In this way, how can others not be envious?

Especially Jinheng, he was a mid-level saint monk, but he had a top-grade holy weapon that was infinitely close to the best.

Ye Ning smiled faintly, took the Binglan Sword into his hand, and calcined it with the green lotus burning heart fire. In a moment, countless black impurities squeezed out of the sword body and dripped onto the steps. Ye Ning bounced his left hand, and the golden essence was like a stream of light, which was shot into the sword body by him. Immediately afterwards, he took out several top-quality refining materials, purified, refined, and added them to the sword body one by one.

Everyone understood that Ye Ning was actually helping others improve their natal magic weapon!

For a moment, they were both envious and jealous of Shui Longming.

Jin Heng shook his head and thought to himself, the young man's cultivation level was only one level higher than himself, so how could he have such a despicable means?

In a moment, Ye Ning had completed the addition of materials. Then, his fingers were flying and he imprinted countless magic circles. The Ice Orchid Sword was mainly ghostly and light and spirit, so Ye Ning naturally would not imprint too many attack laws. On the contrary, he infiltrated countless virtual spirit laws. In this way, this sword has the ability to attack souls, which makes people unable to defend against. Ye Ning believes that Shui Longming has this sword and has the power to fight against the saints. Even the great saints are enough to escape.

As his last handprint settled, the Ice Lan Sword kept trembling and changed drastically.

At this moment, the Binglan Sword is bright and restrained, and the milky white sword body is looming. After looking directly, it makes people dizzy and feel like they are addicted to it.

Shui Longming was overjoyed. He let out a light move and the Binglan Sword flew back into his hand. After Ye Ning refined it, he not only did not feel any barriers when he controlled it, but instead became more and more harmonious and more harmonious. With a little sense, he noticed the horror of the magic circle above it. Under one sword, ordinary sects must not have the power to fight back.

The best holy artifact!

The whole Golden Palace was in full bloom.

Wu Yaokong's expression was also changing. He did not expect that Ye Ning was actually a master of weapon refining. Only the master of weapon refining can upgrade a top-grade holy weapon to the best without moving. You must know that this is much more difficult than directly refining a top-grade holy weapon. Even in his era of straits, a master of weapon refining was the object of invitation from countless sects. He admired Ye Ning for the first time.

This is what Ye Ning wants.

He looked around and said, "Everyone, do you want to stay trapped here all the time?"

Jin Heng knew that his opportunity had come. He said excitedly: "Fellow Daoist Ye, is it that you have any tricks? If we are willing to be trapped here, there is really no way."

Ye Ning said: "Now there is a bright road in front of you, it depends on whether you are willing to leave."

Jin Heng said: "I wish to hear the details."

"Move into the Fantasy City!" Ye Ning said firmly: "This is your only way!"

"Okay!" Jin Heng gritted his teeth and said, "Jin is alone, joining the sect is nothing."

The others did not express their opinions. They were either the leader of a sect or the ancestor of the family, so how could they be inferior to others? However, the reality is extremely cruel. If they do not surrender, there will be only a dead end to this place.

When Ye Ning saw everyone's cautious appearance, he laughed and said, "You are thinking too much. Ye is not interested in you. The suggestion he made is to let you live in the Fantasy City temporarily, and stay and stay at will after the disaster of the Nightmare Clan is resolved. Of course, the Fantasy City was built by Ye, and it was not for you to live in vain."
Chapter completed!