Control The World

Good strength!

Ning Wufeng was even more shocked in his heart. The divine thought was as substantive as it was far beyond his consciousness. At that moment, I felt all my secrets were exposed to this old man.

"go in."

The old man was obviously not malicious, and moved away.

"Thank you senior." Fang Yingcai also respectfully said.

The two squeezed into this cubicle one after the other.

"Interesting little guy." The old man was confused, as if falling asleep, a nightmare.

"Brother, this is the only ancient spiritual trick in the Imperial Palace." Fang Yingcai said cautiously.

"Ancient Lingjue?" Ning Wufeng was startled, and his face was shocked.

The power of the ancient spirit tactics is so great that most of them have been lost. It is hard to see outside. I did not expect that the ancient palace tactics still exist in the Imperial Palace. It is indeed the first school of Zhao Guo.

Haha, finally fooled. Fang Yingcai's smile was even stronger.

The mysterious small loft in the area, the old guardian with abnormal strength, and the ancient magic trick. This is definitely the existence of all the students who have no way to refuse.

But is the ancient spirit tactic so easy to cultivate? He sneered secretly. The imperial palace for so many years, although this attic is remote, it is not a big secret. There is no way to successfully cultivate the ancient spirit.

The teacher who gave them a course also said that the ancient magic tricks have different skills to use spiritual power, and each kind of magic trick has a unique opening method. There is a magic formula in the air, but the opening method is long gone. So don't choose the ancient magic trick.

Many people know this, and many people have suffered. But freshmen don't know.

The reason why Fang Yingcai came over Ning Wufeng in such a kind way was to consume his chance to choose a magic trick.

The new students have no background and want to earn enough contribution again to exchange for spiritual tricks, at least one year, then that year's time is wasted.

Time is especially precious to the students of the Imperial Palace.

Ning Wufeng didn't know Fang Yingcai's spicy intentions, but also knew that this guy would not be good for himself.

But the temptation of the ancient spirit trick, he is also difficult to resist.

"Brother, the ancient magic trick is powerful, but it takes a long time to cultivate. You have to be mentally prepared." Fang Ying was afraid that Ning Wufeng was suspicious, and he also mentioned with a word.

Ning Wufeng nodded squarely, "Master, remember."

Immediately, he went to find the magic formula, and Fang Yingcai pushed out the door.

In the face of the temptation of top-quality spirits, he couldn't resist, and spent a lot of contributions, but nothing. Just don't look.

The old man at the door had a playful smile on his face.

The cubicle is not large, but there are hundreds of tricks. Much smaller than the selection space downstairs. But undoubtedly, they are all authentic ancient tricks.

Ning Wufeng carefully let go of the consciousness, and suddenly found that some Lingshu Yujian would emit a faint light, and some Yujian would remain motionless.

He picked up a piece of jade Jank that was not moving. Ancient Jane Jade Jane is even thicker, with the traces of years engraved on it.

As if dead, Ning Wufeng secretly said. Through divine observation, he seems to be able to perceive the breath of life and death of each ancient spirit tactic.

This feeling is amazing.

Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue turned involuntarily, and the golden **** in the sea suddenly opened his golden eyes. Ning Wufeng's pupils were also stained with pale gold.

Fortunately, no one found it, otherwise it would be caught and treated as alien.

"It seems to be that direction." Ning Wufeng felt a breath calling in himself.

He poked away the ancient jade slips, and turned out a dark jade slip. The golden primordial **** in the sea suddenly glowed.

Black Jade Jane!

Ning Wufeng felt a little shock in his heart, and it was the first time he saw this black jade.

Vientiane Sen Luo Yin!

Five black jade carcasses emerged from the black jade, like a creeping magic.

"It's a weird spirit." Ning Wufeng felt that he could not wait to know the golden **** in the sea. Spiritual power was stimulated, and a dark light suddenly shot out of the eyebrow.

Vientiane Sen Luo Yin, a total of nine floors. The first reprint tactic stacks twice the attack power, the second reprint tactic stacks four times the attack power, and the third reprint tactic stacks nine times the attack power ... until the ninth reprint tactic stacks eighty-one attack power.

Eighty-one Heavy Attack Power!

Ning Wufeng was shocked in his heart. Eighty-one heavy attack power was equivalent to eighty-one himself shooting at the same time, hitting the same target, how powerful.

Is indeed the ancient magic trick!

He was shocked, but there was also a small line on the black jade slip, which was later marked.

"Vientiane Sen Luoyin, powerful. In fact, it hurts the enemy one thousand and eighty. It does not have a strong body protection, so do not use it !!!"

The specific emphasis above is marked.

Protect your body and spirit, just right. He has nine turns to Ming Wang Jue and just uses it. No wonder the Yuanshen in the sea would be so excited.

Ning Wufeng suddenly thought that there was a saying in the previous Buddhist family: "Everything is alive, everything is printed by one law, and everything that you see is a heart."

Sen Luo Vientiane is "color", which refers to all material phenomena. The material is disillusioned instantly, and the illusion is rampant.

It seems to have similarities with Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue. But it's just the connection of words, which is difficult to explore deeply.

He put away the "Vientiane Sen Luo Yin". Now that you're here, look for another copy of the magic.

Yuan Shen stirred the golden light with a faint light in his pupil.

After a short while, an ancient spirit trick of "Going for a Thousand Miles" was held in his hand. This spiritual formula is quite interesting. It requires a monk to be able to cultivate.

Wandering thousands of miles, it was suddenly realized that the ancient times could watch Kunpeng surf the waves thousands of miles, soared up to 90,000 miles.

God travels and travels thousands of miles. It can be reached wherever you think. Ning Wufeng feels that this magic formula is tailor-made for himself.

"Hey, it seems that I have to thank this Fang Yingcai brother." Ning Wufeng was full of joy. He also knew that this guy was definitely bad intentions, but after being counted by his organization, he became himself.

Ning Wufeng walked out of the cubicle, and the old head leaned aside was asleep, without looking at him. It was Fang Ying who hurried up.

"How is it, sir. This place is good."

"Thanks a lot, Brother." Ning Wufeng's face was filled with a smile, and his heart was filled with satisfaction.

"Hum, silly boy. You will cry now." Fang Yingcai laughed secretly.

Ning Wufeng went out one after the other. Fang Yingcai made an excuse and left. When he left, he still told Ning Wufeng to keep the secret and did a full set of play.

"Little brother, how is it?" Ruan Yue, who had been waiting downstairs, had been waiting for a long time, and asked Ning Wufeng in a hurry.

"It's already selected." Ning Wufeng said.

Ruan Yue didn't ask much, and the two returned to Huxin Island in Tianmeng.

Ning Wufeng closed his door and set up a spirit-taking array.

"There aren't many spirit stones. It seems that I'm trying to earn some spirit stones." Ning Wufeng secretly said.

He immediately sat down cross-legged and took out the black jade of Vientiane Sen Luoyin. Hanging Jane in the eyebrow, the golden Yuanshen in the sea moved.

"People who support Vientiane can not be separated from the ceremonies of the two instruments; they are divided into a hundred ways, and there is no realm of the three religions ..." A mysterious and mysterious message came to Ning Wufeng's mind.

The golden primordial **** in the sea is sitting critically. He was also sitting cross-legged with his hands folded on his chest.

Vientiane Sen Luoyin's first step is to condensate, to condensate with his seven emotions and six desires. This step must be cautious, one step wrong, from the chaos of seven emotions and six desires, the whole person went into the devil, and then died suddenly.

Ning Wufeng's technique is highly tight. His hands are intertwined in front of him, turning into a dark aura. The aura is constantly intertwined and squeezed, forming an ethereal jade seal.

But the Yuyin apprentice has its own appearance and needs to be enriched with seven emotions and six desires.

The so-called seven emotions: joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, terror, and surprise.

Jiang Ningfu, who carried the name of waste wood for three years, narrowed in the corner and looked at Chu Chu silently. He just wanted to take a look at her for the last look, but did not expect that she gave her life for herself.

Is hi!

Drinking Xiangshan, Shanlin took away Shi Jian and the mayor. It would rather be burned in the wind and anger, one shot at a time, drunk like a mountain, drinking blood to teach.

Is angry!

Chen House, Chu Chu nine spirits chaos, life is at stake. The gun picks You Longjiao, and the one-eyed sixth is angry.

Worry!

...

The scenes of the past are constantly intertwined in front of him. Ning Wufeng's face is sad and happy, sometimes angry and afraid, and the young mind of the soul is touched.

However, the golden gods in the sea are still without joy and sorrow, and strands of emotional power come and intertwine. The jade seal in front of him gradually became full.

The jade print is as dark as ink, and the scenes printed with everything are constantly changing. Mood and sorrow ... Yuyin continued to solidify, eventually forming the size of a baby's fist.

Ning Wufeng slowly opened his eyes, and the tears on his face evaporated instantly.

This is Vientiane Sen Luo Yin!

He murmured, and Sen Luoyin slowly fell into his palm and disappeared.

Without knowing it, the early morning sun was shining in. The looting spirits have long since expired. It was already the next morning.

Concentrated Vientiane Sen Luo printed all night. But Ning Wufeng felt refreshed at this moment.

"Is Brother Ning there?" Someone suddenly called outside the courtyard.

The voice was a bit strange. After Ning Wufeng had washed it, he opened the door and saw a boy standing outside the courtyard. He was looking into the yard.

"Sister Liu Wenchuan has met Brother Ning Wufeng."

"Master?" Ning Wufeng was a little surprised.

Liu Wenchuan explained immediately that he had just entered the Tianmeng League, which was half a day later than Ning Wufeng, but he knew a lot about Huang Dao Xue Gong than Ning Wufeng.

"Brother, today is the exchange meeting for old and new students. Sister asked me to inform you." Liu Wenchuan said, he had a kind of admiration in Ning Wufeng's eyes.