Grasping Evil

That evening, the Mo family hosted a banquet and the four main households took turns to toast and entertain the young master Ningfan.

If people were still dissatisfied with Ning Fan, they would not be dissatisfied with him at this moment.

On the table, I'd rather have a smile.

And Ningfan's eyes fell on the black minerals again, and this time, he revealed a very puzzling look.

Familiar, strange, for a moment and a half, I can't remember.

Mo Rushui respectfully stood aside and did not dare to disturb Ningfan thinking.

And a moment later, Ningfan approached the Jade Table and touched the black mine. His face was uncertain.

There was no sound on the face, but there was a wave of shock in the heart.

“Joyful Iron... In Yin and Yang Changes, a type of divine iron is documented... This iron has no other use, the only use is to create a Joyful Secret... Ding Furnace Ring! One of the uses of this ring is to work with dual cultivation, make space, accommodate the dining furnace... With this object, Magic can catch hundreds of women, carry them with you...” Easy, talk well, let Wu Lan and Ink as water two women, both are eye-catching, but Ye Huan and Fangnuo two old men are extremely dissatisfied with Ning Fan.

Ningfan's liquor is terrible! Two glasses of liquor, they're actually shaking on foot. As a magician, the alcohol is not good. It's embarrassing!

No one is perfect?

The moonlight enters the house, the banquet is dispersed, the three heads of household bid farewell, there is only a light glass of ink left in the lobby, and there is nothing to do but lie at the wine table.

Ink red lips slightly, suddenly smiled, “Everyone's gone, Master Tang Qimei, still depends on his family to dress up drunk? ”

With the ink falling, the original drunken Ningfan, the light appeared in his eyes, the power swept, forcing him to smell like alcohol, smiling, "smiled. I'm afraid if I don't get drunk, I won't be able to do my job. Fairy Mo, can you tell me now about the iron burning of souls? ”

“Does the Young Lord want that spirit-burning iron? ”

“Nor do I have to. I just want to spiritualize Fabao. If the owner is in difficulty, I can attach other gods. ”

Ning Fan Zhang mouth, a dash of starlight flew out, and in his hand turned into a long sword of crystalline water, it was the separation, handed over to ink as water.

“This is the sword, Mo Fairy helps me to think about it. I don't know what kind of magic is attached to this sword, which is most appropriate. I don't know anything about spirituality. ”

Ink has taken over the Sword of Rift, didn't care at first. She is at least a 'Danbao' class spiritualist. It is not difficult to refine the Golden Xuan spiritual costume. At first glance, she saw that the sword was no match for the lower grades of the district.

There is a slight dissatisfaction in the heart, the secret saying, if it is the ‘burning of souls' iron, attached to the inferior treasure, isn't it buried in the name of ‘burning of souls'?

But once I took this sword, ink was a surprise, this sword, so light! It is not that the sword has no weight, but that the sword is held in the hand so that the human sword can be united as if it were his own arm, naturally unaware of its weight.

“‘Man and Sword Combined’... The man who refined this sword has a brilliant technique, far above his concubine...”

She praised wholeheartedly and dared not to underestimate the sword and carefully measure the severance.

Bright as stars, cold as autumn water, thin as cicada wings, Rin as Feilong... This sword is obviously just an elementary magic treasure, but it gives ink as a feeling, but cannot be described by the word 'shock’.

She frowned sometimes, sometimes red lips slightly flashed, sometimes joyful, sometimes confused, sometimes surprised, as if the look of a lifetime were used on her face.

And her eyes, staring over the sword body, that staring light, a shock in her heart, getting thicker and thicker.

“This is, this is… ask the Young Master, know the origin of this sword! ”

“I made this sword, I don't know how...” I preferred to pick up the chopsticks and eat the leftover dishes from the wine table.

He was poor all his life, and even fought with pigs and dogs at the most difficult times, wouldn't care about leftovers.

“What, is this sword really made by the Young Master?!” The ink is like a flower, full of stunning faces. Never thought I would admire the refiner master, but he is the young master in front of me.

“The Young Lord knows that this sword contains a tiny scrap of ancient stars...”

“Nature knows. I am a master and master of the ancient demon vein, enough to control this‘ ancient Divine Soldier '! ”

“Turns out the young lord knows. It seems that yesterday's" daylight star appearance "vision must have been provoked by the Young Lord... too ancient divine soldiers. I can't believe I have the privilege of seeing a concubine in this life... The Young Lord really wants to spiritualize this sword! ”

The inky look, there's a little leap to try. What a privilege it is for a spiritualist to be able to spiritualize the ancient Divine Soldiers!

“Nice, what kind of magic trick to add, but with Mo Fairy in charge.” Ningfan smiled slightly, giving Ink the right to decide, is a respect for the spiritualist.

“Hey... too ancient divine soldier, a great sword that can be promoted... if from the heart, concubines are extremely willing to attach 'burning souls' to the Young Lord. The Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual Spiritual. Never waste on this sword… with concubine ‘Danbao’ level of spirituality, can attach only one deity, if attaching other deities, without ‘burning souls’, some waste...”

Ink said to himself there, seemingly difficult to choose from, while Ningfan heard full of doubt, and he knew almost nothing about the art of spirituality.

Listening to ink like water, it seems like a magic treasure, you can attach a few magical powers, but she is not good enough, so you can attach only one.

Listen to the words of ink and spirituality for Pharaoh. You need 'Spirit Iron’. What spiritual iron is, I prefer not to know, does not prevent him from understanding. It must be some kind of peculiar immortal mine, which is essential when spirited.

The ‘burning’ iron of the soul, since it is called the ‘false’ level iron of the soul, can you imagine how precious it is?

In the memory of the Immortal Emperor, his eyes were amazing, and he could see that the ink looked like water, as if she was in difficulty, and could not attach a 'burning soul' to the sword.

“If Mo Fairy is in trouble, don't attach 'Burning Souls’.” If Fan shook his head and smiled, he didn't really value the spiritual spirit, just attached one, the conversation was better than nothing.

“The difficulty is that there are some... First of all, the soul-burning iron, belongs to the owner of Korea City. The concubine dares to ask the young lord a few words. The young lord asks himself, can he have the right to use this object? ”

“Well, I suppose so. I have a life and death relationship with my teacher... with him, he wants to come and make a scene, but he won't get really angry...”

Fan smiled and shook his head. If the old devil knew he had used his soul iron, he would have jumped like a thunder and shouted ‘I lost’.

But the old devil just said, "It's not really angry. The old devil is very generous to himself."

“Really, the young lord and the city lord seem to get along very well...” Mo Rushui looked deeply at Ning Fan.

As far as she knows, the old devil has received numerous disciples. Although he treats each disciple well, he has never treated any disciple so well. Looks like the two of them are very much in opposition.

If Ink knew that Fan was the culprit of countless rainfall monsters pursuing him, rather than the old devil, she would not ask more questions.

Divorce from the First World War, rather than entrust life and death to the old devil, their friendship can be described as apprenticeship, or annual intercourse. The old devil is very casual, but the old devil is also spilled.

The ink sighed and sighed, but it was the wretched affair of the old devil. It is rare to know that the old devil once received a traitor and was betrayed by his disciples... Fortunately, the apprentice who received this harvest was not such a traitor...

If you want to come to Ningfan and to the old devil, this apprenticeship affair is a rare fate.

“Since the Young Lord is confident to use this iron, the concubine herself will not say much. Then concubine, recommend the Young Lord, attach the 'burning soul’ to this sword. Just one more question…”

“Oh? What's the difficulty, but it doesn't matter. Although I know the Spirit, other insights are quite good, and may help Mo Fairy solve the trouble...”

“Another problem… is that the iron burning of the soul is contaminated by a strange magic mine… the spiritual effect may be greatly discounted, and the young master should be informed in advance of this.” Mo Rushui Dai apologized, as a spiritualist, attached a flawed magic talent to the Guest, but it was discredited.

“Oh? Soul burning iron, contaminated by the Ore? Interesting... Mo Fairy could take Ning to see the Soul Iron Burner, maybe Ning is sure to wash the Soul Iron, maybe. ”

“If that is the case, the concubine must be the Young Lord, accompanied by the most perfect god!” The ink rose with joy, in the eyes, with a hint of fanaticism. Without a little patience, and despite the fact that the sky is late, we should take Ningfan to see the iron.

Does this make Ning Fan quite speechless, famous spiritualists and refiners, all alchemists?

…

In the Mozia treasure room, the ink moved somewhere, and the ground suddenly revealed a deep tunnel that led to nowhere.

Ningfan went down the tunnel with ink, I'm afraid he went down to the bottom of the earth.

Deepest, there is a three-pronged secret chamber, cast in ‘broken silver’. Not only is this immortal mine hard in texture, but it also has a wonderful effect of shielding the mind. It is extremely precious, and I can't believe it was cast into a secret chamber like ink.

In the secret room, nothing is empty but the center, with a jade table with a half red and half black iron ore on the table.

The red half, with a slight burning heat, preferred to perceive with deity, one who did not pay attention, was burned by the fire to a tiny bit of deity. But if the idols had withdrawn in time, they would have been hurt.

Is this soul-burning iron? Unexpectedly, you can burn minds. If you attach this magic to the sword and cut out a sword, can you cut even the enemy's mind?

Virtual level of divinity, can't be underestimated...