Top practice training ground.

More than thirty years have passed. At this moment, there is a silver-white stick floating in front of Ning Qi. The silver stick is engraved with dense special patterns. Even Ning Qi, who has practiced to the first level of the Nine Prisons Tempering Technique, cannot see the mystery of these patterns. This shows that Ning Qi's weapon refining technique is far from the level of being able to refine the best spiritual weapon.

Countless immortal spirit auras surged out of Ning Qi's body, wrapping up the Panlong stick, constantly refining the remaining immortal spirits on it.

In the first year, the Panlong Stick was still extremely dark, just like garbage, and there was no secret of it. However, as time passed, the fairy spirit energy continued to be refined, and the black rust on the Panlong Stick was peeling off bit by bit, and its true face gradually appeared in front of Ning Qi.

"There are a total of 108 levels of immortal spirit forbidden methods on this. I have refined it to the 93rd level. In a short time, I will be able to successfully refine this object..."

It is said in the first level of the Nine Prisons Tempering Technique that the grade of spiritual weapons is divided according to the forbidden methods of immortal spirits. The lowest-grade lower-grade spiritual weapons are also engraved with three levels of immortal spirit bans. Each level of immortal spirit ban contains tens of thousands of immortal spirit auras. Ning Qi can only break through the first level after countless erosion and refining!

Eight years later.

When the last level of the immortal spirit forbidden method was refined by Ning Qi, a dazzling silver light burst out from the Panlong Stick, and the surging immortal spirit aura surged out of its body, sucking and spitting like clouds and mist.

A faint connection was connected with Ning Qi's mind from the Panlong Stick. This Panlong Stick seemed to become Ning Qi's third arm.

"rise!"

Ning Qi thought, and the dragon stick in front of him surged wildly, soaring into the sky, like a pillar connecting the sky and the earth!

"Small!"

In the blink of an eye, the Panlong stick turned into the size of a silver needle and floated in front of Ning Qi.

"Isn't this Ruyi Golden Cudgel?"

Ning Qi looked strange.

In Journey to the West, Sun Wukong took such a big or small stick and pierced the heavenly court. The dragon stick in front of Ning Qi is similar to the Ruyi Golden Cudgel depicted in it!

With a slight change of thought, the Panlong stick turned into the size of an ordinary stick. Ning Qi reached out to pinch it, and felt his whole body sinking.

"This weight..."

A hint of surprise flashed from Ning Qi's eyes. The weight of the Panlong Stick was beyond his expectations. Ning Qi's body was the Dharma image of the immortal emperor for all time, and he was practicing the Dragon and Elephant Art of Suppressing Prison. His power was many times greater than that of ordinary monks. Even if he lifted a mountain, it would be easy.

But the dragon stick in front of him actually made him feel the meaning of "heavy", which shows how terrifying its weight has reached.

"I wonder if the half-step Creation-level monk can withstand this stick?"

Ning Qi smiled faintly, without mentioning other mysterious aspects of the Panlong Stick, and simply swinging, the attack strength would probably be difficult to take on the existence of the creation level in half a step.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the top-quality spiritual weapon Panlong stick!"

"Panlong stick special effect: destroy all methods, improve the host's cultivation speed, and has a three-fold damage bonus to the dragon clan (true dragon)."

"Download all things, is it a one-force reduction of ten times? Is it a good effect to increase the host's practice speed, but the brackets after the dragon clan have three times the damage bonus. Could it be..."

Ning Qi touched his chin and said that there was a real dragon, and there must be a pseudo-dragon. The clan represented by Xiaoliu should be a real dragon. After all, its shape is very different from the dragon clan here, it is a snake-body and dragon head. The dragon clan here is a bit like a lizard with a pair of wings.

"In short, no matter whether the Panlong stick has any damage bonus to the pseudo dragon, this top-quality spiritual weapon has a very obvious bonus to my combat power. If you face Yue Feng, maybe just one stick, as for Lie Kong..."

A hint of expectation appeared in Ning Qi's eyes.

To kill the snake, you must be completely killed. If you want to attack Lie Kong, you must kill the Lieyang Master. The family behind them will be destroyed!

Ning Qi intentionally or unintentionally inquired about the affairs of Venerable Lieyang. In addition to being the elder of the Piaomiao Sect, he also has a very large family behind him. There are two creators like him, half-step creation level, and more than ten people, and hundreds of billions of creatures in the family land!

Ning Qi's current strength is far from enough to destroy such a family.

So he will need a little time, just a little!

With a thought, the dragon stick turned into silver juice, condensed on Ning Qi's wrist, and became a wrist guard.

"It's your time."

Ning Qi smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed it, and the Jiuyun Divine Bell appeared in his hand. Perhaps he felt that his master had left the seclusion. This time the Jiuyun Divine Bell was very moving. As soon as it appeared, it started to make a buzzing sound. The sound waves were heading in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

"This speed is much faster than the speed of sound. Are you planning to send a signal to your master?"

Ning Qi smiled lightly and patted the Jiuyun Divine Bell.

The Nine Consort Divine Bell suddenly rang like a bell. Ning Qi felt a heavy blow in his chest, and his body couldn't help but take three steps back.

"Like the sound?"

Ning Qi's face changed slightly, and the Panlong stick appeared in his hand again, and he lashed heavily at the Jiuyun Divine Bell.

Buzz ~

With the Nine Aggregation Divine Bell as the center, a loud noise with extremely strong lethality sounded instantly, the clouds in the sky were scattered, and the top of the mountain seemed to be swept by the strong wind. Ning Qi, the most central one, suffered about 80% of the pressure, but these pressures were relieved by the Panlong Stick!

"Is this the effect of destroying all things?"

A hint of joy appeared in Ning Qi's eyes. He could clearly feel that the Panlong Stick shared 99% of the damage from the Jiuyun Divine Bell!

"Let you ring!"

Ning Qi hit the Jiuyun Divine Bell with another stick.

Buzz ~

"Roar again!"

Buzz ~

"continue!"

Buzz ~

After hundreds of consecutive hits, the sound of the Jiuyun Divine Bell became more dull and weaker and weaker. In the end, it could not even make any sound. There were many dense patterns on it, such as cracks knocked out by the Panlong stick, and like special patterns on it.

Ning Qi put away the dragon stick and stepped forward and patted it lightly. The Jiuyun Divine Bell did not ring again, but instead conveyed a sense of fear.

"If I had known this, why would I have to knock you for more than a hundred times?"

Ning Qi seemed to be smiling but a serious look flashed in his eyes. The Nine Constant Divine Bell could be knocked so many times by the Panlong Stick without wasting it. Is this level also the best?

Then he began to check the forbidden methods on the Nine Consort Divine Bell. At the earliest, Ning Qi had tried to refine a little, but his cultivation was limited, only a little bit at the edges and corners.

After seeing this, Ning Qi found the mystery on the Jiuyun Divine Bell!
Chapter completed!