So much so that he regretted what he did today.

But who is he, Lin Zhize, as long as he decides things for himself, he will not regret it.

Lin Zhize resolutely started refining the weapon, this time he may have been lucky, he actually sensed a little natural frequency, but it was difficult to master.

So he tried for more than ten days, and during this time, those disciples outside the wall had become numb, and they almost no longer watched the red dragon, nor did they care about any explosives and fireworks, for them, these things were just ordinary things, and when the dragon fell, it would always rise.

When the fireworks go out, they will always explode again.

So they simply formed a circle and began to gamble, and their gambling lottery turned out to be a few circles of light that would burst out the next time it exploded.

Just such an extremely serious refining top-level matter turned into a gamble.

For the world outside the walls, Lin Zhize didn't pay attention to it at all, he had always been understanding the frequency of heaven and earth.

It was extremely weak, even dozens of times weaker than the spirit nose sensed the spirit match.

This had already reached the limit of the Spirit Nose, so even if Lin Zhize sensed the existence of that frequency, he still couldn't control it.

Now Lin Zhize realized why immortal treasures are so rare, and the most difficult thing is to comprehend the rules.

However, all immortal treasures themselves either come from the aura condensation when the heavens and the earth first opened, or they are the result of the painstaking efforts of some refining masters.

This shows how difficult it is to refine an immortal treasure.

Lin Zhize now also deeply feels a sense of powerlessness.

But he won't give up, he will continue to sense until he grasps that ethereal frequency.

Lin Zhize kept trying, and the fireworks were staged non-stop.

The materials of the entire room were finally consumed little by little, but even so, Lin Zhize still did not find the frequency know-how.

So he instructed the ghost dao to collect refining materials again, and also asked people to bring dozens of tripod weapons.

Lin Zhize felt that refining the weapon again and again was too time-consuming, and he needed to increase the number to speed up the comprehension of that frequency.

For a while, dozens of Ding furnaces were arranged in the courtyard, and the red fireworks rushed into the sky together, instantly igniting the entire void.

Countless people stared at this scene in amazement, they had never seen such a refining maniac.

After a long time, another firework exploded.

Then countless fireworks debris fell, forming a cloud of light and shadow.

It danced like a flame, like a snowflake.

And Lin Zhize, who was surrounded by flames, was like an old monk in his meditation, and his whole person was integrated into the perception of the frequency of heaven and earth.

He had been in this state for more than ten days, if it weren't for the fact that he had cast spells at the furnace from time to time.

The ghost slave thought he was petrified.

Lin Zhize suddenly roared, and then the furnace gates opened one by one, and one after another the crimson dragons rushed into the sky. Then the fireworks in the sky burst out again, this time the entire heavenly realm was red, making the sky as red as blood.

Lin Zhize kept staring at the void, as if he wanted to find a trace of understanding from the explosion.

However, the power of nature was nothing, so that his spiritual nose could not turn back.

So Lin Zhize began to repeat again, dozens of Ding furnaces were refilled, and the crimson flames were reflected on his face again.

The eyebrows and a small tuft of beard are also dyed red.

Lin Zhize is now in the youth stage, and his lips have a slight mustache.

That's because in the past ten days, he has not taken care of his own ancient times.

Even the hair strands became a little fluffy and messy.

It's just that the inherent momentum in his body makes him sharper.

Standing there is like a knife, so that no one dares to approach.

At this time, the ghost Dao's eyes turned, and he narrowed his triangular eyes and stared at the entrance of the hall.

The ghost slave came up and said, "You want to be lazy?"

Ghost Dao hurriedly retracted his gaze and shook his head: "How come, I know if they are still there."

The ghost slave snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter if they're not there, the master doesn't care about their feelings."

The ghost said, "But those are all master worshippers."

The ghost slave sneered: "The master doesn't need worshippers, what the master needs is immortal treasures."

Ghost Dao frowned: "You say, the master can really refine into immortal treasures?"

The ghost slave said very firmly: "Of course, the master is omnipotent, what about the immortal treasure."

The ghost was staggering, he felt that the ghost slave had already been touched, and he didn't even have a little opinion.

The ghost slave stared at him coldly: "The master said that you are a guy who is not in your heart, if you dare to do something unfavorable to the master, I will be the first to kill you."

Ghost Dao felt stared at by a ghost slave, like being stared at by a poisonous snake, and he felt uncomfortable.

Onido hurriedly dodged his eyes and said, "How could I betray my master."

The ghost slave snorted coldly: "I hope you won't."

Ghost Dao hurriedly swallowed his tongue and said, "I'll go and prepare materials for the master, and you continue to keep guard."

So saying, he ran to the temple gate desperately.

The ghost slave glanced at him coldly, and finally turned back, staring at all the movement outside.

Right now, Lin Zhize is in a kind of meditation, and it is also when he is most vulnerable.

That's why the ghost slave is so vigilant.

Lin Zhize didn't know anything about the episode between the two ghosts, and now he was in that fugue state again.

He seemed to enter a kind of heaven and earth rule, rotating with the continuous system of rules.

But they were never able to master them.

Sensei said that he mastered, even if he comprehended even a little, he couldn't do it.

But he tried again and again, but he seemed to touch something.

It makes his refining weapon slightly attract the power of nature.

Especially at the moment when he opened the ding last time, the moment when his dozens of crimson dragons flew out, one of them brought a trace of ripples of natural rules.

Although it was very slight, it still attracted Lin Zhize's attention.

It's a pity that the slightest ripple still failed to hold on, and finally exploded.

However, this also gave Lin Zhize a glimmer of hope.

At least he could be sure that there was nothing wrong with the direction of his refining weapon.

So he increased the frequency of refining the weapon, almost day and night, for another seven days.

For the next seven days, he was like a madman who kept unleashing fireworks.

made the entire Xuantian Temple a night sky.

In the end, the Xuantian disciples all gave this place a nickname, called the Flame Hall.

A few days ago, the temple gate had been empty.

Those who were curious had also lost patience from the countless failed fireworks, and they were all sure that Lin Zhize's refining would not succeed.

So they didn't bother to continue to enjoy the fireworks.

Put in the ghost slave and the ghost road is still as conscientious as ever.

At least that's the case with the ghost slaves.

The ghost path is caused by the coercion of the ghost slave.

Huge pillars of fireworks continued to emerge, and they could be seen dozens of miles away from Xuantian Sect.

In this way, this strange scene will spread in the immortal city.

Many good deeds have even rumored that something big is going to happen to Xuantian Sect, and some people say that there is an earth dragon vein in Xuantian Palace.

In short, there are various versions, but no one knows about Lin Zhize's refining.

The matter of the Xuantian Sect has been classified as a secret.

The Emperor of the Inner Realm in the Deep Lock Palace City knew the details, and the Shadow Guard had already passed the news into the palace.

"Stinky boy, I still want to refine the immortal treasure by myself, this is almost an idiot's dream, the third-level immortal realm has long been sealed by the divine calamity, there will be no more than the third-level immortal treasure born here, never, otherwise, for tens of thousands of years, no one will refine the immortal treasure?" said the realm emperor in an extremely determined tone.

The shadow leader hesitated and said, "As far as I know, that kid became so crazy after being defeated by an immortal treasure."

The Realm Emperor's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head: "Impossible, no one can bring the Immortal Treasure into the third-level Immortal Realm, even the ninth-level Immortal Venerable couldn't do it back then."

The Shadow Leader explained, "It is said that that kid is the little seventh brother, the ruler of the new business district."

"It's him" The emperor raised his eyebrows: "It's an interesting young man, it's really good to let the two of them fight."

The shadow leader said, "The Emperor of the Realm, why don't we go find that little seventh brother to confirm."

The Realm Emperor shook his head and said, "No need, even if he really has the Immortal Treasure in his hand, it will be harmless to us, on the contrary, he will become our help sooner or later."

The shadow looked confused, "Why?"

The Realm Emperor smiled hideously: "He, like that kid, is the admirer of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Oh, the shadow nodded, and there was a hint of strangeness in her eyes.

It's just that he didn't dare to be noticed by the Realm Emperor.

The light and shadow changed, and upstairs at the banquet, Huangfu stared at the burning cloud-like Xuantian Palace.

She didn't know whether to be happy or sad, and the Xuantian Sect ceremony was repeatedly postponed.

That also means that she will finally face the two Immortal Venerables, and the scene of proposing marriage has been postponed.

But she knew very well that her marriage with the reincarnation of that Immortal Ancestor was almost unstoppable.

Therefore, the Realm Emperor needed to rely on the forces of the Xuantian Sect.

And he will become a victim of power, like many princesses before. Although the emperor said that she was married, she made her own decisions.

But that's just talking, for an empire, for a realm emperor. Such promises have never been extinguished and never kept.

Huangfu Yanran didn't hate Lin Zhize, but she couldn't accept him as her husband.

And that young man, they are the same, they are all the same.

But how could Huangfu Yanran's heart accommodate another person.

Therefore, Huangfu Yanran refused to marry like this, but as an imperial princess, she had no right to refuse.

The only thing she could do now was to trust Destiny, the mysterious voice within the wheel.

Perhaps he is the only one who can save himself.

Huangfu Yanran remembered that he had experienced everything in the wheel again, and it felt like a dream.

Because what she went through was something else.

She didn't know if the person's experience was real or fake, but she trusted the person anyway.

Or rather, she was moved by his persistence.

If it weren't for the last bit of faith, she might have really fallen in love with that man.

It's just that her heart is dead and she won't fall in love with anyone again.

But she decided to trust that person as much as he trusted him before.

Although she couldn't see the man's face, it felt very familiar.

He seemed to be a shadow of someone.

However, Huangfu Yanran didn't want to expose anything, after all, she still couldn't accept anyone in her heart.

Huangfu Yanran was silent for a long time before raising his head, with a hint of confusion in his wonderful eyes: "Could it be that this is a sign of the heavenly fire, and the foreshadowing that the moment you see the heavenly fire, you will keep walking towards the north and don't look back."

Huangfu Yanran stared at the heavenly fire above the Xuantian Sect, her eyes became determined, she knew that that person would not deceive her.

So he began to walk north.

Everyone was attracted by the heavenly fire, and they didn't know anything about the departure of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

By the time they reflected, it was already three days later.

On the northern plain of the twilight, a pretty figure galloped slowly.

She had a mount because her mount had been ridden away by Lo Veral.

She can only walk at the moment.

Three days and nights of walking made her thousands of miles away.

She didn't know where she was going or what her ultimate goal was.

Because the man just said, let yourself go all the way.

Huangfu Yanran was like a lost lamb, constantly walking towards the north, walking and walking.

On the way, the world gradually became more open, and the mountains and rivers were gradually smoothed out.

Finally she was in a wilderness.

At this moment, a lamp was lit in the distance, which was originally very small, but in this gray-brown sky, it looked so eye-catching.

Huangfu Yanran's curiosity was attracted and he walked towards the light.

When he came to the lamplight, he found an old woman with gray hair.

She was following the bamboo bean lamp, crawling on a loom.

Looking at the old woman, Huangfu Yanran's heart suddenly jumped violently, and then her throat seemed to be choked by something.

She didn't take a breath for a long time, just stared at the image silently.

At this moment, the old woman raised her head slightly, and looked at her, and at this moment, both of them were petrified.

Each other's eyes seemed to be glued together, and they were full of indescribable affection.

After a long time, Huangfu Yanran pushed the door and walked in, stood in front of the old woman, stared at her vicissitudes of life and said, "Who are you?"

Huangfu Yanran forcibly held back the wild beating in her heart, and her eyes were already full of tears.

The old woman's trembling hands finally couldn't hold the machine, and her eyes became blurry when she stared at her.

The old woman grabbed her hands in a panic, and searched around her wrists with that weak gaze.

After a long time, she shook her head.

But at this time, Huangfu Yanran took out a jade accessory from her arms and shook it in front of her eyes.

The old woman's expression stiffened suddenly, and her cloudy eyes were filled with unindulgence and bitterness. She bit the corner of her mouth dryly, and then forcefully hugged the woman opposite into her arms. There was no crying, no shouting, silence until their hearts were quiet, so that their hearts bleed.

The bamboo bean lanterns are still jumping, just like a dance, graceful light and shadow, reflecting the posture of the two on the wall.

They are so similar, so similar, like carved out of a mold.

The light flickered, the two eyes met each other, and the old woman stretched out her shriveled palm, gently brushing her hair and her delicate and flawless face.

The old woman sighed and said, "So that's the case.... So it was".

She had imagined her appearance after her grandson was open for countless days and nights, but she could not accurately describe it.

It wasn't until this moment that she saw clearly.

The old woman sighed again: "Could it be that the old woman has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up, so that she can imagine Yan'er's true appearance?"

The old woman's eyes were filled with a trace of discouragement.

She seemed to think she was going to die.

The woman opposite also reached out and touched her face slightly and said, "This is not a dream, this is reality".

The old woman sighed, obviously not believing it, she stroked her eyebrows, pointed to the void and said: "It's also such a night, they snatched you, I remember clearly, it was the moment when Zi Weixing fell"