After Ning Qi left Tianbao Pavilion, he returned to his residence in the headquarters of District 5. Xuanyuan Linzhen was like a Taoist boy, guarding his cave and did not leave without permission because he did not dare to leave. In the Dark Parliament

The longer he stayed, the more he understood what kind of place this was. Let alone the realm of reincarnation, even if the fifth-step monks didn't find a way to leave, they couldn't easily leave the headquarters.

"You're back."

Xuanyuan Lin saw Ning Qi, stood up and said hello with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Ning Qili ignored him and went straight into another stone room. The smile on Xuanyuan Lin's face suddenly became stiff, and then he glanced at Ning Qi's back with some annoyance.

"I want to go out for a walk!"

Xuanyuan Lin suddenly spoke.

"You go ahead. You are not allowed to stay overnight. You must be back before dark."

Ning Qi's voice came from the stone room.

"You are not my father, yet you still control me so strictly..."

Xuanyuan Lin muttered in a low voice and quickly left the cave. In the past few years, he had made some good friends who were apparently the same age as him, but those good friends did not know that Xuanyuan Lin was a monk in the reincarnation realm.

In the stone chamber.

Ning Qi took the lead and took out a flying sword. As soon as the sword came out, the entire stone room was filled with sword energy, surging on the stone wall like a sea tide.

The name of this sword is 'Chunxiao'. I don't know who named it. It has been placed in Tianbao Pavilion for many years. As a seventh-grade innate spiritual treasure, its power is extraordinary. In addition to being used to kill enemies, it also has

A kind of magical power that can be used to rush on the road, but Ning Qi's cultivation level is too low now. If he wants to fully exert its power, he must at least become immortal.

'Chunxiao' suddenly emitted a layer of misty light. After a few breaths, the sword twisted and gradually deformed, turning into a woman in yellow and appearing in front of Ning Qi.

"Are you the sword spirit of this sword?"

Ning Qi looked at the woman in yellow and smiled.

He had already refined Chunxiao with the help of Yunhai, so he was not afraid that the sword spirit it transformed would hurt him.

"yes."

The woman in yellow looked at Ning Qi up and down. Although her eyes looked disappointed, she still nodded and her tone was slightly cold.

"Well, don't show up again without my permission."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"I...have something to discuss with you."

The woman in yellow was stunned for a moment, then looked a little embarrassed and said.

"What's up?"

There was a trace of curiosity in Ning Qi's eyes.

"When I was not living here, I once followed a strong man in the immortal realm, but he was later killed and left behind an underground palace containing all his life's gains. I know where this underground palace is. If you agree to let me go,

If you are free, I will take you there."

The woman in yellow whispered.

"oh."

Ning Qi nodded, "What then?"

"Then?"

The woman in yellow was stunned for a moment, "Did you agree?"

"Why should I agree? Do you think I'm interested in a treasure hidden in the Immortal Realm?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"Then what do you want!?"

The woman in yellow frowned deeply.

"Whatever you don't want, now you are my innate spiritual treasure. What you should do and what you can do is naturally decided by me, not you. Remember this, otherwise I will send you back to Tianbao Pavilion and exchange for another one.

Jian, when I chose you, the other two flying swords obviously showed disappointment. You have been there for many years, right?"

Ning Qi smiled.

The woman in yellow opened her mouth, but finally did not speak, but chose to shut up.

A few breaths later, she turned into a flying sword again, floating in front of Ning Qi, but Ning Qi knew that beneath the illusion of surrender, there was still an unwilling heart.

But what does this have to do with him?

Putting away the flying sword 'Chunxiao', Ning Qi took out the Nine Hells Refining Treasure Art, but it was not the original version, but the version that Yun Hai had rubbed with his own battle achievements. Ning Qi couldn't help but sigh again: "What a good person."

This time he not only got a seventh-grade innate spiritual treasure, but also got a rubbing version of the Nine Hells Refining Treasure Technique, which was a great gain. Before this, Ning Qi only had the grade of the Demon Refining Pot, which could barely be called a seventh-grade.

The power is actually level six.

His eyes were focused on the rubbing plate of the Nine Hells Refining Treasures, and a glimmer of hope arose in Ning Qi's heart. If he could gain something from the Nine Hells Refining Treasures, it would not be impossible to upgrade the Demon Refining Pot to the seventh level in the future, or even

It's the eighth grade, which is the same grade as Jiang Tianshu's!

Thinking like this, Ning Qi slowly opened the rubbing plate of the Nine Hells Refining Treasure Technique, and the words that came to his eyes immediately made his expression become extremely weird.

He has never seen this sentence before, but it is very familiar to him. If he reads it a few times, it will be like the formula behind the ninth level of the Nine Hells Tempering Technique, which can be perfectly connected!

"Elder Yunhai said that it is incomplete. A part of the front part is missing. Could it be that the missing part is the Nine Hells Refinement Technique? But the Nine Hells Refinement Technique is something from the Shinra world. Why did the previous formula fall into the... system?

On your body?"

Ning Qi's eyes were slightly solemn, and the system's last advanced mission was related to the Ancient Star Pavilion. He had to make a guess in his mind. The origin of the system was probably inseparable from the Shenluo world. Thinking about it carefully,

Only the powerful people from the Shinra world can create such a BUG-level existence like the system, right?

After being surprised, Ning Qi began to read the Nine Hells Refining Treasure Art carefully and tried to practice at the same time. He did not realize that when he was silently reciting the Nine Hells Refining Treasure Art, the tailbone of his right hand was slowly emitting a faint golden light.

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"Xuanyuan Lin, I'm warning you, my ancestor is the 'Commander of Many Ministries'. If you dare to offend us again, I will ask my ancestor to kill you, you bastard who has no parents!"

A red-faced young man was standing in front of a group of young men who were also angry with him, pointing at Xuanyuan Lin's nose and cursing angrily.

There were many teenagers who looked about the same age nearby and were watching. Behind Xuanyuan Lin, there were three men and two women standing. They looked about the same age as Xuanyuan Lin, with a look of fear on their faces.

This place is a square in the headquarters of the Dark Parliament that is specially used for competition among younger generations. Many teenagers like to come here to have fun. When there are more people, there will naturally be many disputes.

Xuanyuan Lin looked at the other party coldly. After hearing the vicious curse in the other party's mouth, a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes. Then, Xuanyuan Lin opened his mouth and scolded: "I don't care whether your ancestor is the commander of multiple ministries or what.

Commander, Sun Yan and the others are my friends. If you dare to bully them again, I will beat your parents until they don’t even recognize you! That slap just now was just a warning!"

"You go to hell!"

When the opponent heard Xuanyuan Lin's words, he was furious and rushed directly towards Xuanyuan Lin. However, how could a mere second-step monk be the opponent of Xuanyuan Lin, a strong man in the early stage of the reincarnation realm?

Snap!

Xuanyuan Lin lightly slapped his hand, and the young man flew backwards like a cannonball. He fell heavily to the ground, bleeding from all his orifices, and his breath gradually weakened. When the young man with him saw this, his eyes showed fear,
Chapter completed!