After several hours of travel, Ning Chen finally came to the ancestral tomb of the Ning family, the cemetery of the ancestors and the ancestors, occupying an entire mountain peak, and several Lingqiu National Array Dao masters around him were re-establishing the Guardian Formation of the Ning Family's ancestral tomb.

Only the patriarch of the family is qualified to master this formation, and now it is undoubtedly Ning Chen!

At the same time, on a hill located in the distance of the Ning family's ancestral tomb, Ning Chen's mother's small tomb had been carefully taken out of Ning Chen's mother's coffin with the help of several Zixia Guan Dao masters.

When he saw his mother's coffin, a little bit came into view, Ning Chen, who was standing on the hillside, couldn't help but show a touch of emotion on his face, all this is exactly what Ning Chen dreamed of, to correct his mother's name!

Without the slightest pause, Ning Chen walked towards his mother's coffin, and then with the assistance of several Ning family members, he personally carried his mother's coffin and walked towards Ning Chen's ancestral tomb step by step.

For Ning Chen's current cultivation, his mother's coffin is as light as a feather, but in Ning Chen's heart, every step he takes is full of hardships.

In Ning Chen's dream, he was looking forward to this moment all the time, and along the way, it was full of endless hardships.

It was only a distance of hundreds of zhang, Ning Chen carried his mother's coffin, but he traveled for half an hour, and then buried his mother little by little next to his father Ning Xiuhan's tomb, and personally used a dragon beard tribute pen to engrave the inscription.

"Father, mother, the ancestors of the Ning family, the unfilial son Ning Chen, finally recaptured the Ning family, and I would like to comfort your souls in the sky. Ning Chen whispered, his eyes were already slightly red, and then he knelt on his knees and bowed deeply to the ancestral tomb of the Ning family.

At the same time, looking behind Ning Chen, thousands of Dao Protectors and Ironclad Soldiers also knelt down in unison, and the sound of armor rubbing came out in unison.

As Ning Chen finished kowtowing to the ancestors of the Ning family, Ning Chen's moved gaze suddenly became much colder, and then said coldly: "Come on, bring that evil woman to me!"

Just after Ning Chen gave such an order, he only heard Mrs. Tong's mournful and painful cry at the foot of the mountain, coming from far and near.

After a while, looking at a black copper cast prison, it had been carried to Ning Chen's side, and in front of the grave of Ning Chen's parents, the terrible screams came again and again.

"Father, mother, Mrs. Tong, who has harmed you and the heirs of the Ning family, I have already cut her into a stick and put her into a soul eater, and let her suffer for thousands of years until her soul is eaten away little by little!" Ning Chen looked at his parents' anger and said word by word.

Such a method is 10,000 times more cruel than cutting Mrs. Tong with a thousand knives!

"As for Zeng Lichuan and the Ghost Blood Sect, when I cultivate to a high level, I will definitely lose the entire clan to comfort the heavenly spirits of the ancestors and ancestors. Ning Chen continued, however, speaking of this, Ning Chen's expression was more cold, and he hated Zeng Lichuan.

If they don't die, Ning Chen's heart will never be calmed.

Such an ancestor worship ceremony lasted for a whole day.

It wasn't until the sun turned west and slowly fell into the peaks that Ning Chen returned to Lin'an City, and as for the black copper prison where Mrs. Tong was imprisoned, he was put into the B area of the Black Tiger Prison by Ning Chen.

In this regard, Ning Chen had no mercy.

After the ancestor worship is completed, Ning Chen's family affairs are almost completed, and then Ning Chen is ready to rush to the Lingqiu Sect, and next, Ning Chen's purpose is very clear, that is, to earn as many spirit stones as possible and achieve the knot as soon as possible.

And if you want to get married, it is not an overnight thing.

Coming to the small mountain where the White Night Gate is located, at this moment, all the disciples of the White Night Gate have gone to the empty building, leaving only more than a hundred disciples, cleaning up the last remnants.

Now the entire White Night Gate has all moved into Yinbei County, and settled in the Feng Shui treasure land of the Ethereal Lake and the Lingyu Domain.

Seeing Ning Chen stepping into the small mountain bag, several disciples who had cleaned up the remnants put down what they were doing one after another and bowed deeply to Ning Chen.

Ning Chen didn't say much about this, just waved his hand at them, signaling them to be busy, and Ning Chen came to the top of the mountain all the way.

Ning Chen's small cabin was still there, and it was impossible for others to step into it because of the formation set up.

Raising his hand slightly, he completely touched the formations around the cabin, Ning Chen stepped into the backyard of the cabin, and harvested all the vigorous phoenix wings that grew into the bag, and then waved his hand slightly, and the refined cabin collapsed, razing the ground around it, and restoring it to its original appearance.

In this way, it was completely announced that Bai Yemen had completely moved out of this small mountain bag.

And Ning Chen also planned to move into his own Hou Mansion and stay for a while, and then he was ready to go to the Lingqiu Sect to cultivate wholeheartedly.

In the evening, Ning Chen, who had returned to the Hou Mansion, entered his mansion with him, and then sat on the jade chair, collected the seeds of the phoenix winged grass, and began to make the rune ink of the single spirit pill fire talisman one after another.

The whole process can be described as extremely complicated, and every slight mistake will affect the quality of the single elixir fire talisman.

Three hours had passed before Ning Chen had finished making all the runes and ink and placed them in front of him, filling more than a dozen large jade jars.

These runes can make more than 300 single elixir fire talismans.

Then, Ning Chen didn't stop for a moment, took out the phaseless jade seal, sucked the rune ink into the phaseless jade seal, injected the aura, and began to press it on the rune paper one after another.

In this way, it wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Ning Chen had exhausted all the rune ink, and only made three hundred and twenty single spirit pill fire talismans.

Looking at the thick stacks of single spirit pill fire talismans on the jade table, Ning Chen's eyes finally showed a happy smile, these more than three hundred single spirit pill fire talismans were almost equivalent to the total amount purchased from Beihai Country at a high price in the past ten years.

It is also even more priceless, roughly calculated, just these more than 300 single spirit pill fire talismans can be sold for tens of millions of spirit stones, thinking about it, Ning Chen feels extremely excited.

In this way, Ning Cen, who is already about to be poor, will have a large income.

As long as he had enough spirit stones, Ning Chen could sell the incomparably valuable pills from the small thousand spirit diagrams without any scruples, as well as upgrade the dragon's spine sickle.

Since the last battle with Xiao Tiezhen, Ning Chen has been obsessed with the black ring, and he has also thoroughly seen the power of the quasi-knot pill magic weapon.

But if Ning Chen can raise the Dragon's Scythe to level ten, the Dragon's Spine Scythe will undoubtedly reach the power of the Quasi-Jie Dan, and it can even be comparable to the magic weapon of the Jie Dan.

However, the premise is that a large number of spirit stones are needed, and tens of millions of spirit stones are just a few, after all, after level six, the success rate of upgrading is extremely low.

Every time you fail, you have to pay the price of millions of spirit stones. (To be continued.) )