Immortal Renegade

Chapter 96

There are seven tokens in total. So far, Wang Lin has two from Li Shan, one from Xuan Dao Sect, one from Piao Miao Sect, and one from Hehuan Sect. Together, there are five pieces in total.

Throw away the piece that the Corpse Yin Sect took away, that is to say, seven tokens, and the last piece is still missing.

Wang Lin pondered a little. He searched all the sects in Cassia Valley, but he did not find the last piece. Of course, he could not rule out that it might be hidden elsewhere. However, Wang Lin did not intend to vigorously search for the seven tokens. Five yuan is enough, which basically guarantees that he can enter the extraterritorial battlefield.

After he stopped thinking about the token, Wang Lin immediately considered the preparations for the war two months later.

The first is the cyan rice grain magic weapon. After supplementing the one consumed before, he has a total of three grains. Of these three grains, only one is a single product that has not been fused, and the other two are all two-in-one super magic weapons. .

After carefully placing the three magic weapons, Wang Lin pondered for a while, opened the storage bag, and rummaged through it. He had killed a lot of people these days, and he also made some storage bags. Now, he still has some in his pocket. many things.

After turning around for a long time, Wang Lin suddenly took out a round bead. He was much smaller than the Tianni Stone Bead, only one-tenth the size of a fist, and the top was very smooth, without any pattern, and there were some fine cracks on the edge.

Picking up the ball, Wang Lin couldn't help but think of the strange man Ah'Dai. This bead was the first magic weapon that the weird man Ah'Dai gave him.Wang Lin sighed softly, put away his thoughts, and looked at the beads in his hands, his eyes flashing.

After a long time, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a gloomy smile, and he put the beads back into the storage bag. After doing this, he took a deep breath and spit out a green light.

The green flying sword floated in front of him, motionless.

After Wang Lin felt that his spiritual power had mutated, he always felt a sense of stagnation in controlling Feijian. He was not as free as he used to be. Although with the mutation of spiritual power, the power of Feijian was countless times stronger than before. , but a flying sword that controls obstruction is absolutely not allowed for Wang Lin.

Therefore, Wang Lin planned to use this time to re-refine the flying sword.

With his hands clenched, Wang Lin released a few spiritual powers and wrapped the flying sword. After Wang Lin slapped the storage bag, a gourd appeared in his hand. Wang Lin was willing to pay for his blood-refined magic weapon, so he gritted his teeth. , after opening the gourd, pour out about a third of the liquid.

This liquid full of cold spiritual energy floated in the air with a wave of Wang Lin's hand, and fused together to form a drop of water the size of a fist. A thin layer of frost appeared.

Wang Lin pointed the water droplet with his hand, and the droplet moved immediately and hit the tip of the green flying sword. Then, like a cloud and flowing water, it was left behind from the tip of the sword, and the appearance of the green sword soon became crystal clear.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood left his mouth, he turned his right hand, and the sprayed liquid instantly turned into a blood mist, which rushed towards the flying sword that was covered by the liquid.

The liquid slowly penetrated into the liquid, and soon, the aura liquid that wrapped the flying sword had turned pale red.

Wang Lin took a few breaths, bit the tip of his tongue again, and after the blood spurted out, he drew a few symbols with his index finger, and each time a symbol was drawn, he threw it at the Feijian with a flick of Wang Lin, and printed it on it.

Gradually, there were more and more symbols. After a while, all the blood was used up. Wang Lin glanced at Feijian and slapped his chest without saying a word. Immediately, the spiritual energy in his body surged, and then he pressed his chest. A blood in the heart spit out.

Wang Lin's face was pale, and without hesitation, he immediately drew the symbol with blood.

With more and more symbols, coupled with the effect of blood essence in the heart, slowly, the spiritual power liquid covering the outer surface of Feijian has completely turned dark red, and even faintly purple.

After the last drop of blood was turned into a spell and imprinted on the flying sword, Wang Lin kept his concentration on a regular basis and shouted in a low voice, "Cheap!"

With a humming sound, the flying sword trembled violently, and the sword body immediately continued to tremble, the frequency getting higher and higher.

Immediately afterwards, the aura liquid wrapped around it, as if being baked by an invisible fire, made a sizzling sound, and a trace of white smoke was emitted. As the white smoke increased, the liquid gradually decreased.

In the end, all the liquid disappeared. Looking at the flying sword, although the color was still green, there were several more blood-colored marks on the sword. In addition, its size was also reduced a lot, and it became only half of the original.

What surprised Wang Lin even more was that its hilt had almost completely disappeared. In the past, the ratio between the hilt and the body of the flying sword was 1:5, but now, it has almost reached the 1:15 specification. , the hilt is already negligible.

Wang Lin didn't know that this sword of blood refining was slowly undergoing a kind of extreme transformation as his extreme state was consolidated.

This kind of transformation, after reaching the ultimate state, the attributes of its flying sword will reach the end of omnipotence in a certain aspect.

For example, now, Wang Lin has tested it. Its speed is faster than before. If it is fully deployed, with Wang Lin's current eyesight, he can already see the traces of the flying sword. The teleportation, the terrifying degree of this flying sword, is no trivial matter.

At the very least, if a cultivator in the Core Formation Stage did not open the defensive magic weapon, or if he did not have armor, he would suffer a sword and his life and death would be unknown.This is the power of the extreme realm acting on the magic weapon, breaking through the limitations of the magic weapon itself, and bringing a single attribute to the extreme.

However, for the Nascent Soul Stage, there is still a big deficiency. After all, Wang Lin's current cultivation level is only in the Foundation Establishment stage. Even if he has an extreme stage, it is still too weak.

The extreme state, only when it reaches the Nascent Soul stage, will it be brought into full play, and its terrifying will also unfold from there.

The small green sword at this time is even more delicate, with traces of blue ice crystals appearing and disappearing from time to time on the sword, which looks quite strange and unpredictable.

Swallowing the flying sword into the Zi Mansion, Wang Lin's eyes were like electricity, and he calculated with his fingers. He spent a month in seclusion and sorting out this time. For the remaining month, Wang Lin was going to cultivate from the Tianni Bead. There is confidence that on the day of exit, the cultivation base can break through the initial stage of foundation building and reach the middle stage.

(End of this chapter)