He won a great victory and destroyed the Nine Nether Sword Immortal of the Dizang Sect, but only paid the price of immortal martial arts. Such a record was like giving chicken blood to the people of the Buri Palace.

Will the people from the Ksitigarbha Sect call over?

If it doesn’t exist, we have Ning Daxian!

Is the Ksitigarbha Venerable of the Ksitigarbhamen very powerful?

If it doesn’t exist, we have Ning Daxian!

No matter what you say...

Anyway, we have Ning Daxian!

How does this feel?

If you put it on the earth, only Americans feel this way. I am the world's number one, and everyone here at the United Nations is a scumbag. None of you can beat me!

People in the Buri Palace now have this feeling, and are proud of being a Buri Palace, walking with the wind and working vigorously. No matter who they are, they are very full of emotions and are full of hope for the future.

What is a sense of superiority?

This is the sense of superiority.

Nearly priority!

No matter how first!

Not only will it be the most important!

Every person is the best!

Except for the fairy martial artist who was killed by Azhu.

There is also the real person in the near future.

After destroying the Nine Nether Sword Immortal, Ning Tao did not feel relaxed as if he had relieved the crisis.

In the golden house, Ning Tao looked at the Three-Life Cauldron, was silent for a long time before speaking out: "I guess the army of Dizang Sect will come soon. Next time, there will definitely be a few or dozens of people. There may be hundreds, or even thousands, which is really a headache."

This is what makes him feel very stressed. Even if he can fight, he can't fight with hundreds or thousands of immortal martial arts. Two fists can't beat four hands, let alone the other party has hundreds or thousands of hands. Not to mention, even if the other party greets each other with magical instrument, it will be hundreds or thousands of magical instruments. Not to mention magic, even if it hits him, he can leave, but what about the two thousand people here?

Xunxian in the South Gate was also very beautiful. Faced with such a situation, she had no good idea. But she knew that her husband would definitely not give up on the people here, and for her, this was actually the biggest trouble.

The insect face on the Three Life Cauldron opened its eyes and showed a cute smile: "Ning Aiqing, Sister Fairy, aren't I still there? I can cast spells to release the fog, add incense, and then eat it."

Ning Tao said: "Is your fog unbreakable?"

Chong Er said: "There is no way to break in this world, and my fog can definitely be broken."

"Then you're just talking nonsense." Ning Tao said.

Cuckold 2: "I..."

Its incense-filled fog is indeed powerful, and ordinary immortals cannot break it. Qingyun Mountain is an example. Until it was eaten by it, Qingyun Mountain thought that he had won the victory and reached the peak of his life. However, Ning Tao just blinked his eyes and walked out of the hallucination and was not affected anymore. It can be seen that the leader of the Ksitigarbha Sect, the Mumentian of the Ksitigarbha Sect, would not take its fog into consideration.

"Ninglang, if there is a temple tripod, when will you build a temple?" Xunxian from Nanmen asked.

Ning Tao said: "Build tonight."

Nanmen Xunxian said, "Is the materials enough?"

Ning Tao said: "If the materials are not enough, I'll see how much materials I have in my hand."

He took off the Big Sun Gourd and began to release the spiritual material.

Instead of thinking about unsolvable things, it is better to do something practical.

All the spiritual materials that can be used to build temples were released, including several coffin boards of the ghost coffin.

The couple started to select spiritual materials together and then started building a temple.

The coffin board of the ghost coffin played a huge role. Ning Tao split several coffin boards, some made walls, some made pillars. Other wooden spiritual materials were also used to make rafters.

The insect stood on two or three legs, watching a small wooden house slowly being built, but when it saw Ning Tao using the coffin board as the door panel, it finally couldn't help it and said, "Ning Aiqing, this is your temple, my place to stay. I think it's really a bit...inappropriate, right?"

Ning Tao said: "It is an extraordinary time now. I don't dislike my own temple. What do you dislike?"

Confucius's little mouth moved, but nothing was said.

It whispers, but the man who is watching the temple with a coffin board can use his fingers to bounce the existence of his forehead. Does it have any opinions important in the face of such a dictator?

Two more hours passed, and a small wooden house more than one person was built. All the spiritual materials released from the Big Sun Gourd were used up, but they were still a little short of it.

The cabin has walls, doors, rafters, but no tiles.

"I'm still missing some spiritual materials, otherwise we can build this temple tonight." Nanmen Xunxian felt a little regretful.

Ning Tao thought for a while: "Or, why don't I remove the bed board of Tianci Tiancai's birth bed to make tiles..."

Before he could finish his words, Nanmen Xunxian interrupted him: "I don't agree. I have no objection to what you use to build a tile house, but I can't use the Tianci Tiancai bed."

Tianci was born a bed that she liked to sleep the most, and it was extremely happy to be opened on it. She was reluctant to let Ning Tao demolish the bed to build a tile house.

"It seems that we have to find some spiritual materials." Ning Tao said that he had no idea where to find spiritual materials. Even in the fairy world, spiritual materials are not everywhere, and some top-quality spiritual materials are hard to come by.

Chong Er suddenly said, "Ning Aiqing, I just thought of a way to wish you a temple tonight."

Ning Tao's heart moved: "What method did you think of?"

Chong Er said: "I just thought of a secret method of making tiles, using spiritual soil, fairy grass and yin silk as materials, combined with the magic spell, to refine the Butian tiles."

"Bu Tianwa?" Ning Tao heard it for the first time, and he was very curious.

Chong Er said: "The materials for the Good and Evil Cauldron were brought to the mortal world to build a temple. "

"What's the use of repairing the sky tiles?" Nanmen Xunxian couldn't help but ask curiously.

Chong Er said proudly: "The Butian Tile is covered in the temple, connecting the world to the ground, moving in the void is endless, and moving in Tianwai Clinic relies on the magic power of Butian Tile."

Ning Tao said excitedly: "This method is good. I have spiritual land. I have obtained some fairy grass from the treasure house of the Seven Immortals, but I lacked Yin Silk..."

He glanced at Nanmen Xunxian.

The jade face of the Nanmen Xunxian suddenly turned red.

Then, her voice appeared in Ning Tao's mind: "Look at what I'm doing, you don't know I don't have it."

Ning Tao: “…”

At this moment, the voice of Pixiu Jinzang came from outside the door: "Master, Fairy Miao is asking for a visit."

Ning Tao's eyes suddenly lit up: "Hurry, call her in!"

It's really time to come!

The small dilapidated temple lacks a piece of lawn, and the lawn comes.

Song Qingyin walked in and paid a regular visit to Master’s wife. Then she said, “Master, there are more than a hundred people coming down from the mountain gate, and there are several immortals leading the way. They said that their village was destroyed and they wanted to come to join us. I asked them to wait, and I came to ask Master’s opinion, Supreme, Master, are you going to see them or ask me to go back and send them away?”

Ning Tao said: "Come on the people and settle down for the time being. In the future, more people will come to join us. This must be done well, and those who come to join us cannot be scruples."

"Disciple is going now." Song Qingyin said, turning around and leaving.

"Wait." Ning Tao called her and said seriously: "Leave this to Jinzang. If you stay, you have a more important thing to leave to you. This is related to the future development of the Buri Palace and the more than two lives on this mountain."

Song Qingyin looked stern and said solemnly: "Master, what task is so important? Even if you are crushed to pieces, you must complete the task!"

Ning Tao said: "This... Jinzang, go down and let someone bring those refugees up!"

"Yes, master." Pixiu Jinzang left.

Song Qingyin still looked at Ning Tao with eyes: "Master, what is the task?"

Ning Tao said: "Yes..."

It's really hard to talk about.

Song Qingyin blinked her black eyes, her eyes full of confusion.

What's wrong with Master?

Nanmen Xunxian came over and grabbed Song Qingyin's hand: "Qingyin, come to the side and talk to me."

Song Qingyin nodded, then followed Nanmen Xunxian to a corner.

Nanmen Xunxian leaned against her ear and muttered to her.

Song Qingyin was stunned, and there was nothing on her pretty face. She looked at Ning Tao from the corner of her eyes, but found that Ning Tao was looking up at the ceiling above her head.

"Do you want to?" Nanmen Xunxian asked softly.

Song Qingyin bit her cherry lips lightly, feeling ashamed, but she still nodded.

Master wants to ask, but Master’s wife asks her, can she not give it?

That kind of spiritual material is actually just embarrassing and embarrassing. It is not precious. It is like a leek. After cutting this crop, it will grow again every once in a while.

"What are you two standing here?" Nanmen Xunxian reminded.

Ning Tao then realized: "Well, go out for something for me if you have something to do."

He pulled his legs and left.

Song Qingyin sighed in her heart.
To be continued...