Immortal Renegade

Chapter 65 The Method of Blood Refining

After teleporting three times, the color of the flying sword has turned light green, and it can be clearly seen from the light emitted or the sound of the sword that it is in an extremely weak state.

Not long after, Feijian, who had not been teleporting, was forced to retreat by the two golden lights. Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth again and let out a breath of spiritual energy. It is like two dragons circling outside the spiritual energy. Once Feijian wants to rush out, it will immediately approach, and the forced Feijian will never be able to escape.

As time passed, Feijian's struggling movements not only did not ease, but became more and more violent, and the spiritual energy surrounding it slowly dissipated.

The night passed quietly, Feijian finally showed signs of calming down, Wang Lin's face was pale, and he had spit out dozens of breaths of spiritual energy during the night.

Even his [-]th-level cultivation in the Qi Condensation Stage, coupled with the help of the Spiritual Qi liquid, he felt physically and mentally exhausted and could barely maintain it.

The early morning sunlight floated in through the window, Wang Lin's sacrifice training continued, Feijian no longer struggled, and stopped gently in mid-air, with a trace of Wang Lin's spiritual aura slowly infiltrating into Feijian.

At this moment, Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed. Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and Zhang Hu's voice came from outside.

"Wang Lin, do you want to go with me to the utensil store in Fujijiacheng?"

Wang Lin took a deep breath and said loudly, "Zhang Hu, I'm at a critical moment in my practice, you can go by yourself."

Zhang Hu stood outside the door, stunned, pondered a little, and stopped talking, but sat cross-legged outside Wang Lin's room.

Wang Lin ignored Zhang Hu and continued the training. The time passed little by little, and night fell again. He had already drank the liquid from the Three Gourd Spirit Tool, but the flying sword was still not finished.

In desperation, Wang Lin had to ask Situ Nan for advice.

"Boy, do you know you're looking for me? Hmph, I've been waiting. If you are willing to retreat for ten years, and use a lot of aura liquid, you may really be able to make it. I'm not talking about the sky against space, but in reality. ." Situ Nan said calmly.

"So long?" Wang Lin frowned.

"Of course, this is an elixir, and it's a super high-quality pill. It should be a lunatic in the late stage of elixir formation. At the moment of infancy, he disregarded his own safety, and even failed to conjure a baby. In an instant, it took a lot of effort to make it. What a madman, the old man also wanted to do this, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't dare. You must know that it doesn't matter if the baby fails, but it is the most dangerous during this period. , dead without a burial place.

That Bai Zhan must have been helped by the maker of the flying sword at that time, and then he sacrificed and forged his own thing. If the old man's body is still alive, he can easily be sacrificed and forged. Now, I can't do anything... But "..." Situ Nan said slowly.

Wang Lin has now figured out Situ Nan's temper. Knowing that this old guy especially likes to make people's appetites, he is not in a hurry and waits for the other party to follow up.

After a while, Situ Nan sighed and muttered: "Forget it, let me tell you, this thing is too time-consuming for you to use the normal sacrificial refining method, I will teach you a method, called the art of blood refining, the advantage is that you can use it for a while. The son took this flying sword as his own, the disadvantage is that once the flying sword is damaged, you will also suffer from it, which is several times more serious than if it were sacrificed by other methods."

Wang Lin pondered for a while and said, "Tell me, how to use this blood refining method."

Situ Nan was just trying to appease Wang Lin, but when he thought that this kid must be ignoring him, he simply stated the method, but finally made a request.

"I haven't touched a woman for many years. Whatever you say should make me enjoy myself, even just watching!"

Wang Lin was noncommittal. According to Situ Nan's method, he interlaced his hands and pinched a strange magic formula. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a blood mist containing spiritual power. After changing the magic formula in his right hand, he immediately drew a strange symbol in the air.

As soon as the symbol was drawn, it immediately penetrated into the blood mist. The blood mist rolled and shrank sharply into the symbol. Gradually, the blood color on the symbol became thicker. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he patted his left hand in the air. above the flying sword.

Feijian trembled, and a trace of white gas immediately emerged.

Wang Lin immediately spit out another mouthful of blood mist, his expression was a little sluggish, but his eyes were firmer. With his right hand, an even more strange symbol was drawn, which merged with the blood mist and hit the flying sword.

This process lasted for several hours, until the morning of the third day, when a sword sound came from Wang Lin's room, and then dissipated in an instant. Zhang Hu had been sitting cross-legged outside the room, and stood up suddenly.

Wang Lin's door opened silently. With a smile on his face, Wang Lin was extremely happy, and said, "Zhang Hu, thank you."

Zhang Hu gave Wang Lin a strange look and said, "What kind of exercises are you practicing? Why did I hear the sound of the sword just now?"

Wang Lin opened his mouth, and a small green sword flew out immediately, with a chill. As soon as the sword came out, a bloody aura filled the surroundings.

Zhang Hu was startled and lost his voice: "This...this is my master's flying sword? You made it? Hey, why is there such a strong bloody smell?"

Wang Lin nodded and summoned his right hand. Feijian instantly returned to him and was swallowed by him. Wang Lin was also quite annoyed by the bloody aura. He, all blood-refined magic weapons, will emit a strong bloody aura, and as the number of murders increases in the future, the bloody aura will become more intense.

Zhang Hu stared blankly at Feijian, took a deep breath after a long time, and said, "Wang Lin, I've convinced you, with this flying sword, ordinary people can't easily hurt you, the point of this flying sword is to instantly The distance of teleportation will vary depending on the amount of spiritual power of its master, but unexpectedly, it is definitely a weapon for killing people."

The two chatted for a few more words. Zhang Hu got up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he told Wang Lin that three days later would be the day of the trade fair at the beginning of the month, so let him prepare.

After Zhang Hu left, Wang Lin took out the scabbard from the storage bag. Even Situ Nan was amazed by this scabbard, not knowing what kind of magic weapon it was.

Wang Lin thought that the scabbard and the flying sword should be one body, but after training the flying sword, he took a closer look, but found the difference between the two.

This scabbard radiates an air of slaughter in its simplicity. The closer you look, the heavier the murderous intent. Gradually, Wang Lin seemed to be in the scene, except for a confused sword in his mind. blank.

(End of this chapter)