The demon immediately frowned, took a mouthful of a milky white soul ball, and forced it out of his body. When he vomited more than forty, his golden core had already reached the edge of shattering.
As soon as Wang Lin waved his hand, the forty-three soul balls pressed on his forehead one by one, entered the sea of knowledge, and lined up with the soul of the monk in the pill formation stage of Xuanwu country.
The extreme spiritual consciousness appeared like a lightning, and flashed through these soul balls. With the disappearance of the soul balls, Wang Lin could feel that his own spiritual consciousness had grown a little bit.
The demon secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Wang Lin eagerly, and muttered in his heart: "It's too much, these are all I snatched back from the damn sword spirit. Sooner or later, I will fight with you for whatever I say. Oh, huh, wait until I recover to the Yuan Ying cultivation base."
He was thinking about how to clean up Wang Lin when he returned to the Nascent Soul Stage, when Wang Lin grabbed his body and threw it back into the Dragon Jin. The demon sighed aggrievedly from the bottom of his heart, and the idea of fighting against him now rose again. However, considering that even if the golden core was broken, it would be difficult to please the ending, so he immediately wilted again.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of spiritual liquid and meditating for a while, Wang Lin thought about the power of Jie Donglai's sword repair before, and immediately took out the spiritual stone, and successively arranged hundreds of tortoise shell mysterious mitigation formations with personal defenses.
After finishing this, he took a deep breath and patted a side wall. The dragon teeth immediately made a roar and opened slowly. Wang Lin got up and walked out.
As soon as he walked out, he immediately cast his gaze on a soft, charming and delicate figure at the dragon's tail. Li Muwan looked haggard, but his eyes were piercing. Was constantly scratching on one of the scales of the dragon's tail.
Shangguanmo stood aside with a smile on his face, holding a huge night pearl in his hand. Illuminate it.
Wang Lin was silent, his retreat was not too long this time. Just looking at Li Muwan's appearance, it seemed that he had never left from the beginning to the end. He sighed in his heart and jumped out. Falling from the dragon's head like running clouds and flowing water, floating behind Li Muwan.
When Shangguanmo saw Wang Lin, he immediately took hold of his mind, and worked harder to urge his spiritual power into the beads, making the light radiating brighter. At the same time, he quickly forced sweat on his forehead. In order to show their seriousness.
Wang Lin looked at Li Muwan's focused face. The beautiful face with picturesque eyebrows frowned at this time. Pursing his lower lip. Staring intently at the stripes on the scales. A gust of mist came. Take a few strands of her hair.
"Let's go. I'll take you home..." Wang Lin said slowly in a low voice.
Li Muwan's fingers trembled. He raised his head and looked at Wang Lin. Staring into his eyes. After a long time. Softly said: "Are you really going to send me back?"
Wang Lin avoided Li Muwan's gaze. Nodded.
Li Muwan chuckled lightly. It's just laughter. With a hint of helplessness. She stood up. After tidying up my clothes, he said, "Give me three days. Okay?"
Wang Lin glanced at her. Floating away. Fall on top of the dragon's head. Sit down cross-legged.
Li Muwan took out a piece of jade slip from her storage bag and placed it on her forehead. After carving the stripes from the dragon scales, she turned to Shangguan Mo and said flatly, "Prepare a secret room for me."
Shangguan Mo hurriedly said yes, the secret path seemed to be wrong at the beginning, and the relationship between the evil star and the little lady was not as he had guessed.
In the secret room, Li Muwan sat quietly on the ground, and scenes from the past few years flashed before her eyes. After being chased by monks in the Dan-condensing period of the Xuanwu Kingdom and rescued by Wang Lin, the two fled all the way, and finally attracted the fire beast. She rushed out of the fire beasts and entered the sea of repairing demons to make the stone mansion. She refines alchemy every day, while Wang Lin practiced wholeheartedly... Until three years of going out, she bought a pill furnace for her, and when she came back, the monks in the alchemy period chased and killed him, Wang Lin Jiedan successfully led her all the way to kill and blaze a path of blood.
Especially when Wang Lin was forming pill formation, a weak woman herself, facing the ten pill formation stage magic cultivation, was about to cut her heart, when Wang Lin suddenly appeared, and the other party flees for her life. This violent change, She couldn't bear it, she almost fell, and was finally held in his arms.
"Don't move, I'll take you to kill." These words kept echoing in Li Muwan's ears. Thinking of these words, Li Muwan's heart was full of complex colors, her pretty face turned red, and she recalled these words many times along the way. , Sometimes it was quite dumbfounding, but in the end, as Wang Lin beheaded all the way, these words were like a daughter, deeply pressed in her heart.
"I'll take you to kill..." Li Muwan muttered to herself with a smile on her mouth. She took a deep breath and chuckled softly: "Others are going to see the wind, the snow and the moon, the sunrise and the sunset, but he is taking me to kill..."
But then, she sighed faintly, and said to herself: "In these years, he has never asked my name, and I don't know what his name is. Perhaps, in his eyes, my name is not important anymore. The important thing is, I can refine the pill... Now that the pill is finished, I have lost its value..." Thinking of this, the complex complexion in her heart became stronger, and gradually turned into bursts of heart-piercing pain, a trace of blood shed from the corner of her mouth, and she was white. The blood on the flawless pretty face looks shocking.
A word called poignant beauty was printed on Li Muwan's face at this time.
After a long time, she pressed her lower lip and took out pieces of jade slips from the storage. The total amount was 18,974 yuan, which was exactly the number of scales on the entire body of the dragon.
At the beginning, the number of disciples under Jie Donglaimen was insufficient, and they did not stand up to all the scales.
These scales are the result of her staying in this half month, almost sleepless, spending a lot of effort, rubbing down one by one, and the loss of heart power in these two months has made her lifespan less at least five years...
It's just that, Li Muwan didn't care anymore. She picked up pieces of jade slips, concentrated on them, and connected them one by one. From time to time, she would change the stripes and paint them.
The first thing she did was to merge these nearly 20,000 pieces of jade slips and put them on top of 10,000. After that, it was five thousand yuan, and so on...
Three days later, Li Muwan's face was bloodless, and her body was extremely haggard, as if a person would fall when the wind blows, and she helped the wall to walk out of the secret room.
Wang Lin held an object in his hand and sat quietly at the dragon’s head for three days. After Li Muwan appeared, he put away the object in his hand, leaped and fell beside her, looking at the other's haggard face, Wang Lin frowned. He wrinkled and asked: "What are you doing in the past three days? Drink it." From the storage bag, he took out a jade bottle, which contained more than 300 drops of spiritual liquid, and placed it in Li Muwan's hands.
Li Muwan cherished the jade bottle in her arms and whispered softly, "Thank you brother, I'm fine, let's... let's go..." she said, her face suddenly became ruddy, she leaned on Wang Lin's shoulder, and whispered again. : "Let's go... Go home..."
Wang Lin was silent for a long time, with his left arm around Li Muwan's waist, his body immediately soared, the crystal light flying sword cleared the way, and the two of them disappeared beyond the sky in an instant.
At this moment, in a teahouse in Nandou City, an old man with a nose like a hook and a frosty face opened the door and walked in. This man was tall and thin, wearing a blue Gebu robe, three inches above the bottom of his robe. Embroidered with seven golden plum blossoms, there is a red dot in the center of the flower, which looks unusually bright.
This plum blossom was originally elegant, and if it was golden, it would have a sense of vulgarity, but the bright red in the plum blossom immediately changed the overall feeling of the plum blossom.
There were many monks in the inn, and they talked softly with each other. The moment the old man entered, the conversation immediately disappeared. After several eyes turned on the old man, he withdrew.
After entering the inn, the old man didn’t even look around. Instead, he sat down by the window, ordered some light drinks, and drank himself. His brows were sometimes frowned, sometimes loosened, and he was full of thoughts. Look like.
At this time, the soft whispering in the inn once again resumed.
On one of the tables, several cultivators looked worried and whispered: "That evil star killed all the way, and finally fought Xie Donglai for three days and three nights in the Douxie Sect Longshan, and finally used a mysterious magic weapon. Knowing Donglai with one move, he spurred his corpse for seven days and seven nights. Hey, I think there will be a new city owner in Nandou City."
The old man in green shirt changed his expression when he heard the "mysterious magic weapon".
"Hey, what is this? I saw the evil star with my own eyes. At that time, the whole sky was full of corpses tied up by him. There were at least a thousand corpses. He was dragged behind by him, and the evil star would also enjoy it. , Still holding a charming little lady in her arms, just whizzing through the sky like this, the scene is really unforgettable." A round-faced monk, with a look of recollection on his face, sighed.
The old man in Qingshan frowned slightly and murmured a few words in a low voice.
"Say quietly, you guys, I heard that the human nature is bloodthirsty, the cultivation technique is extremely vicious death curse, and the most hate others talk about, be careful if it reaches his ears, you will die without death. Ground." A cold-faced young man sneered on the side after taking a sip of wine.
When the old man in Qingshan heard the three words Death Curse, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Let me say that if there is a hundred-day hunting order for ten thousand demons in this person's body, if he is still in the Sea of Cultivation, I am afraid that he will not live for a few days. Although there are no cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage in Nandou City at this time, it will spread at this time. No monk Yuanying came here, if I were him, I would definitely find a place to escape for a hundred days." The young man sneered and took another sip of wine.
"Hundred-day killing order!?" The old man's eyes brightened and his right hand grabbed. The young man who was drinking immediately flushed his neck. He was grabbed by an invisible big hand and slammed over.
"Little guy, the old man is very interested in the person you mentioned. Can you tell me something in detail?"