It must be very painful...

After Ning Fan calmed down his mind, his breath became even, and he swallowed the Dao Fruit in one gulp.

And a body of immortal veins, under the power of Dao Fruit, quickly merges with spirits.

18 pulses, 19 pulses...30 pulses!

40 pulses, 50 pulses...100 pulses!

At the moment when the hundred veins merged with the spirit, Ning Fan's momentum rose sharply, and the power in the middle stage of the spirit fusion shook the wind and snow all over the sky.

The sky was getting brighter, and he stood up suddenly facing the purple vapor of the rising sun. He breathed in the morning air and felt refreshed.

The most comfortable things in the world are only two things. One is dual cultivation, and the other is the feeling of comfort all over the body when one's cultivation reaches a breakthrough!

"Is this the middle stage of soul fusion? It's very strong! Compared to last night, the mana is twice as much!"

Daoguo is a good thing...

He closed his eyes and stood in the snow, calming down his agitated mood.

The Tianli Sect has been destroyed and his younger brother has been rescued. From today on, whether he is cultivating Taoism, cultivating the truth, cultivating immortals, or cultivating demons, he will only pursue the path of being strong, nothing more.

That night, in the Hehuan Sect, the old demon kicked the sect under the moon. His powerful figure was imprinted in Ning Fan's heart, and perhaps it will become his lifelong pursuit.

"Calculating the time, it's almost time to go to the Ghost Bird Sect. The unscrupulous old devil seems to have sold me to the Ghost Bird Sect as his son-in-law..."

Ning Fan shook his head. He really didn't like that Lanmei, but if she behaved better, he would get a wife for nothing, which would not be unacceptable.

Wave your palm, and a bit of cold light, like starlight, flows in the palm of your hand. This sword is called Zhanli, and it will not change.

"However, there are too many impurities in the Zhanli Sword and it is not pure enough... Si Wuxie's refining skills are really poor... I'll open the furnace and refining it..."

In fact, it's not that Si Wuxie's level is poor, but that Ning Fan's vision is too high.

When he thought of Si Wuxie, Ning Fan's expression turned cold and he turned around and headed towards the weapon refining room.

In the wind and snow, Ning Fan walked away on the snow. After Ning Fan left, Dugu floated out from the grave. His beautiful eyes looked at the direction Ning Fan left, feeling faintly disappointed for some reason.
Chapter completed!