Underground workshop. The gentle light of the spirit lamp evenly fills the entire space. Ning Zhuo sat at the table and checked the storage bag in his hand for the last time. This was the loot he had obtained from the three ghosts of the Huang family in the black market before. After confirming that it was safe, Ning Zhuo began to crack the micro-array on the first storage bag, and then forged the breath and consciousness of the original owner, and finally tricked the storage bag into opening successfully. In the first storage bag, there were a few spirit stones, a spirit pet green knife mantis, and some materials suitable for ghost cultivation, such as dark essence, soul essence, and netherworld flower. In the second storage bag, there were hundreds of spirit stones, and the only ghost cultivation materials were a ball of Yin wind, and a jade slip of a ghost cultivation method "Yin Gu Jue", which could transform one's own bones. The third storage bag belonged to the boss of the three ghosts of the Huang family. The array had two layers, which made Ning Zhuo's cracking difficulty and time increase sharply. "Interesting." The boy's eyes sparkled. The higher the difficulty and the stronger the resistance, the more he would inspire his fighting spirit.
He devoted himself to it, enjoying the fun of challenging the difficult problem. It took him nearly half an hour to finally crack it successfully. As soon as he opened it, a little ghost head pounced on Ning Zhuo's face. Ning Zhuo snorted secretly, and he had been prepared. At the critical moment, the Buddha Heart Demon Seal in his sea of consciousness flashed a light, capturing the little ghost head. Then, the defensive formation on the handmade table was activated, and the little ghost head was instantly beaten to death. The little ghost head seemed to be the last stubbornness of the Huang family ghost boss. So far, his storage bag has no defense against Ning Zhuo. There are more than a thousand spirit stones and two jade slips, which are the ghost cultivation method "Heart Sutra of the Netherworld" and the ghost cultivation spell "Detailed Explanation of Soul Guiding Technique". Such as a lot of cultivation materials, not just for ghost cultivation. "Fire spirit?!" Ning Zhuo's pupils dilated slightly, and he found about ten kilograms of fire spirit. A look of joy suddenly appeared on his face. Restraining his excitement, Ning Zhuo pulled out a drawer and grabbed a handful of golden silk jade dew cake from the drawer. With a push of his magic power, he burned the wrapping paper on the surface of the cake, and some ashes flew out, like the ashes of a corpse burning in a furnace. He opened his mouth and stuffed all the cakes in his hand into it. Chewing. Under the illumination of the spiritual light, his lips were bright red, and occasionally his white teeth were exposed. The golden silk jade dew cake was crushed between his teeth and lips, and the filling flowed out and mixed. It was like the many monks who fell into his hands, wailing in the grinder, and then their flesh and blood were crushed and turned into nutrients for Ning Zhuo's growth. The world of monks is cruel. Without the gray business of Shangxia Ruyi Suo and the contributions of these demon monks, how could Ning Zhuo afford so many golden silk jade dew cakes? While eating the golden silk jade dew cake, Ning Zhuo happily counted the proceeds from yesterday's black market. Selling the upper and lower Ruyi ropes earned him 24,000 spirit stones. Among them, his eldest uncle Ning Ze purchased 80 upper and lower Ruyi ropes for the Ning family, contributing the most. In comparison, the spirit stones on the three ghosts of the Huang family were pitifully few.
"The upper and lower Ruyi ropes I made are the best cave ropes that can be purchased on the market. Therefore, this business has always been good." "So it seems that the Ning family has made such a big war preparation, and there will be a big move?" "Alas, the world of cultivation is cannibalistic!" "There are always people with bad intentions who bully ordinary teenagers like me." "Since the three ghost cultivators came out to rob, they are naturally poor. However, the ten kilograms of fire essence exceeded my expectations, which is really a surprise." "In this way, the fire essence I have prepared has reached more than a thousand kilograms, which is enough!" Ning Zhuo has been secretly accumulating fire essence in the past few years. For safety reasons, he only purchases a little bit from the market each time, and accumulates a little bit. At his speed, it may take more than a month to prepare ten kilograms of fire essence. Now, this large number of fire essences immediately filled his last gap. After counting the harvest, Ning Zhuo calculated the losses in the black market last night. He took out a silver-gray token from his arms. There was a Cang character on the front of the token and a Chinese character on the back. Ning Zhuo threw it lightly, and the token disintegrated, extended, and expanded in the air, emitting a dazzling brilliance. When the brilliance dissipated, the mechanical armor Cang Tie Han Jia floated quietly in the air. Ning Zhuo opened a section of the spine of the mechanical armor, where a foundation-building pill was embedded. "Only 30% of the foundation-building pill is left." This pill is very critical and is one of the elements that enable Cang Tie Han Jia to exert the power of foundation-building. Ning Zhuo himself only has the cultivation of the Qi Refining Stage. "If the foundation-building pill is used up, Cang Tie Han Jia will be unusable." "Alas, it is very difficult to get the foundation-building pill." Ning Zhuo frowned slightly. This was Ning Zhuo's biggest loss yesterday. There was also a new scar last night. It was the stab marks left by the leader of the three Huang family ghosts who fought to the death. Ning Zhuo was helpless against it. If you look closely, you will find that the surface of this mechanical armor is actually scarred. Some are old wounds, and some are marks left by Ning Zhuo when he wore it in battle. "Mom..." Ning Zhuo stroked the old scars, and his eyes became sad. Fourteen years ago, he was only two years old, and his mother gave him instructions before she died. He learned that there was a lava fairy palace in Huoshi Mountain, which was a mechanical fairy city. The city spirit secretly selected monks to inherit the fairy city. His mother was one of the selected foundation-building monks. The fairy city had many tests and was extremely difficult. Because of her outstanding strength, his mother was jointly targeted by other competitors and was eventually seriously injured and could not be cured. "The fairy city is getting worse and worse, and the selection standard is lowered accordingly. Zhuo'er, when you are fourteen years old, the selection standard of the mechanical fairy city will be lowered to the Qi Refining Stage. This will be your greatest opportunity!" "Zhuo'er, you must study mechanical arts well and don't let others know your investment in this area." "You must personally design mechanical creations, assemble them, and operate them yourself. These are the assessment contents of the mechanical fairy city."
"If you are among the top few among the other selectors, you will be identified as a mechanical seed and will be cultivated with emphasis by the mechanical city. This is very important to you. It is particularly important for you, because you need the cultivation resources of the Mechanical Palace more than other people with backgrounds. " "You must not use the Ning family's skills to cultivate to the foundation-building stage! Your mother is the mechanical seed in the foundation-building stage, but unfortunately my dantian is fixed and I can't change the skills. Many tests in the Lava Palace were twice as difficult because I didn't practice the skills left by the three masters. In the end, I had no choice but to stop. " "Cough cough cough!" Two-year-old Ning Zhuo cried in panic: "Mom, don't say it, you are vomiting blood!" Ning Zhuo's mother reached out and stroked Ning Zhuo's little head, with tears in her eyes. Full of reluctance and worry: "Zhuo'er, I'm sorry for you and can't protect you. You've lost your father and mother, and you'll be alone from now on, and you can only rely on yourself." "Don't be too loyal to the family. Your father made this mistake!" "Before his death, your father asked the young clan leader Ning Xiaoren to take care of you. But I've seen through this man, he's two-faced and can't be relied on." "Your uncle and aunt are both very proud and stingy, and neither of them is a generous person, so you should also pay attention." "Sometimes, the relatives and friends around you are often more dangerous than enemies. Danger!" "Don't perform too well. Your parents are gone and there is no one for you to truly rely on. You should hide yourself well and don't perform too badly. Just be mediocre. You should grow up in an ordinary way, accumulate quietly, and don't attract attention. " "Mother has seen too much. How many geniuses died young..." "I leave my Cang Tie Han Jia to you for protection. It has the power to build a foundation." "And this magic weapon - my Buddha Heart Demon Seal! This is what mother got by chance from the Lava Fairy Palace. It must not be exposed." When Ning Zhuo's mother said this, her voice had weakened to the limit. She couldn't stop crying and stared at the two-year-old Ning Zhuo with all her strength. She wanted to look at him and keep looking at him, but her vision gradually dimmed. At the last moment of her life, she was in hesitation: "I don't know if it's right to teach you this way." "Zhu'er, you have to take good care of yourself. If you really can't, give up the Lava Fairy Palace." "Life is the first priority. Mother hopes you are alive and well!" "I'm happy if you are alive." Two-year-old Ning Zhuo tightly grasped his mother's bloody clothes: "Mother, mother, don't say anything. I don't want you to die, you don't want to die, wuwuwu..." Ning Zhuo's mother finally said: "My dear Zhuo, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Mother is here, mother, mother will protect you in the underworld..." The next moment, the mother's heart stopped beating, and her hand slowly slid down from Ning Zhuo's head. Two-year-old Ning Zhuo's body trembled as if he was electrocuted, and he suddenly looked up-he looked like he was sixteen years old. The once childish face, full of tears, has now been replaced by the resolute look of a grown teenager. He has grown up, shouldering the instructions and expectations of his mother before her death. "Mom, the situation has changed!" "The city lord and the Zhou and Zheng families have joined forces to intensify the cleanup of the Red Flame Demon Cave, which has greatly reduced the defensive pressure on the Lava Fairy Palace and reduced losses. The Lava Fairy Palace has no external pressure, and the damage has remained good, so the palace spirit has not taken the initiative to lower the selection standards." "This year, the Ning family also discovered the secret of the Lava Fairy Palace. If I wait until they also participate in the defense, then when can I wait for the standards to be lowered?"
"Maybe I won't wait in this lifetime!" "The major forces in the Fire Persimmon Fairy City are trying every means to cover up the Lava Fairy Palace and want to digest this opportunity within themselves. How can this be possible?" "So, I have to do it myself!" "Now, I have accumulated enough fire essence, definitely enough to bomb the Fairy Palace and damage it, thereby lowering the standards." "The only thing missing is the Fire Monkey."