The Red Flame Holy Eye is the top skill of the Red Flame Sect. Looking at the entire era of immortals and demons, there are very few tricks that can surpass it, and it can even be called a magical power.

Since it is a magical power, it is not that simple to practice. Cultivating the Red Flame Holy Eyes not only requires one's own cultivation and realm, but the biggest difficulty lies in finding an invincible pair of golden eyeballs.

After all, human eyeballs are too fragile and cannot withstand the burning of fire sources at all, let alone practicing the Red Flame magical power. Therefore, according to the cultivation method of the Red Flame Holy Pupil, Yan Ning must find an unusual pair of eyeballs before he can start practicing the Red Flame Holy Pupil.

It is hard to find the eyeballs, so Yan Ning puts the matter of practicing the Red Flame Holy Eye behind his mind and practices the Qianzhong and Pure Yang Fist Intent wholeheartedly.

Just when Yan Ning wanted to devote himself to seclusion, he suddenly remembered something, so he quickly stopped practicing. With a thought, Weng Wu, who was imprisoned in the dungeon of the small world, appeared in front of Yan Ning in an instant.

This is the retreat place in the small world, and the rigor is not inferior to the place where the detention is. Weng Wu appeared in front of Yan Ning and immediately reacted. He wanted to escape, but there was a wall of iron on all sides, so he had nowhere to escape!

"Stop it!"

Yan Ning shouted loudly, Weng Wuru was struck by lightning, and his body immediately stopped and stood on the spot.

Yan Ning is the master of the world in the small world. His words are the imperial edict here. Even if the realm of the celestial immortals enters the small world, he is not Yan Ning's opponent, let alone a small earth immortal Weng Wu?

"What do you...what do you want to do?" Weng Wu asked tremblingly.

Yan Ning said lightly: "Just ask you a few questions."

Thinking of the conflicts he had with Yan Ning before, Weng Wu knew in his heart that even if he knew everything, he was afraid that Yan Ning would not save his life. So he simply put his heart on his mind and said coldly: "I can't say anything."

"Oh? Since you have made up your mind, I am too lazy to ask. With my cultivation level, I should be able to find some memory from your soul."

Yan Ning raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face seemed to be a smile, which scared Weng Wu to his face pale.

With a wave of his hand, a powerful force pressed on Weng Wu's shoulder, directly pressing Weng Wu to the ground, without even the strength to raise his eyelids. While Weng Wu was shocked, a strong desire to survive also surged in his heart.

"Crush your body and grab your soul, and I will squeeze out the memories I need in the most painful way!"

Yan Ning snorted coldly, and his strength was even stronger. Weng Wu was so scared that he was so scared that he pissed: "I said! I said! I will answer you whatever you want!"

"Will you suffer less if you have been like this?"

Yan Ning smiled slightly and removed the pressure. Weng Wu quickly sat up from the ground, only to find that he was covered in cold sweat.

Yan Ning asked: "Is the gate of the Immortal Prison now in Wu Dou's hands?"

"Yes, he was afraid that I would release the Demon King Bei Litian, so he snatched the Gate of the Immortal Prison and took it with him." Weng Wu replied honestly.

Yan Ning nodded with satisfaction. If Weng Wu cooperated with him, he would save him a lot of effort: "What do you know about the Sumeru Ring in my hand?"

"The Sumeru Ring is an emperor-level top-grade spiritual treasure. It was the treasure of the devil King Beilitian back then. It can absorb the enemy's power and turn it into its own use and improve its own cultivation. That's all I know."

"Who else knows about the Sumeru Ring except you?"

"I don't know about Cangmao and Huangfu Ci, but on Wu Dou's side, I only know about Wu Dou. No one knows about this. Because Wu Dou wants to take the Sumeru Ring for himself, I have been hiding it from everyone, and not many people know about it." Weng Wu swallowed, fearing that Yan Ning knew that he was also using the Sumeru Ring.

"It seems that the Sumeru Ring is indeed a hot potato."

Yan Ning sneered: "Wu Dou Cangmao and Huangfu Ci, I was in danger of Maoshan. I, Yan Ning, are not a saint. If I don't take this revenge, I am not a gentleman!"

Weng Wu dared not say anything more. His current strength is not enough in Yan Ning's eyes. His originally arrogant face has now become a humble begging.

Yan Ning who should ask is almost the same. Weng Wu has only the last one to Yan Ning, which is to hand him over to Zhang Quan in exchange for the secrets about the five strange books.

After detaining Weng Wu again, Yan Ning fell into thinking. Now Wu Dou is Yan Ning's primary enemy. Whether it is the gate of the Immortal Prison or the matter about the Sumeru Ring, Yan Ning must first solve Wu Dou to eliminate future troubles.

Yan Ning killed Pope Charles and the apostle Lewis of the Western Holy See a month ago. I believe that the Madonna Mary would not let Yan Ning go so easily. It won’t take long before Ma Li will come to cause trouble for Yan Ning.

Yan Ning is now the hot potato.

"Why, it's a lot of pressure?" the Lich King mocked.

"Not big, aren't you there?" Yan Ning smiled slightly. The Lich King was the former Immortal King.

The Lich King snorted coldly: "I wish you could die sooner, so that I could leave the Sumeru Ring as soon as possible!"

"If I die, can you guarantee that the next master of Sumeru Ring will not kill you?"

The Lich King was silent.

Yan Ning smiled and stood up and left the retreat.

Zhuang Xiaoya and others have left the small world one after another and returned to the real world to work on their own affairs. A new group of disciples from various sects have been replaced under the Bodhi tree. Yan Ning wandered around the small world and felt bored, so he also returned to the real world.

But when Yan Ning returned to the real world, he saw all kinds of red ribbons, red carpets everywhere. Even the spiritual trees arranged the Wanren Yanyang Array were hung with red lanterns, and red double joy was pasted on the pavilion rockery. The entire new tea house was decorated with lights and colors, and it looked completely happy.

"What's going on?"

Yan Ning was stunned for a while and calculated the day in his mind. These days are the end of the year. Maybe tonight is New Year's Eve, but even on New Year's Eve, the tea shop should not be decorated like this festive look, right?

Huang Long was pushing a cart filled with all kinds of fireworks. Yan Ning quickly grabbed him and asked, "What's the situation now?"

Maoshan disciples suffered heavy losses a month ago. Yan Ning believed that Maoshan's sadness had not yet dissipated. How could he start celebrating now?

He even thought he had traveled through time again.
Chapter completed!