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With his right hand waving in the air, the three magic weapons turned into crystal light and landed on the palm of Wang Lin's hand. They slowly turned around each other, emitting a dazzling light, which looked extremely dazzling.
The quality of these three magical treasures cannot be compared to real fairy treasures, and they cannot even reach low-grade ones. However, they can also be driven by fairy power and elicit the artistic conception and magical power contained in them.
Even without immortal power, monks below the stage of infant transformation can use their own spiritual power to control this treasure, but the power will be much weaker.
"Fake Immortal Treasure!" Wang Lin said softly.
This is the highest grade magic weapon he can make. After all, Wang Lin only has a rough understanding of weapon refining and not very detailed knowledge. Most of his understanding comes from the weapon refining jade from the Fire Burning Kingdom on Suzaku Star. simple.
Ordinarily, it would have been impossible for him to create such a magic weapon, but Wang Lin had his own Taoism, reached the peak of cultivation, and more importantly, he had mastered the restrictions.
Wang Lin withdrew his gaze from the three magic weapons. Wang Lin was not satisfied with these three magic weapons. He pondered for a while, then picked up the bronze mirror alone, with a flash of forbidden deduction in his eyes.
"If this magic weapon can have the effect of inheritance, its price will definitely increase a lot." Wang Lin closed his eyes and kept reasoning in his heart.
An ordinary magic weapon is just printed with divine consciousness, allowing the user to control it freely. But once the magic weapon is taken away and the spiritual consciousness is erased, it will become the other party's property.
"The only kind of inherited treasure is that in addition to one's own spiritual consciousness, there must also be inherited magic secrets. In this way, outsiders cannot control it if they get it.
Therefore, the value of a magic weapon with the effect of inheritance is far higher than that of the same level.
Wang Lin¡¯s soul-honoring flag, shooting chariot and other objects are such magical weapons. He closed his eyes and thought about the secret of inheritance. It's just that the refining method of the inherited treasure can only be possessed by those great masters in refining weapons. Such methods are not easily spread to the outside world, let alone easily refined. Therefore, this kind of treasure is rare.
Not long after, Wang Lin opened his eyes. He frowned and murmured: "Inheritance I can't understand it clearly. Maybe I thought about this problem in a wrong way. Instead of thinking about how to inherit it, I will add more to this magic weapon." A special seal, and then the seal formula to open the seal is placed in the jade slip and sold together. In this way, although it is not a true inheritance, it still has the effect of inheritance."
Wang Lin's eyes flashed. The focus of this pseudo-inheritance is the strength of the special seal. If he can make the seal so strong that no one can break it, then, although it is not a real inheritance, he still has a real inheritance. role.
The gleam of forbidden derivation quickly circulated in Wang Lin's eyes. He made a secret with his left hand and shot a restraint that fell on the bronze mirror. Then, without stopping, his left hand continued to play restraints. These restraints combined with each other to form a flashing black light. Complex runes.
After pondering for a while, Wang Lin looked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on one of the candlesticks. He pointed with his left hand, and the candlestick was immediately lit. As soon as he grabbed it, he immediately took the smoke and pressed it on the forbidden rune.
The rune immediately melted strangely and turned into a wisp of black smoke, which penetrated into the bronze mirror. Then he patted the storage bag and took out a jade slip. With a thought, he immediately kept the seal to break the restriction inside.
After putting away the bronze mirror, Wang Lin did not set up this false inheritance on the other two magic weapons. At this moment, the sky was getting brighter outside, Wang Lin closed his eyes and meditated.
The early sun shrouded the earth, dispersing all the darkness bit by bit. Wang Lin opened his eyes, stood up and pushed the door open to walk out. The sun shone on his body, and a warm feeling immediately penetrated from his skin into his mind. The spiritual power between heaven and earth, at this moment It is extremely rich and permeates the air, making people feel refreshed.
A feeling of tranquility filled his heart. Wang Lin moved slightly and walked forward. When he passed the exit, the young man under the rock was still meditating and absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.
Until Wang Lin disappeared, the young man opened his eyes, with contempt flashing in his eyes.
"Which of those foreign monks who came here didn't meditate and breathe out all day long, absorbing as much spiritual energy as possible? This person's qualifications are just ordinary. After all, hard work can make up for weakness, but this person gave up the most spiritual energy every morning. It's really sad at this moment, I can tell that he will definitely not be able to conceive a baby in this life!"
The young man retracted his gaze, closed his eyes and vomited again. His speed seemed to be a little faster than before, as if the spiritual power he absorbed at this moment was snatched from others.
When Wang Lin came yesterday, he saw some free markets in the west of the city, where many monks traded magic weapons and materials.
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Under the shock, the man stepped back a few steps, his face was extremely pale, and he stared blankly at Wang Lin's retreating back, speechless. He had a vague feeling in his heart that the flying sword seemed a little unusual.
At this moment, an old voice came from Baohe Building.
"Lu Feng, what's wrong?"
The middle-aged man quickly turned around and bowed, saying, "Mr. Sun, a monk just came here to sell magic weapons."
An old man walked out of Baohe Building. This man was hunched over and looked extremely old. His face was full of traces of time. His eyes did not have much sparkle. He looked at the middle-aged man and said flatly: "What? magic weapon?"¡ª¡ª
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