A series of cracks appeared on the two pieces of fairy jade like scars. Gradually, there were more and more cracks, and the color of the fairy jade was no longer white, but became dead gray.
On this day, after the last immortal force of the immortal jade in front of Wang Lin was squeezed dry by Wang Lin, it immediately cracked and completely collapsed, turning into a pile of powder, and piled up on the ground into a small mountain shape.
At the same time, the piece of fairy jade behind him also collapsed, following in his footsteps.
Wang Lin's hair drifted away strangely without wind. The fairy qi that emerged from his body was countless times stronger than before. A majestic coercion passed from his body, surrounded by seven small flags. Suddenly couldn't bear it, trembling one after another, and finally was shaken away.
Wang Lin slowly raised his head and stood up. His eyes flickered, and then he calmed down.
"One-third completed..." Wang Lin's gaze fell on Duntian who was meditating on the side.
Duntian opened his eyes, smiled in his eyes, and said, "Yes, let's go, the old man will take you to grab the fairy jade. This is the tradition of my soul refining sect. Although the immortal surrender clan is in chaos, it can't stop my soul refining sect. This tradition." Duntian laughed, and tore his right hand in front of him, suddenly a black whirlpool appeared, and he stepped in.
A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, followed behind, and entered the whirlpool.
When they appeared, the two were already in the void outside the Soul Refining Zong Mountain Gate. With his hands on his back, a white cloud appeared under his feet and flew forward.
Wang Lin followed the weather unhurriedly, immersed in his body, feeling the changes in the power of immortality.
At this moment, there is not much spiritual power left in his body, and more than half of it has been transformed into immortal power. As a result, the immortal power in his body has increased, except for the structure of the body, flesh and blood, etc. All need fairy power to condense, so a lot of fairy jade is needed to finally complete the infant transformation.
In the western part of the country of Bilu, there is a marshland that cannot be seen at a glance. This is a deadly world, with a radius of thousands of miles and no people can be seen.
Here is the Le Valley in all insects. The environment in the swamp makes this place so many poisonous insects, even some, even the monks dare not provoke them.
Here, you can often see a group of dense insects, whizzing by, whizzing, they are the king here.
In the swamp, there are also some other monsters. All of them are full of poisonous insects, but they are still inferior to those poisonous insects, so almost most of the time, these monsters are all living in the swamp and will not easily surface.
The entire Belgian country, except for mortals. The pockets know that the swamp land in the west must not step into the half step, there is not a place of natural danger, but the mountain gate of the magic way.
The Tao of the Devil lives in this swamp land.
The Tao of Zimbabwe is a rather peculiar sect, this sect does not have a real kind of mountain gate hall, he is almost completely scattered, and exists in this huge swamp in a scattered way.
In the swamp, there are some areas, although they are not big, they are not deep and can be inhabited. The disciples of Zing Mo Dao live in these areas, scattered and scattered, almost all over the marshland.
The disciples of the Tao of Demons often don't have much friendship with each other, and most of them practice alone. The technique of his school is the technique of worm repair. With the large number of poisonous worms in the swamp, it also adds a lot of convenience to their cultivation.
On this day, in the sky at the edge of the swamp. Two figures appeared, one the old and the young. The old one was dressed in black, with gray hair and almost skinny all over. The one with his hands on his back. His eyes were cold, his body exuded bursts of breath that made all the poisonous insects around him startled.
The one next to him is a young man. This man is dressed in white and his hair is properly tied behind his head. Although he is not handsome, he has a sense of relevance, especially the doubles of the past. Eyes, black and white, without any impurities, don't say anything, just one glance can penetrate people's hearts.
The two of them are Duntian and Wang Lin.
Duntian was obviously familiar with the road, and he took Wang Lin directly to the place, looking at the swamp below him, Duntian said with emotion: "Zeng Niu, don't look at this demon road with only people hiding its head and tail, but I tell you they are demon road. My disciple, I was a mouse in my previous life, you know, my master brought me here back then, and the immortal jade robbed was almost three times that of the ordinary sect."
After he finished speaking, he immediately grabbed his right hand, and suddenly a billion soul flags appeared in his hands. The three-zhang flags were held in his hands, and Duntian's entire momentum immediately changed. He stared at the large swamp under his feet. With a wave of the right-handed soul banner, the soul within it whistled out and swept away in all directions. At this moment, the sky and the earth changed, and the stars shifted.
But seeing all the places on the sky and the ground, all surrounded by souls, bursts of ghosts crying and wolf howling, screaming roars, turning into sound waves that are not weak and attacking magic weapons, rumbling and spreading towards the surroundings.
More than a dozen infants turned into souls, and they roared immediately after they appeared, with a glow of excitement on their faces. They reappeared without waiting for the call, but they saw a poisonous insect, as if they had encountered a natural enemy, they scattered like crazy.
Duntian's eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Mouses of the Demon Road, your soul-refining sect, Grandpa Duntian is here, the rules are as usual, hurry up and offer immortal jade!"
When Wang Lin heard this, he laughed aloud. This Duntian's words were also interesting. Could it be that he had set some rules before robbing others of the fairy jade.
Wang Lin didn't know that this soul-refining sect had become accustomed to domineering. When Duntian was brought here by his master, he said this. It is said that his master's master also said the same thing back then.
In short, there are indeed rules in this matter.
But I heard a few angry roars coming from the swamp. The two figures turned into lightning, and came whizzing. Those souls who tried to stop them were shocked by the momentum of the two people before they got close.
But these two people also know in their hearts, they didn't hurt their souls, they just pushed back.
"Old Duntian ghost, the fairy jade is gone!" One of them, wearing a purple robe and two blood-red centipedes around his ears, shouted immediately.
The other person is an old woman. This person is wearing a Gebu shirt. Although there are many wrinkles on his face, his eyes are extremely bright. She coughed and interrupted the old man wearing a purple robe. Said: "Old Ghost Duntian, this time the fairy jade can't be given to you. When the immortal bereaved clan called last time, the old lady was seriously injured. She has only recovered most of her injuries with the fairy jade. For the sake of the future, I can't give it to you."
Duntian's eyes condensed, and he fell on the old woman, with his right hand at the center of his eyebrows, and the death intent that had been suppressed in the middle of his body suddenly emerged. He said hoarsely: "Yanhong, my birthday, less than two years."
The old woman was startled, her complexion slightly changed.
The old man in the purple-red robe also looked a little ugly, and muttered: "You soul-refining sect is a group of lunatics. With your own birthday, you are not afraid of death at all, and use those billion soul flags to rob people of immortal jade. …"
Duntian laughed and said, "Yes, the old man's life is less than two years old, so naturally he is not afraid of death. Today, give me the fairy jade, and I will leave. If you don't give me the fairy jade, I won't fight with you, but in this swamp Lao Tzu wants to exterminate all of the poisonous charges.
The old man in a purple robe smiled angrily. Just about to speak, the old woman gave a dry cough and said, "Old ghost, why bother, if you do it. Let’s not say whether your Soul Refining Sect will be retaliated by the two of me. I can tell with certainty about the junior next to you. You, he must die."
Wang Lin smiled slightly, his right hand was a little empty, and the fairy sword flew out of the storage bag and swept it away. The sword light whizzed past. With this sword, Wang Lin used a trace of celestial power. Although he hadn't completely transformed himself, he could still use a little bit of celestial power.
Immortal sword, naturally requires immortal power to use. After merging into the immortal power, this sword flashed dazzling golden light suddenly, and a ray of immortal might suddenly spread from it, and when it swept away, its sword light was as fast as lightning. With a state of opening up the world, the whistling came.
The old woman's complexion changed drastically, she quickly grabbed the storage bag, and suddenly a tortoise shell appeared in her hand, and she threw it down to block the sword light.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the turtle shell suddenly shattered and turned into fly ash. At the same time, the sword light was also blocked by it and dissipated.
The old woman's complexion was extremely ugly, and the old man in the purple robe beside her also changed his complexion and stared at Wang Lin.
"You two, will you really die today?" Wang Lin said in a flat tone.
"Who are you!" the old woman said in a deep voice. The power of the sword just now contained immortal power. She was not surprised at this point. In fact, she had already noticed that Wang Lin's cultivation was in the transformation of gods and spirits when she appeared before. Infant change.
For a monk of this level, she didn't pay attention to it, but at this moment, she did not expect that the person in front of her actually had an immortal treasure!
A magic weapon driven by spiritual power, no matter what its quality, is called a spiritual treasure.
Similarly, magic weapons driven by immortal power are called immortal treasures.
The so-called immortal treasure is a magic weapon that can completely withstand the inflow of the immortal power and can perfectly exert the power of the immortal power. This kind of magic weapon is not very common in the cultivation world. Generally speaking, an infant monk is extremely great in this life. Part of the pursuit, in addition to marching into the aspiration, is to obtain a fairy treasure.
The same is the infant monk, there is a huge gap between the immortal treasure and no immortal treasure. If you own the immortal treasure, you have a weapon that can perfectly perform the immortal power. Otherwise, you can only use some magical powers to use the immortal power, after all Still weak.
In addition, there are some magic weapons, which are located between the spirit and the immortal. They can also be manipulated by the power of the fairy. Although they cannot be fully utilized, they can also increase their power. They are several times more powerful than those driven by spiritual power. Pseudo fairy treasure.
One billion soul flags and forbidden flags are such magic weapons.