Late at night.

Ning Yi sat in the yard, and Hongying had already fallen asleep.

He raised his head and looked at the big moon hanging high above his head. The "moon in the sky" of the demon clan seemed to be bigger and rounder than the ones in the Great Sui Dynasty.

Even the air seems to be fresher...

Is this the reason why the demon clan is full of starlight?

The mountain character scroll absorbs the fire spirit energy one by one.

This is the pure aura that makes the "Swordholder Ancient Scroll" long for.

Ning Yi's black robe, with its cuffs and windless automatic, and a faint red flame lingered between her eyebrows and hair.

These fire auras penetrate into the skin.

Ning Yi's body absorbed the fire spirit and was tempered bit by bit.

Since the revival of the imperial tomb, he has not had time to examine his current physical condition.

But there is a vague intuition.

I've become stronger.

Ning Yi has no idea how strong it is and where the limit is.

"These fire spirits, the mountain scrolls are quite eager for them, but for me, it seems that they only use to temper my body..." After a moment, Ning Yi groped clearly, he pondered slightly, and murmured: "The most urgent task is to remind the realm of starlight to perfection."

Ning Yi’s practice requires great resources to break through the realm.

As the mountain characters were breathing, the majestic starry light gathered towards Ning Yi.

The power of the ancient scroll of the sword holder is also related to the realm of the sword holder himself. People like Xu Qingke who have the soul realm of the spirit can control the "Fate Scroll" and can silently kill Mr. Yuan Chun when the Lotus Pavilion had already planned it.

But Ning Yi obviously couldn't do it.

However, after waking up from the imperial tomb, Ning Yi's use of "Shanzi Scroll" has reached its level of perfection.

A "buzz" sound.

The first realm is instantly broken.

It's like eating and drinking water.

Ning Yi looked calm, and the movement of the mountain script reached its peak, and the stars in the yard were lingering like a cloud of starry sky.

It's like sitting on the galaxy.

This scene is quite similar to the scene in his mind before he embarked on practice.

The second realm, break!

The third realm, break!

The first three great realms only took less than half an incense stick of Ning Yi.

After the Central Realm, I encountered a threshold.

Ning Yi let out a long breath, but he did not stop the action of using the mountain scroll to absorb the starlight... but he separated a trace of his mind. It was not difficult to break through the middle realm and reach the back realm, but it might take several days.

These days, I have been reclining in the yard.

Take advantage of this time.

He happened to carefully examine his physical condition, spiritual and soul condition, sword energy realm, objects, talismans, treasures, etc.

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"The snow is broken, this is the demon clan... But it is said that 'frost steel' is a rare treasure. If there is no way, even if there is huge financial resources, it will not be bought." Ning Yi looked at the broken sword lying on his knees, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Mr. Zhao Rui left an ancient method of tempering "fine snow" in the pavilion of Xiaoshuangshan.

If there is materials, Ning Yi is not irreparable.

"If you are lucky, you should be able to get 'frost steel' in the demon realm." Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows and said silently: "It's just that I'm afraid I have to wait until all my cultivation is restored."

Ning Yi closed his eyes.

"The soul is in very good condition... twice as strong as before."

"Sword energy climbs to the fourth floor."

"The small letter array is still on the body... Five Thunder Spells, Silent Notes, and Breath Holding Talismans are all ready."

Through this examination, Ning Yi probably gained some understanding. If his starry light realm is restored, he may have been at the tenth level.

Maybe it's just reaching the peak of the tenth realm?

During the three years when the imperial tomb was frozen, the White Bone Plain continued to absorb divinity and temper the body, allowing himself to "break the realm" without any consciousness.

But if it weren't for the three years of freezing.

Ning Yi may get to this point faster.

Good fortune depends on misfortune, and misfortune is hidden by good fortune.

This is a blessing in disgrace.

"Although he has no cultivation, he can still suppress practitioners in the ten realms." Ning Yi clenched his fists silently, and he sensed the hot blood flowing in his meridians. This concrete soul was the only thing he could not detect strength and weakness... But he had a premonition that this concrete soul was far stronger than he thought.

The "earth fire" absorbed by Zhuque City only has some slight effects on one's body.

"What happened to my body in the three years of the imperial tomb?"

Ning Yi opened his eyes, as if he was a different world.

When I closed my eyes, it was still late at night, and the moon was hanging high.

It's noon now.

The sunlight shone on the black robe, and the starry light flowed on Ning Yi's body, and the black robe was cool.

After practicing overnight, you have broken through the bottleneck and reached the middle state.

A soft sound of opening the door came from outside the yard.

The little girl Hongying holding a big umbrella tiptoed back. A chubby fire bird emerged from her chest, her eyes dripping.

She woke up in the morning and found that Young Master Ning was still practicing, as he said last night, his breath was long and leisurely.

Didn't disturb Ning Yi.

Hongying went to Zhuque City and is now cautious when she comes back.

As soon as she closed the door, Ning Yi appeared behind her and smiled softly:

"how?"

Hongying was startled and gently pressed her chest with her jade hand. The dragon "endured" the rolling waves, and the eyes of Ning Yi became grateful and intoxicated.

Ning Yi was not angry and stretched out a hand and picked up the indecent red-haired guy from Hongying's chest and collar. He twisted his two fingers around the back of his neck, and the other finger was "papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa

The cardinal was fur all over and tried hard to peck Ning Yi, but unfortunately he was pinched "three inches" and could not reach it. In the end, he could only glar and furious, and a flame as thick as a baby's fingers spurted out from his throat. It was destroyed by the wind as soon as it was exited.

"Young Master Ning, the world outside... is really wonderful."

Hongying walked around Zhuque City, and her heart was surging at this moment and she wanted to say a lot.

"etc."

Ning Yi smiled and picked up the cardinal, slapped a silent talisman on it, and threw it out casually.

Hongying looked at the Chinnook hanging on the treetops in the yard with some sympathy.

"Don't worry about it...you keep saying."

Hongying couldn't laugh or cry.

"I saw the demon cultivators, and they were not all bad. There were some kindness in the city... demon spirits and humans who have recovered their free body." At this point, she paused and exclaimed: "I thought that everyone here was slaves."

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Most of them are, but there are indeed very few lucky people... but they still cannot be treated fairly."

People divide good and evil.

The demons are naturally divided.

Just like the Chinenji under Mr. Zhou You's hands, he can be free from food and drink, practice Taoism with peace of mind, and not be targeted by the demon hunter of the Ping Yaosi.

There are indeed so-called "free people" in the demon city.

"I was originally in a cage by Wu Jiu, and I couldn't see the sun. When I was traveling occasionally, I could see some light and shadows through the gaps of the black cloth..."

Hongying looked very serious, and she said slowly with her fingers: "I touched the walls of Zhuque City. The stones were very rough and hard. The lotus leaves that had rained were wet. Shaking the wind chime would make a crisp sound. When the windmill was blown, the fan would fly and rotate..."

She wandered around Zhuque City for half a day.

In the first sense, she walked on this land as a "free" and was not discriminated against, insulted, and trampled on by others.

She looked at Ning Yi with gratitude in her eyes.

Ning Yi saw the meaning in Hongying's eyes, and he smiled and rubbed the little girl's red hair.
To be continued...