After about a stick of incense, Ning Chen dragged his scarred body back to the Demon Spirit Sect, and then began to follow the mountain road, heading straight towards the Red Forest Mountain in the northern part of the Territory.

The whole person relaxed, Ning Chen only felt a piercing pain from the air-dried wound, every bone was a little sore, and his current state could only barely maintain the Fengxing technique, staggering and walking on the mountain road.

In the past, it took an hour to reach the place, but Ning Chen took two hours.

As the sun sets, the evening breeze blows, and the air is already mixed with the earthy fragrance that is unique to spring.

Coming to the foot of Honglin Mountain, the whole mountain peak is not towering, but it occupies a large area, the slope is gentle, and the mountain forest is full of red maple trees.

Slowly raising his hand full of wounds, Ning Chen then released a paper crane folded into a talisman, after all, this red forest mountain is covered with a large mountain protection array, and Ning Chen is no longer able to break through.

A moment later, Ning Chen, who was already extremely weak, saw Qiao Qiao and Xiaohua trotting all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

Qiao Qiao naturally knew that Ning Chen was in danger of being chased and killed, these days, he was extremely worried, and his complexion was much haggard, especially when he saw Ning Chen's blood-stained clothes, his pretty face changed even more, and he hurriedly stepped forward and held Ning Chen up.

The little flower on the side was also tearful, clutching Ning Chen's thigh tightly.

"Brother Ning Chen, are you okay? We're all worried about you. Jojo asked with great concern.

"It's okay, it's fine. Ning Chen smiled hard, touched Xiaohua's head as calmly as possible, and reluctantly gave her a warm smile, and then walked towards the top of the red forest mountain step by step.

The top of the Honglin Cave Mansion has been slightly cleaned up by Qiao Qiao, and Xiaohua has even made a small garden.

In front of Ning Chen, it was a huge cave mansion, the entrance of the cave was nearly one zhang, it was already very magnificent in Ning Chen's eyes, dozens of zhang away from the Honglin Cave Mansion, there were more than a dozen small caves, and the little disciples of Fu Lang Pavilion had all moved in, and they were very comfortable.

"I'm fine, it's okay, you guys get busy. Ning Chen whispered to Qiao Qiao, and then stepped into his cave with slightly heavy steps.

The entire cave is very spacious, divided into two cave rooms, and there is even a futon made of spiritual jade, which is placed in the center, and the few pieces of furniture that Ning Chen is used to are also neatly placed in it.

Such a cave mansion is definitely superior, but Ning Chen didn't have time to be happy, and when he was completely relaxed, he only felt a flower in front of him, his legs were weak, and he fell asleep directly on the cold ground.

I didn't close my eyes for two days and two nights, first the trial in the pavilion, then the hunt and killing, and then the white-tailed forest, Ning Chen, who was covered with wounds, was completely overdrawn.

As the night passed, the sun peeked out from the rolling peaks, spreading the warm spring sun on the earth, and the warm spring breeze swept through the branches, and after the snow and ice had faded, the tender green shoots had already poked their heads out of the branches and the ground.

A ray of light passed through the hole and shone on Ning Chen's eyes, making the corners of Ning Chen's mouth move, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Trying to get up from the ground, Ning Chen only felt that his whole body was still extremely sore, and the wounds on his body were already stuck together with his clothes.

In this regard, Ning Chen didn't say a word, sat cross-legged on the futon made of spiritual jade, endured the pain, took off the blood-congealed clothes little by little, and then took out a healing charm to heal the wounds on his arms and thighs.

The tidal wave of pain struck, giving Ning Chen a feeling that went deep into the bone marrow, and this kind of pain above the flesh was only secondary, the important thing was that he was unwilling to face Zhao Zihao's constant pursuit and killing!

Zhao Zihuai!

Thinking of the previous scene, it was to make Ning Chen's five fingers clenched, blood and water overflowed from his body little by little, and his eyes were about to breathe fire at this moment.

If you don't avenge this revenge, you swear not to be a man!

Ning Chen has always had the compassion of the Buddha and good thoughts, so it is possible to comprehend the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures so deeply, but at the same time, Ning Chen also understands that when the Buddha can no longer transform others, even if it is a Buddha, he has to kill people!

While dealing with the wound little by little, in Ning Chen's mind, he could only keep thinking about the gap between himself and Zhao Zihuai.

The most obvious is undoubtedly the gap in cultivation, Zhao Zihuai has seven layers of condensation, while Ning Chen only has five layers of condensation, a difference of two layers.

In addition, it is said that Zhao Zihuai has many magic weapons and talismans, most of which are brought from the Shangqing View of Lingqiu Kingdom, which is not known how much advantage Ning Chen has with a down-and-out son.

Fortunately, Ning Chen had a small Thousand Thousand Spirit Diagram, and he had obtained some magic weapons from the Baiwei Forest, which he could barely compete with.

"Seven layers of condensation...... Condensation Qi Seventh Layer......" Ning Chen's mouth kept repeating such a voice.

Ning Chen knew very well in his heart that as long as he reached the sixth layer of condensation, no one of the disciples of the Painting Pavilion would be his opponent anymore, and it would be impossible for him to be bullied again, and when he reached the seventh layer of condensation, he would have the capital to fight against Zhao Zihuai.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, his heart was full of killing intent!

In the face of bullying, Ning Chen is no longer like the Hou Mansion, he is obedient, and with the existence of Xiao Qianbailing Tu, he has already imperceptibly helped Ning Chen's growth.

Today's Ning Chen understands that only by resisting can he gain the respect of others, and can he survive in the process of cultivation, and the only way to blindly retreat is to be killed!

The truth is very simple, but it is full of the cruelty of the jungle.

After only a stick of incense, the wounds on Ning Chen's body were cleaned up, and then Ning Chen took out the contents of the storage bag in the same way.

In Ning Chen's eyes, among these things, the most valuable ones are the three Qiankun Stones, the three hundred spirit stones, and the three magic weapons left by the ancestor, in addition, there are also ancient books and pills left by the ancestor, etc.

After digging in the storage bag for a long time, Ning Chen put all the harvest in the cave, looking at the cave mansion instantly becoming full, and there were countless good things, Ning Chen's face finally showed a long-lost smile and excitement, and his eyes shone with golden light.

Picked up the magic weapons left by the ancestor and looked at them one by one, although they were all magic weapons that were very good in the condensation period, such as the lapis lazuli flying sword, which was made of lapis lazuli, but compared with the ancient magic weapon of the small thousand hundred spirit diagram, there was still a big gap.

This is not surprising, after all, the ancestor of the prisoner pipa peeked at the small thousand hundred spirit map, and then he realized the painting, and imitated a small thousand hundred spirit map.

It is enough to see what kind of realm the small thousand spirit diagram I obtained contains in the real handiwork.

Fortunately, Ning Chen learned before that in the small thousand hundred spirit map, there are pawnshops that specialize in recycling magic weapons, and useless magic weapons can be exchanged for spirit stones.

Stretched out his hand and touched the magic weapons such as the green gold flying sword left by the ancestor, in Ning Chen's eyes, these things were spirit stones.

Moreover, before Ning Chen was in the small Qianbailing world, in addition to the spirit vein sword box that Ning Chen would never forget, there were also many treasures that made Ning Chen's heart go.

It's just that Ning Chen was very poor at the beginning, but now that he has a spirit stone, it is completely different.

With more than three hundred spirit stones, Ning Chen had never felt that he was so rich.

It took an hour to go through the treasures of the ancestors, what can sell spirit stones, what things can't be sold, all the parts are clear, Ning Chen couldn't wait to take out a spirit stone, tiled on the small thousand spirit map, the next moment, Ning Chen appeared in front of the treasure tower of the small money hundred spirit world, not forgetting to take a big gulp of ancient pure aura at the same time, Ning Chen stepped into the treasure tower.

The dazzling array of magic weapons inside still dazzled Ning Chen, although he had seen it many times, but every time Ning Chen had an impulse, if he could take all the magic weapons inside for himself, what a wonderful thing it would be.

Looking at it all the way, the steps under his feet did not stop, and soon Ning Chen had already come to the Spirit Vein Sword Box, whether it was the Spirit Vein Sword or the Spirit Vein Sword Box, it still looked simple and extraordinary, giving people the feeling of ordinary wooden swords and wooden boxes.

However, even so, Ning Chen carefully took out a Qiankun Stone, and after dissolving it, he then took the Spirit Vein Sword Box and the six wooden swords in his hand.

The entire Spirit Vein Sword Box fluttered lightly in his hand, like a feather, and he didn't feel the slightest weight, but when Ning Chen injected a trace of spiritual energy into the Spirit Vein Sword Box, he felt a mysterious power.

"The magic weapons in the Little Thousand Hundred Spirit Diagram are really rare in the world, even if they are compared with the Ancestor's green gold flying sword, they are more than one grade higher. Ning Chen sighed in his heart.

"Hmm, what is this?" When Ning Chen looked at the Spirit Vein Sword Box over and over again, he suddenly found that at the bottom of the sword box, there was a small piece of wood, which was very ordinary, and there were dense words engraved on it.

The first thing to explain is that the six small wooden swords are holy wood swords made of the holy wood of the Nine Tribulations, and the holy wood is the ancient immortal wood, which has gone through the nine thunder tribulations, and it is even rarer among the rare, and it contains the power of heaven and earth.

More importantly, the biggest thing about this Nine Tribulations Sacred Wood is that it is indestructible and indestructible, and if it is upgraded by the Spirit Forging Shop, it can be kept intact.

"Forging Spirit Shop?Upgrade?" Ning Chen's expression moved slightly, and he suddenly became interested.

Thinking carefully in his mind, near the treasure pagoda, there was another black stone house, on which only the word "forging spirit" was written, Ning Chen had no time to study, and now he just had time to take a look.

With such an idea, Ning Chen smashed the holy wood sword into the spirit vein sword box one by one, and then went straight towards the spirit forging shop, although he already had some spirit stones on his body, but Ning Chen did not dare to waste time in the small thousand hundred spirit diagrams, ten breaths and one broken spirit stone, it was not a small number.

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