In this way, how can others not be envious?

Especially Jin Heng, who is a mid-sage monk, but only possesses a top-grade holy weapon that is infinitely close to the best.

Ye Ning smiled faintly, took the Ice Orchid Sword into his hand, and burned it carefully with the Green Lotus Burning Heart Fire. In a moment, countless black impurities squeezed out of the sword body and dripped on the steps. Ye Ning flicked his left hand, and the golden essence came out.

Like a stream of light, he penetrated the sword body. Immediately afterwards, he took out several top-quality weapon refining materials, purified them, refined them, and added them to the sword body one by one.

Everyone understood that Ye Ning was actually helping others improve their natal magic weapon!

For a moment, they were both envious and jealous of Shui Wuming.

Jin Heng shook his head and thought to himself, the young man's cultivation level was obviously only one level higher than his own, so how could he have such a heaven-defying method?

In a moment, Ye Ning had finished adding the materials. Then, with his flying fingers, he imprinted countless magic circles. The Ice Orchid Sword was mainly ghostly and light, so Ye Ning naturally would not imprint too many attack rules.

On the contrary, he penetrated countless ethereal laws. As a result, the sword has the ability to attack souls, making it difficult for people to guard against. Ye Ning believes that Shui Yuming has this sword and can fight against the saint, even if it is

Even a great saint can escape with his life.

As his last handprint settled, the Binglan Sword continued to tremble, and its appearance changed drastically.

The Ice Orchid Sword at this moment has a restrained brilliance and a looming milky white sword body. Looking directly at it makes people dizzy and gives them a feeling of being addicted to it.

Shui Mingming was overjoyed. He made a slight move and the Ice Orchid Sword flew back into his hand. After being refined by Ye Ning, he not only did not feel any estrangement when controlling it, but became more and more in harmony with each other, like this. He sensed it for a moment.

The terrifying thing about the magic circle is that ordinary sects will definitely not be able to fight back under a single sword strike.

The ultimate holy weapon!

The entire Golden Palace was boiling.

Wu Yaokong's expression kept changing. He didn't expect that Ye Ning turned out to be a master of weapon refining. Only a master of weapon refining can upgrade a high-grade holy weapon to the best one without any hesitation. You know, this

It was much more difficult than directly refining a top-quality holy weapon. Even in his tyrannical era, a master refiner was the target of countless large sects vying to invite him. For the first time, he admired Ye Ning.

This is what Ye Ning wants.

He looked around and said, "Everyone, do you want to be trapped here forever?"

Jin Heng knew that his opportunity had come. He said excitedly: "Fellow Daoist Ye, do you have any clever ideas? Unless we are willing to be trapped here, there is really no other way."

Ye Ning said: "Now there is a bright road in front of you. It depends on whether you are willing to walk on it or not."

Jin Heng said: "I would like to hear the details."

"Move into Fantasy City!" Ye Ning said firmly: "This is your only way!"

"Okay!" Jin Heng gritted his teeth and said, "Jin is alone, so joining the noble sect is nothing."

The others did not express their stance. They were either the heads of a sect or the ancestors of their families. How could they be willing to succumb to others? However, the reality was extremely cruel. If they did not surrender, staying here would only lead to death.

Seeing everyone's cautious appearance, Ye Ning laughed "haha" and said: "You are thinking too much. Ye is not interested in you, and his suggestion is to let you stay in Fantasy City temporarily until the disaster of the Nightmare Clan is resolved.
Chapter completed!