state. "How many people have heard of it?" "Isn't this limelight big enough?" Ning Feng is so happy that the land is full of golden water. Maybe his whims can be realized. "Now all that's left is" Ning Fengqiang suppressed his joy and sat cross-legged on the ground, beside the golden pond. With a flick of his sleeve, the soil in front of him spread out, revealing the smooth bluestone underneath. Ning Feng held it up with one hand, rolled up his sleeve with the other, and chanted: "I would like to borrow the power of the golden pool, use the ink feathers as the basis, and temporarily borrow Ma Liang's magical pen." That day, when he collected the sect's treasures, there was a god When Ma Liang encountered the pen, he could be regarded as having wielded this unparalleled magic pen. In response to the sound, the water level of a pool of golden water slowly dropped, and a stream of golden water was drawn out and poured into Ning Feng's empty hand, turning into a brush. Except for the golden light all over, isn¡¯t it Ma Liang¡¯s magic brush that he used to go in and out of painting and solve every problem? ! "Okay!" Ning Feng adjusted, cleared his throat, and spoke again: "I would like to borrow the water from the Golden Pond for ink." "Hi!" Another stream of Golden Pond water was drawn out. This time it was even simpler. Ning Feng In the void beside him, it manifested.It looks like a square inkstone, with water from a golden pond poured into it. Now everything is ready, all that is left is to write. Ning Feng took a deep breath, dipped Ma Liang's magic pen in Jinchi ink, and then started writing on the bluestone board one stroke at a time. While writing, a scene that he had seen with his own eyes appeared in his mind. There is a floating platform in the boundless starry sky. On the edge of the floating platform, there is half a broken monument. On the broken stele, there is a handwriting, which reads: "Yin!" Yin of Yin Shang! When Ning Feng started writing, all the power of his mind was poured into it. Ma Liang's magic pen, Jinchi ink, his own blood heritage, his understanding of the Yin Shang, and the Yin Shang aura condensed on the broken stone tablet for countless years All of these are concentrated. In his writing, he concentrated on one word: "Yin!" As soon as the word appeared, Ning Feng trembled all over, and the word "Yin" in his memory collapsed, and there has been no trace since then; Ma Liang's magic pen in his palm collapsed; Jin Chi The ink dries. The cost of writing one word is so high. Because this is not an ordinary character, it is the Yin of Yin Shang! Ning Feng couldn't care less about regret, and concentrated all his attention on the handwriting that was shaking violently, as if it were coming back to life, exuding a strong aura. That breath is distant, eternal, boundless, regretful, endless glory buried under the yellow sand, and unwilling to vow to make a comeback It is like a gate, Ning Feng feels this The breath felt like he was standing in front of the jade screen in the vast sea in the past, gathering various resources, stepping into it, and feeling the same as when he found the treasure and money. He wrote a gate leading directly to the Yin Ruins. "Huu~~~" Ning Feng let out a turbid breath. Spit it out slowly. So much for his plan. Half the battle. "The rest depends on whether it is there or not, and whether the Nine Aperture Stone can do it." Ning Feng's eyes sparkled, his thoughts became clearer than ever before, and he stood outside the door, one step away. He wanted to borrow a treasure from the Yin Ruins. "You must be here." "I only need to borrow you for a little while. Just a little while!" Ning Feng looked at the water in the golden pool and exhaled: "I wish to use this portal, this aura, and my blood to enter the Yin Ruins. !¡± ¡°Boom!¡± First, the word "Yin" shines brightly. It is the light of bronze, the oldest and most primitive light, bursting out. A bronze gate appeared in front of Ning Feng. On the gate, there are gods and demons. The atmosphere of ancient myths is as if they may be resurrected at any time, step down from the door, and create glory again. Immediately afterwards, a pool of golden water boiled and dried up instantly. Invisible force emerged out of thin air, as if it were a father's hand reaching out from behind when a baby was learning to walk, gently pushing behind Ning Feng. Ning Feng showed no resistance and staggered to the bronze gate. He let it take its course, and after stumbling, he put his hands on the bronze door and used the momentum to push it. "Boom!" In the Nine Aperture Stone Realm, Ning Feng's figure stood frozen on the spot. His mind followed an indescribable trajectory, as if he had passed through the barriers of the heavens, using the bronze gate as a guide and a road to enter a familiar place. "Yin Ruins" Ning Feng has no body at this moment, only an illusory mind, floating in the void. In front of you is a purple stone suspended in the air, with treasures soaring into the sky. Each treasure seems to be alive, swimming, chasing, and playing On the treasure rock, the treasure of the gods! Ning Feng's mind had just appeared here, and those God-conferring relics seemed to have noticed his presence in an instant. "Swiss, swish, swish," countless things that I don't know if they should be described as thoughts or other things fell on him. body. The pressure is as strong as the sky! Ning Feng's mind collapsed in an instant. The gazes of the Conferred Gods¡¯ Relics almost made him suffer a mental breakdown, and everything was in vain. How could Ning Feng not be prepared for this? With a thought, he drew out an aura belonging to the treasured money and enveloped his whole body. The rolling dust of mortals consumes everything and turns it into nothing. This is the scent of the first piece of money in the world - Luobao Money. Of course, this aura is not enough to protect Ning Feng¡¯s mind. The aura is just aura, but there is real stuff here.??One vote for the god-conferring relic itself. The question is, before being taken away by Ning Feng, the treasured money had been in the Yin Ruins for who knows how long among the gods' relics. How could the gods' relics not be familiar with its aura? "One of our own!" "Descendants of the Yin and Shang Dynasties!" Similar messages were exchanged among the gods' relics. Since he can be recognized by Luobao Money, he is naturally the heir of Yin Ruins and a descendant of Yin Shang, and he is one of his own. So those "gazing" became gentle in an instant. Ning Feng could still feel as if he was being focused by a series of eyes, but his mind stabilized. At least, it was stable enough for him to say the words he had prepared for a long time: "This junior is here to borrow one of you, go to the outside world, and return in a moment." As soon as he said these words, all the gods' relics were counted. With a tremor, Ning Feng could almost capture the doubts filling the world. It seems that one by one the gods' relics are questioning: "Even if we are willing, can you, can you, can you?" Ning Feng said loudly: "Junior is half sure, as long as the person I need is there, junior He can take it out for a trip!" He has never lacked confidence in Jiuqiao Stone. "Wow!" Although Ning Feng couldn't hear the sound, he could feel that the entire Yin Xu secret realm was going crazy and boiling. One by one, the treasures of the gods are overflowing with the meaning of jumping. Can you go out for some fresh air without violating anything and come back later? Is this such a good thing? Choose me! Choose me! Choose me! If Ning Feng hadn¡¯t entered his mind, he would have had the urge to swallow his saliva. "Now, there are only the last two levels left." "The first level, is it really there?" Ning Feng has been searching since he entered here and stabilized his mind, looking at the artifacts of the gods. Sweep. Don't be round, don't be flat, don't To be precise, it's not a mirror, don't! Suddenly - Ning Feng's eyes narrowed and fell on an inconspicuous bronze mirror, only the size of a palm. In fact, it is a mirror, which is barely. One side is mottled with bronze, and the lines can¡¯t be seen clearly; the other side is hazy, with no light at all. Except for the similar shape, there is nothing like a mirror. Ning Feng looked at it and asked nervously: "Dare I ask, is it Senior Demon Mirror?!" 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