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There are seven tokens in total. So far, Wang Lin has two tokens from Li Shan, one from the Xuan Dao Sect, one from the Piaomiao Sect, and one from the Hehuan Sect. Together, there are five tokens in total.
Throw away the piece that the Corpse Yin Sect took away, that is to say, there are seven tokens, and the last one is still missing.
Wang Lin thought for a while. He had searched all the sects in Cassia Valley, but he had not found the last piece. Of course, he did not rule out that it might be hidden elsewhere. However, Wang Lin did not intend to search hard. He had seven tokens. Five yuan is enough, which basically guarantees that you can enter the extraterritorial battlefield.
After no longer thinking about the token, Wang Lin immediately considered preparations for the war in two months.
The first is the cyan rice grain magic weapon. After replenishing the one he consumed before, he has three grains in total. Among these three grains, only one is a single product that has not been fused. The other two are both two-in-one super powerful 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 during these days, so he got some in the storage bag. Now, he still has it in his pocket. Quite a few things.
After rummaging for a long time, Wang Lin suddenly took out a round bead. It was much smaller than the Tianni Stone Bead, only one-tenth the size of a fist, and it was very smooth without any patterns, and there were some small cracks on the edges.
Picking up the ball, Wang Lin couldn't help but think of Weird Dumb. This bead was the first magic weapon given to him by Weird Dumb. Wang Lin sighed softly, put his thoughts away, looked at the beads in his hand, his eyes flashed.
After a long time, the corners of his mouth turned up, showing a sinister smile, and he put the beads back into the storage bag. After doing this, he took a deep breath, opened his mouth and spit out a green light.
The green flying sword floated in front of him, motionless.
Wang Lin felt that after the change of spiritual power in his body these days, he always had a feeling of stagnation in controlling the flying sword. He was not as free as he used to be. Although with the change of spiritual power, the power of the flying sword was countless times stronger than before. , but a flying sword with sluggish control is absolutely not allowed for Wang Lin.
Therefore, Wang Lin plans to take this time to practice the flying sword again.
With both hands making secrets, Wang Lin fired out a few bursts of spiritual power. After wrapping the flying sword, Wang Lin patted the storage bag, and a gourd appeared in his hand. Wang Lin was willing to spend money on the magic weapon that he had refined with his own blood. He gritted his teeth. , after opening the gourd, pour out about one-third of the liquid.
This liquid filled with cold spiritual power floated in the air with a wave of Wang Lin's hand, and merged together to form a fist-sized drop of water. A trace of cold air spread out from it, and the surrounding cave walls swung. Suddenly a thin layer of frost appeared.
Wang Lin pointed at the water drop with his hand. The water drop immediately moved and hit the tip of the green flying sword. Then it flowed from the tip of the sword like flowing clouds and flowing water. Soon, the appearance of the green sword became crystal clear.
Wang Lin took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood left his mouth, he turned his right hand, and the sprayed liquid suddenly turned into a blood mist, and densely poured towards the flying sword wrapped in the liquid.
The liquid slowly seeped into the liquid, and soon, the aura liquid surrounding the flying sword had turned light red.
Wang Lin took a few breaths and bit the tip of his tongue again. After spitting out blood, he drew several symbols on it with his index finger. Every time he drew a symbol, Wang Lin threw it to the flying sword and printed it on it.
Gradually, there were more and more symbols, and after a while, all the blood was used up. Wang Lin glanced at Feijian, and without saying anything, he patted his chest. Suddenly, the spiritual power in his body began to surge, and then he pressed his chest. A stream of heart essence and blood was spat out.
Wang Lin's face turned pale. Without any hesitation, he immediately drew symbols with blood.
With more and more symbols, coupled with the effect of the essence and blood in the heart, slowly, the spiritual liquid covering the appearance of the flying sword has completely turned into dark red, even vaguely purple.
After the last drop of blood turned into a charm and was printed on the flying sword, Wang Lin concentrated regularly and shouted in a low voice: "Come together!"
With a buzzing sound, the flying sword trembled violently, and the sword immediately continued to tremble with increasing frequency. Wang Lin couldn't take his eyes away, showing a dignified look, and kept changing his hand gestures in the air with his hands.
Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy liquid wrapped around it made a hissing sound as if being baked by an invisible fire, and emitted traces of white smoke. As the white smoke became more and more, the liquid gradually became less and less.
Finally, all the liquid disappeared. Looking at the flying sword again, although the color was still green, there were several traces of blood on the sword. In addition, its size also shrank a lot, becoming only half of its original size.
What surprised Wang Lin even more was thatBut its hilt has almost completely disappeared. In the past, the ratio between the hilt and the sword body of the flying sword was 1:5, but now, it has almost reached the specification of 1:15. Basically, the hilt can be ignored. .
Wang Lin didn¡¯t know that his blood-refined sword was slowly undergoing an extreme transformation as his extreme realm was consolidated.
"After this kind of transformation finally reaches the extreme state, the attributes of its flying sword will reach the end of using all possible means in a certain aspect.
For example, now, Wang Lin has tested it and found that 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 non-flying sword flying. If the flying sword is added to the The teleportation, the terrifying degree of this flying sword is no small matter.
At the very least, if a monk in the elixir-forming stage has not opened his defensive magic weapon or has no armor, he will be hit by a sword and his life or death will be unknown. This is the power of the extreme realm on the magic weapon, breaking through the limitations of the magic weapon itself and maximizing a single attribute.
However, there are still big shortcomings when it comes to the Nascent Soul Stage. After all, Wang Lin's current cultivation level is only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even if he has the Ultimate Stage, he is still too weak.
The extreme state will only be brought into full play when you reach the Nascent Soul stage, and its horror will begin here.
At this time, the small green sword became more delicate. Traces of blue ice crystals appeared and disappeared on the sword, which looked quite strange and unpredictable.
Swallowing the flying sword into the Zi Mansion, Wang Lin's eyes were like lightning, and he calculated with his fingers that he spent a month in retreat this time. In the remaining month, Wang Lin prepared to practice in the Tianni Pearl. I am confident that on the day of exit, my cultivation level can break through the early stage of foundation building and reach the middle stage. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com