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"Ning... Uncle-Master, this is for you!"

The rag doll in Jingjing's hand was carved in Ning Chen's likeness...

He wore a black and white Taoist robe, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

The only difference is that the rag doll holds a talisman in its left hand and a sword in its right.

This is exactly the image of Ning Chen slaying demons and monsters that Jingjing has in mind.

Looking at the rag doll that Jingjing had made by hand, you inexplicably thought of Maoshan puppetry. Overwhelmed with emotion, and combining it with your own cultivation of immortality, you created a magical technique—the Mysterious Purity Divine Descent Spell!

Ning Chen was taken aback, not expecting to gain some insight at this moment.

He silently chanted a few incantations and lightly wiped the cloth doll in Jingjing's arms without leaving a trace.

A beam of light disappeared into it.

Jingjing felt a tingling sensation all over her body as Ning Chen's fingers inevitably touched her.

"I'll keep it for you for now, and I'll ask you for it when I get back."

Hearing the first half of Ning Chen's sentence, Jingjing felt extremely sad.

But after she said the second half of the sentence, all that remained in her heart was boundless joy!

He said he would come back!

Ning Chen walked towards Jia Le and gently touched his forehead.

Jiale felt a sharp pain in his head, as if a large amount of information was flooding his mind.

It appears to be a martial art.

"Practice diligently. If you still haven't mastered it by the time I return, don't blame me for taking it back!"

Ning Chen gave a word of advice.

Then the power of the chicken talisman was activated, and Ning Chen pointed from afar, causing Ah Xing's body to sway and rise off the ground.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the two figures soared into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the figure transformed into a tiny black dot and vanished on the wind. 1.8

"Amitabha! Master Ning is a true immortal!"

The monk Ikkyu chanted a Buddhist prayer and bowed his head in worship.

Jingjing hugged Ningchen's rag doll tightly.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the doll seemed to have gotten a little heavier.

Above the clouds.

Ah Xing gripped Ning Chen's sleeve tightly, both nervous and excited.

"Junior Uncle, are you a deity?!"

"Stand still!"

Ning Chen rolled his eyes at him, then a ball of dark flame surged in his palm—the Netherworld Spirit Fire.

Above the pitch-black flames, a mask of frost floated silently.

It truly is the icy demon face of Indra.

Ning Chen carefully controlled the heat, intending to refine this strange object into a powerful magic weapon and make it his own before reaching Jiuquan Town.

A truly extraordinary magical artifact that transcends the mortal realm!

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This was the first time in Ah Xing's life that he had ever felt like he was flying through the clouds.

Standing among the clouds, overlooking the vast landscape, I suddenly felt how insignificant I was.

He gazed longingly at Ning Chen, whose sleeves fluttered in the wind.

"Junior Uncle is truly an immortal! No wonder Master thought of Junior Uncle first when faced with this terrible calamity..."

Looking at his junior uncle's retreating figure, Ah Xing felt a strange sensation rising in his heart.

If Junior Uncle goes to Jiuquan Town, perhaps the fatal crisis can really be averted!

It's a feeling that comes from nowhere, without any basis, yet I believe it wholeheartedly.

Ning Chen had no interest in paying attention to what the kid was thinking.

At this moment, all his attention was focused on the dark flame in his hand.

He multitasks, and various spiritually imbued materials float in the air under his mental control.

It fell methodically, merging into the flames.

With his other hand, he joined two fingers together and cast out a series of incredibly complex restrictions.

It landed precisely on that ice-sculpted mask.

As the temperature of the Netherworld Spirit Fire gradually increased, the essence of various materials began to slowly fuse with the mask.

Ning Chen even refined a portion of the aura from the complete Dragon Essence and integrated it into it.

The light emanating from the mask grew stronger, while the mask itself grew thinner and thinner…

This refining process lasted for more than an hour.

Finally, with a soft hum, the crystal-clear and exquisite ice sculpture mask flew out of the flames and landed in Ning Chen's hand.

The mask was made entirely of jade, and from the left eye, icy mist rose, with a miniature ice dragon swimming within it.

The right eye shone with a chilling crimson light, as if a flame was burning.

Upon closer inspection, a tiny fire dragon was slumbering and lying dormant within the flames.

[Yin Yang Illusion Dragon Mask: A second-grade Yellow-rank magic weapon. The fusion of Yin and Yang spiritual energy with the energy of a true dragon gives birth to an Ice and Fire Spirit Dragon. It can release extremely Yin and cold energy to freeze all things, and can also unleash extremely Yang and hot power to incinerate everything. Furthermore, its appearance can be freely changed according to the user's will.]

"It's done!"

Ning Chen clapped his hands; this was the first time he had ever crafted a magical artifact with his bare hands.

Moreover, it was a Yellow-Rank magic weapon that had never been tried before.

Without a protective vessel, forging weapons by hand requires extremely high control over the flame.

Moreover, it is extremely mentally taxing; if one is not careful, the flames may get out of control, resulting in the destruction of the equipment and death.

However, Ning Chen was highly skilled and daring, and also had the advantage of defying the heavens, so he was naturally not afraid of taking risks.

Ah Xing, on the other hand, was completely oblivious, unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death.

If Ning Chen fails to control the Netherworld Spirit Fire...

Even the slightest spark could burn Ah Xing to ashes.

"It looks much better than before, at least it's not as rough."

Ning Chen put on the Yin-Yang Illusion Dragon Mask.

The mask, as thin as a cicada's wing, seemed to instantly blend into the skin.

With a thought from Ning Chen

His facial features began to change.

In just a few breaths, he transformed into an old man with white hair and a long beard.

"Junior Uncle...you...you! Don't tell me this is your true face..."

When Ah Xing saw Ning Chen turn around, he looked up and was so startled that he stumbled.

Under his gaze, Ning Chen's face began to slowly change again: his hair turned white, his face hardened, and his thick, unibrowed eyebrows...

It actually transformed into the appearance of Uncle Nine!

"It's Master?!"

Ah Xing pinched his thigh hard, making himself wince in pain.

It wasn't a dream after all...

"Okay, don't be scared."

Ning Chen removed his mask, revealing his original appearance, and said with a smile,

"I just tinkered with a little gadget and checked out how it worked."

Ah Xing felt like his jaw was about to drop to the ground, and he couldn't close it for a long time, as if he were petrified.

It can change its appearance at will, almost indistinguishable from the real thing...

Junior Uncle, you call this a little trinket?

Ning Chen familiarized himself with the Yin-Yang Illusion Dragon Mask and then stored it in his system space.

Then I went to the favorability system panel in the chat group and started to check the favorability of everyone with me.

[Affection System]