The village chief and the people who talked about it were extremely happy at this time, and felt that Leng Xing would finally not continue.

They knew there that Cold Star had given them another giant surprise.

Leng Xing has not touched the formation for several days.

He kept holding the restored fan and accompanied it day and night.

When eating, don't put it on your clothes.

When you go up the mountain to chop wood, you don't even wear it around your waist.

Even when I go to the toilet, I don't let go of this fan.

Of course, if he has nothing to do, he will also carve it on the top of this fan at will.

The people in the village felt that Leng Xing was already a demonic barrier, and when they saw him, they sighed again and again, and they also felt some pity in their mouths.

However, Leng Xing didn't care about their gaze, and continued to do what he wanted to do.

He felt that the current fan and him had become one.

This lasted for three months.

One day three months later, Leng Xing was in the house, taking a nap, and the fan was placed on his chest.

"Cold Star, Cold Star......

A person was at the door of Leng Xing's house, shouting cautiously.

But Leng Xing didn't respond, so he opened the door and walked in.

Seeing that Leng Xing was still sleeping soundly at this time, he didn't wake him up.

Instead, he stepped aside, ready to find something.

He came over today, just to find Leng Xing to ask for something that could depict the formation, and he also wanted to practice the depiction of the formation.

However, seeing Leng Xing sleeping, he was ready to take some things and leave.

In the evening, I came to find Leng Xing and talked to him.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he just reached for a flute on Leng Xing's table.

I saw the fan in Leng Feng's arms and flew towards him.

And the whole body of this fan exudes light, and the position of the tip of the fan vaguely feels a killing intent.

The man was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

The fan floated in the air, motionless, but there was no change in the breath.

The man hurried out.

The moment he went out, he saw Leng Xing, who was still sleeping at this time.

After he went out, the fan closed the door, and through the crack in the door, the fan was floating above the cold star.

As if on the defensive.

"What's going on?" This person was stupid, this kind of earth-shattering thing, he had to tell the village chief as soon as possible.

The people on the Sisheng Continent.

At this time, they were a little dumbfounded, and they all looked shocked.

They all looked at the people of the Formation Sect and the Refining Weapon Sect, wondering what was going on.

This kind of thing, they are unheard of.

Even if a weapon produces a machine spirit, it will take a long, long time, how can it succeed now.

And you know, machine spirits have no feelings, they only have instincts.

Obviously, the machine spirit in this fan feels very different from the normal machine spirit.

Besides.

A mortal, on an ordinary fan, carved out the formation, and produced a machine spirit.

And this machine spirit is still conscious, who will believe it.

The three of them snorted coldly: "These people always feel rare and strange."

"Why can't Leng Xing cultivate, don't forget that he is the reincarnation of the Pangu Great God."

"The mouth that no one can seal, he can, he can make such an immortal weapon, and the immortal weapon has a machine spirit, so what can he have."

Angel nodded, "That's it, my son-in-law...... No, my Highness is the best, the strongest."

Huai'er also nodded in agreement.

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When the village chief and the talker heard about it, they found Leng Xing again and brought him back to their residence.

Leng Xing hadn't woken up yet, and he was woken up by the village chief at this time.

He opened his hazy eyes and sniffed, "What's wrong......

"What's going on......

In his impression, except for something big happening, or he didn't have spiritual power before and could still depict the Sanpin Sword, other times, there would not be so many people in the village.

The village chief looked at Leng Xing with interest: "You have trained that broken fan into an immortal weapon, and you have also produced a tool spirit, release it for us to see."

Only then did Leng Xing know what was going on, and he nodded.

He took the fan out of his bosom and threw it in the air.

The fan floated in an instant, and it circled around the cold star.

From the tip of the fan, everyone was surprised when they saw a burst of light.

The fan seemed to think they didn't believe it, and flew out of the door, splitting the stone condensed from the volcanic ash outside in half in an instant.

At this scene, the village chief and the people who talked about it were suddenly dumbfounded.

For them, using spiritual power to manipulate weapons is actually something that can be done casually.

But Leng Xing is different, he has no spiritual power, these are simply made by the fan himself.

This is somewhat surprising.

Leng Xing is now able to confront the monks.

"You, genius, really a genius, God bless my Formation Sect." The village chief shouted loudly.

Even some of the talkers knelt in front of Leng Xing.

Originally, everyone thought that in the future, the people of the Formation Law Sect would be imprisoned for the rest of their lives, and the descendants would also be insulted for the rest of their lives.

However, what Leng Xing did at this time made them feel hopeful.

Now, Leng Xing can make immortal weapons and produce instrument spirits, which is equivalent to their formation sect, and they have the ability to resist which black-clothed monks.

If there are enough materials, if there are enough items, Leng Xing will create more.

Then they can be freed from the title of sinners forever.

Even if you can't get rid of it, at least the juniors won't be bullied in the future.

Leng Xing was like their savior at this time.

That's why they're so excited.

The people on the Sisheng Continent.

Looking at this scene at this time, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Where there is oppression, there will be resistance, if it weren't for the fact that some black-clothed monks did too much, it is estimated that the people of the Formation Law Sect at that time would not be so excited."

"I think it's quite normal, you see that we misunderstood Emperor Yan before, and then didn't we also resist, this is human nature."

"But, you see, there were quite a few Heavenly Demon Clans on the continent at that time, and if these people really fought, wouldn't the Heavenly Demon Clan take advantage of the fisherman's profits?"

"By the way, it hasn't appeared yet, when did that opening disappear completely, and how did this hell gate come out."

Everyone looked at the picture overhead, and everyone began to discuss.

There was a look of doubt in their eyes at this time.

According to the previous image, the gates of hell themselves are in the air.

So, how did the mouth become the gate of hell?

How did the last opening disappear?

Who is behind the mouth to obstruct Leng Qiuran from closing again and again?

These questions suddenly came to mind.