Ning Feng slammed a little when he heard the sound. Looking in the sound, he saw that at the edge of the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation, a translucent figure was pulling back.

In front of him, the true water of the Yellow Spring was roaring, as if he was humiliated with dignity.

The other party raised his head, showed his ordinary appearance, grinned, and his whole body faded away quickly.

During the whole process, Ning Feng didn't move, and he was too lazy to try to keep him.

Because, this person is the Heavenly Demon Wuming!

He is different from the Pig Demon in the World. If this guy who is almost immortal and omnipresent can really stay, he would not have let him escape last time.

"It's so dangerous!"

"If it weren't for the rapid relief, I'm afraid he would really find an opportunity."

Ning Feng felt his head hurt when he thought of the assassin-like method of the Heavenly Demon Wuming Wushuang and his immortal body.

“It’s another one.”

"There is also the Tian Yao Wuming. If you can't figure out his roots and feet, you're afraid you can't solve it no matter how you do it."

"This is a sword hanging on the head, even more deadly than the peerless sword of the peerless sword god."

Ning Feng sat on the throne of glass, and the breeze was gentle, as if soothing.

He was always rubbing his eyebrows, not because he felt his forehead was still hurt, but because he was having a headache for the two monsters.

"no."

"We must figure out their roots and find a solution. Otherwise, once or twice, or if there is a chance, three or four times, and even more dangerous, ten or eight times, I will explain it."

"We must also figure out the roots and find out how to solve the problem before the Peerless Sword God Lingdong arrives."

"Otherwise, as long as the three of them join forces, I will definitely be overwhelmed."

Ning Feng suddenly moved his hand rubbing Yu Yue to his chest and grabbed something tightly.

——Nine-Obstone Stone!

"I might be able to do this..."

Ning Feng's eyes were emitting light, and at the same time there was uncertainty, hesitation, and excitement.

Just like an ordinary person thinks of a good idea, even if it has not been verified, even if anything is possible, he still can't help but feel excited and wants to try it.

"Nine-Oblook Stone Realm, enter!"

Ning Feng tightened his hand holding the Nine-Oped Stone, and his mind projected into the Nine-Oped Stone Realm.

“Huh?”

This time, what entered it was no longer a projection of his mind.

"It turned out to be... the Great Japanese Spirit."

Ning Feng raised his hand and felt that it was a body of the soul condensed purely from the sun god light. This real sense of existence was something that he had never entered the Nine-Oblook Stone Realm before.

“This is not the point.”

He took a quick step to the Jinjin Pool.

"good!"

Ning Feng looked over and looked at it, and was happy like dancing.

There are five golden pools, with golden light surging and the pool water is full.

"Hahahaha. I know, I know."

Ning Feng was extremely happy. "I broke into the middle heaven so high-profile, broke the world in front of the world, and was used to kill thousands of cultivators in the name of the extraterritorial demons, and then fought with the peerless sword god from the sky and did not lose the disadvantages. I fought with the heavenly demon Wuming and the pig demon in the world, and never lost the defeat..."

"I don't know how many people fell into the eyes of Zhongtian. I'm afraid that these people had grown wings and flew out of this state and how many people had entered."

"Isn't this a big show of popularity?"

Ning Feng was happily, with the full golden pool water, and his whimsical thoughts might be really possible.

“Now only…”

Ning Fengqiang pressed down his joy and sat cross-legged on the ground, right beside the golden pool.

As soon as he brushed his sleeves, the soil in front of him spread out, revealing the smooth bluestone below.

Ning Feng lifted his sleeves with one hand and rolled up his sleeves with the other, and chanted for a long time: "I would like to borrow the power of the golden pool and use the wings of ink and wash as the basis, and temporarily borrow Ma Liang's magic pen."

On that day, when he collected treasures from the sect, he had a magic pen that Ma Liang met once, which was considered an unparalleled magic pen in the world.

In response to the sound, the water level of a pool of gold water slowly dropped, and a stream of gold water was drawn out and poured into Ning Fengxu's hand, turning into a brush.

Apart from the golden light throughout, isn’t it just Ma Liang’s magical pen that he used to go to and from painting to solve problems?!

"good!"

Ning Feng adjusted for a while, cleared his throat, and spoke again: "I would like to borrow the water from the golden pool to make ink."

"laugh!"

Another golden pool water was drawn out, and this time it was even simpler. It was in the void beside Ning Feng, and the golden pool water was poured into it.

Now everything is ready, and I'm just writing.

Ning Feng took a deep breath, dipped Ma Liang's magic pen in the ink of the golden pool, and then began to write on the bluestone slab.

While writing, a scene that he had seen with his own eyes emerged in his mind.

It was a floating platform in the vast starry sky.

There is half a broken monument on the edge of the floating platform.

There is a handwriting on the residual monument, which says:

"Yin!"

The Yin and Shang dynasties!

When Ning Feng put his pen, all his energy was poured into it. Ma Liang's magic pen, Jinchi ink, his own bloodline inheritance, his understanding of the Shang Dynasty, and the broken stone tablets that had been condensed for countless years...

All of this is concentrated in his writing, and it is concentrated in one word:

"Yin!"

As soon as this word appeared, Ning Feng trembled all over his body, and the word "Yin" in his memory collapsed, and there was no trace since then;

Ma Liang's pen in his palm collapsed;

The ink in the golden pond dried up.

Writing it in one word is so expensive.

Because this is not an ordinary word, this is the Yin of the Shang Dynasty!

Ning Feng didn't care about regret, and his whole mind was concentrated on violent trembling. If he wanted to turn around and exude a strong breath, he would write.

That breath is far away, eternal, vast, regretful, endless glory buried under the yellow sand, and the fighting spirit of unwillingness to vow to make a comeback...

It was like a gate. Ning Feng felt this breath and felt like in the vast sea area in the past. He stood in front of the jade screen, gathered various resources, stepped into it, and felt that it was the same when he found the money of the treasure.

He wrote a gate that leads directly to Yinxu.

"Huh~~~~"

Ning Feng breathed out a sip of turbid air slowly. His plan was half successful.

"The rest depends on whether it is there or not, and whether the Nine-Oblitch Stone can be made."

A glimmer of light burst out in Ning Feng's eyes, his thoughts became clearer than ever before, and he stood outside the door, one step away.

He wanted to borrow treasures from the Yin Ruins.

"You must be here."

"I just need to borrow you for a while. Just a moment!"

Ning Feng looked at the Jinchi Water and exhaled: "I would like to use this portal, with this breath, with my bloodline, to enter Yinxu!"

"boom!"

First, the word "Yin" shines brightly, which is the bronze light, which belongs to the oldest and most ancient light, burst out. A bronze gate appeared in front of Ning Feng.

There are gods and demons on the gate. There are ancient myths, with a breath that is as if they may be resurrected at any time, walk down from the gate, and create glory again.

Immediately afterwards, a pool of golden water boiled and instantly dried up.

The invisible force emerged out of thin air, as if the hand that belonged to the father came from behind when the baby was learning to walk, gently pushed behind Ning Feng.

Ning Feng had no resistance and staggered to the bronze gate.

He let the flow and staggered, he held his hands on the bronze gate and took advantage of the situation to push it.

"boom!"

In the Nine-Oblook Stone Realm, Ning Feng's body stood stiff on the spot.

His mind followed an indescribable trajectory, as if he had crossed the barriers of the heavens, and entered a familiar place with the bronze gate as a guide and a way.
To be continued...