The dignified Miaoyan Immortal was actually carried back all the way by Ning Fan...

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My head feels dizzy, and my consciousness aches. I want to open my eyes, but I can't...

I don't know how long I have been sleeping for, but Miao Yanxianzun suddenly felt a pair of hands walking around my body, as if they were untying my clothes.

She could feel that her clothes were being stripped off one by one. She could feel that her chest felt cold, and even her tube top was being taken off...

"Who is it, who is taking off my clothes? Is it the fellow Taoist who saved me from danger?"

Miaoyan Xianzun was ashamed and angry. He wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but he couldn't.

Suddenly, she felt a cold feeling on her body and heard the sound of water in her ears. She seemed to be put into the water.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a pair of hands walking around her body, as if they were scrubbing her body...

"Who is bathing me? Is it him?"

In the mind of Immortal Miaoyan, the figure of Ning Fan speeding towards him appeared, and his pretty face turned even redder.

She could feel the hands sometimes caressing her smooth satin back, sometimes caressing her plump and soft chest.

She felt a little inexplicably irritable, a little angry at the man's boldness and frivolity.

After an unknown amount of time, Miaoyan Xianzun finally gained some strength and opened his eyes.

When I entered the scene, I was sitting in a wooden basin, with petals of green apple grass floating on the water.

Beside him, a pair of delicate little hands were scrubbing his body. They were not Ning Fan's hands, but the hands of a woman.

"Tong'er? Why are you helping me scrub my body...I thought..."

Only then did Miaoyan Xianzun see clearly that the person who had been bathing him was not Ning Fan, who was scornful of him as he imagined, but his maid Tong'er.

She breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said that she was thinking wildly, but one sentence made Tong'er confused.

She is the maid of Miaoyan Xianzun, so naturally she should serve Miaoyan Xianzun to bathe. If not her, who else could...

"How long have I been unconscious..." Miao Yanxianzun exuded his spiritual thoughts and asked Tong'er at the same time.

"Replying to the master, the master has been in a coma for three whole days..."

"Three days! In other words, four full days have passed since the Blood Sacrifice in the Wilderness. Damn it! I have been unconscious for too long!"

Miaoyan Xianzun frowned and asked Tong'er many questions, such as where the monk who saved her was.

After some questioning, Miaoyan Immortal Master gradually showed a sigh of relief, and then he found out that the person who saved him was named Zhao Jian.

Even Tong'er was saved by Zhao Jian...

"Zhao Jian... If this Taoist friend hadn't saved me, I would probably be a dead person at this moment... This is a great favor and must not be forgotten..." Miao Yanxian Zun said to himself.

Suddenly, Miaoyan Xianzun's beautiful eyes were shocked. He sensed something and casually pulled out a bath towel and wrapped it around his body. His figure flashed and appeared in front of the window, looking at the sky of Tianman City in disbelief.

Above the sky, there are actually two ancient statues. They are getting closer and closer...

Those two ancient statues were locked on her aura, and they came all the way to find them!

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Three days have passed since Miaoyan Xianzun was rescued. For three whole days, Miaoyan Xianzun remained unconscious.

The Shattered Continent has already flown out of the death door interface under Ning Fan's control. However, there is no target to move forward.

When Miaoyan Xianzun was in coma, Ning Fan also went through Miaoyan Xianzun's storage bag.

He automatically ignored the various small bellybands in the storage bag, and just wanted to find out if there was any contact object from the storage bag that could be used to contact the Liuhe Immortal Lord.

Unfortunately, Ning Fan didn't find what he needed.

The Shattered Continent was flying aimlessly in various interfaces. The people controlling the continent's flight were replaced by Mo Yuanzi, Jinhua Patriarch and four other human beings, Suinian.

Naturally, the four of them do not have magical powers at the same level as Zongdi Jinguang, but together with the power of the Sky-piercing Stone, they can make the Broken Continent fly slowly all the way.

Before the Immortal Master Miaoyan woke up, Ning Fan had been waiting to no avail, so he escaped into the Xuanyin Realm three days ago and began to deal with some chores. Naturally, the purpose was to further increase his ability to protect himself in the catastrophe of the wild wilderness.

What needs to be dealt with first is the innate bow spirit, and the second is the huge amount of killing incense.

Time goes back to three days ago.

In the Xuanyin Realm, in the Western Cave Mansion, Ning Fan was sitting cross-legged, with two long bows placed in front of him.

One is a long bow with dragon horns, transformed from the candle bow bow spirit.

The other one is a bloody iron bow, which is the sub-innate bow spirit that Ning Fan snatched from Fan Lianxiu.

At this moment, the bloody iron bow was constantly exuding hostility, trying to break free of the seal, always locking Ning Fan with murderous intent.

As for the long bow with dragon horns, it kept saying words to please Ning Fan. The purpose of pleasing Ning Fan was simply to devour the other blood bow spirit.

"Master, do you know how much Xiao Gong admires you in his heart? Apart from his previous master, Xiao Gong has never admired anyone! No, compared with you, Xiao Gong's previous master is nothing like shit!"

"Master, just do it well and give that innate bow spirit to the little Swallow!"

"Master, how can you bear to see me begging you all the time, so lonely as snow..."

In my ears, I heard the noisy words of Zhu Gong Gong Ling.

Ning Fan ignored the Zhu Gong Gong Ling and looked back and forth between the dragon-horned long bow and the blood-colored long bow. His brows furrowed slightly from time to time, as if there was something difficult to choose between.

There are five levels of weapon spirits: ordinary, immortal, acquired, sub-innate, and innate.

Among the Four Heavens and Nine Realms, the magic weapons and spirits in the hands of the vast majority of monks are only mortal items. Only a few second-step monsters are qualified to possess fairy-level items.

Acquired weapon spirits are extremely rare. Generally, only old monsters in the Broken Thought Realm can possess acquired weapon spirits.

Sub-innate weapon spirits are almost as rare as innate magic weapons. Basically, only Immortal Emperor-level figures are qualified to possess such high-level weapon spirits.

As for the innate weapon spirit... that kind of thing. Ning Fan has only heard of it in ancient books, and has never heard of any powerful monk who has an innate weapon spirit in his hands in the four days.

The rarity of innate weapon spirits is far greater than that of innate magic weapons. Even the Immortal Emperor is not qualified to control a weapon spirit of that level...

The five little sword spirit girls in Ning Fan's sword bag were just mortals when they first met. Although Ning Fan later gave him five fairy swords and nurtured each other, they gradually rose to the level of fairy. But he wanted to

Promotion to acquired sword spirit is almost impossible...

It can be seen that it is difficult to improve the level of the weapon spirit.

The function of the weapon spirit is to enhance the magical power of the magic weapon.

If Ning Fan had a bow-type magic weapon with twelve acquired nirvana, and added a sub-innate level weapon spirit inside the bow, the power of that magic weapon would almost surpass the acquired limit and compete with the real innate magic weapon.

Down!

Weapon spirits of the same type can devour each other, thereby improving their own levels.

The Blood Bow Bow Spirit is a sub-innate level. The Candle Bow Bow Spirit is also a sub-innate level.

If the Zhu Gong Bow Spirit can swallow the Blood Bow Bow Spirit, even if it cannot advance to the innate level in one step, it can still greatly increase its own strength.

In the same way, if the Blood Bow Bow Spirit swallows the Candle Bow Bow Spirit, it will have the same effect...

The difficult thing in Ning Fan's mind is that he doesn't know which bow spirit to keep and devour the other bow spirit.

The blood bow and bow spirit is ferocious and uncontrollable; the candle bow and bow spirit is noisy and annoying, and often rebellious.

If Ning Fan had a third obedient bow spirit, he would definitely feed the two innate bow spirits in front of him as food...

"Blood Bow! Let me ask you, if I give you a chance to swallow this dragon horn bow, will you surrender to me?"

Ning Fan bent his finger towards the blood bow and slightly loosened the seal of the blood bow. The blood bow immediately transformed into a bloody boy.

The young man's eyes were cold and callous, and he did not answer Ning Fan's questions at all, nor did he even bother to look at Zhu Gong Gong Ling.

As soon as he appeared in human form, the young man immediately smiled cruelly. He showed his fangs and bit into Ning Fan.

Ning Fan shook his head and pointed towards the young man, causing the young man to grunt and transform into a bow again.

This young man only obeys Fan Lianxiu, and he is very brave, but it is a pity that he cannot be used by him. As a result, there is no room left...

The Blood Gong Gongling didn’t react to Ning Fan’s words, but the Candle Gong Gongling did!

When Zhu Gong Gong Ling heard that Ning Fan actually used the blood bow and gave up his own plan, he couldn't help but trembled, half out of anger and half out of fear.

Ning Fan was actually willing to feed him to the blood bow! He could even think of such an unscrupulous method!

"Master! What an outrageous idea you have! After all, Little Gong has been with you for decades. How can you feed Little Gong to a new little Gong spirit for the sake of it! You are always in love with the new and dislike the old!"

"Master, after all, Xiao Gong has taught you the spirit-reverse technique. There is no merit, but hard work. You, you, you, how could you do this to me!"

Seeing Ning Fan's unmoved expression, Zhu Gong Gong Ling was greatly frightened and wondered how he could think of a way to reverse Ning Fan's decision.

No matter what, he doesn't want to be eaten by other bow spirits...

"The blood bow is no longer useful, so we can only keep the candle bow..."

Ning Fan shook his head, pointed towards Zhu Gong, and slightly released the seal of Zhu Gong. Zhu Gong Gong Ling swayed and immediately transformed into an extremely wretched old man with a hunchback.

"Candle Bow! Let me ask you, if I give you the opportunity to devour the Blood Bow, how will you repay me! And what benefits will you bring to me!"

As soon as he heard this question, the hunchbacked old man transformed into Zhu Gong Gong Ling immediately knelt on the ground with a plop and cried with joy!

When Ning Fan asked this question, it meant that there was still a possibility of his survival. For him, this was great news!
To be continued...