All the people in this ten-mile area outside the valley were absorbed by the valley people and became the same race. As for the old man in grey clothes, he had no choice but to accept this fact, and he couldn't even think of resisting at all.
More people have begun to practice spirit refining, and even the old man in grey clothes is also very interested in this technique.
In view of the increasing number of tribes and the people captured by Ouyang Hua and others when they went out to attack other tribes, up to now, there are more than 500 males in this area, which can be said to be in the middle rank among the nearby tribes.
With so many people gathered together, both inside and outside the valley, they seem to be a bit dense. In this regard, Wang Lin personally arranged a formation. This formation is based on prohibition and integrates the formation of the valley and the land of ten miles. Protection formation.
The protection range of this array is about 20 li. In this way, the problem of insufficient space is solved.
Every new tribe needs a tribe's name. After Ouyang Hua asked many times about this name, Wang Lin named it Lianhun.
The central location of the soul-refining tribe within a radius of 20 miles was where the valley was before. At this moment, everyone in the valley moved out and lived outside. The entire valley was demarcated as a forbidden zone. Only the people of Wang Lin were alone. Inside, outsiders are not allowed to enter unless called.
In addition, at the place of Taniguchi, there are people from the Soul Refining Clan guarding it, like a guard.
This valley has become the spiritual symbol of the soul-refining tribe and the pinnacle of the highest power. Wang Lin, who lives in it, is respected and respected by everyone in the soul-refining tribe.
Wang Lin's rules have never changed. There are only three ways to get the next stage of formulas.
In the entire soul-refining tribe, everyone is rushing to practice at all times. On weekdays, except for some patrolling people, there are almost no half-person figures, and all of them meditate in their respective houses.
The soul-refining tribe at this moment is no longer similar to any tribe in the land of demon spirits. In contrast, it is more like a new cultivation sect.
Wang Lin’s life has been immersed in peace after a long absence. He lived alone in the valley. Under his magical powers, all the houses in the valley before, disappeared, becoming a land of birds and flowers, like a fairyland. .
In this wonderland, Wang Lin personally built a wooden house. This wooden house is very simple, but in this simplicity, it contains the main road. If a monk sees this wooden house, he will immediately find out that every part of the wooden house is made up. A piece of wood may be different in size, but there is no difference in its weight.
This wooden house was where Wang Lin lived. He sat cross-legged in the wooden house and quietly vomited.
What he absorbed was not the power of immortality, but the demon power of this place!
Time slowly passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was winter. The winter in the land of the demon spirit was no different from the outside world. White snowflakes fell from the sky, and when you looked at it, the whole world was filled with silver capsules.
Wang Lin opened his eyes from meditation and walked out of the wooden house. Pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky. He quietly watched the snowflakes fall, immersing himself in it.
After a short while, Wang Lin looked up to the sky and muttered to himself: "It's been two years!"
He came to this land of demon spirits, and it was almost two years since he arrived. As long as this winter has passed, it will be two full years.
He raised his right hand and caught a piece of falling snow. The snow fell on the palm of his hand, and a trace of ice passed from it. Then, the snow melted. At the same time, a trace of demon power followed Wang Lin's palm and entered. in vivo.
"In the land of demon spirits, everything contains demon power!" Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes.
The snowflakes drifted down slowly and landed on Wang Lin, gradually increasing. After a few hours, Wang Lin became a snowman.
He remained motionless, quietly absorbing the demon power in the snowflakes. In the past two years, the demon crystals in his body had increased from the previous top five to thirty-four!
The more you go back, the harder it is to improve. The top three demon powers are equivalent to building a foundation, and ten times above it is the formation of pill. From then on, it will also gradually increase with ten times as a stage.
The fundamental reason why Wang Lin condensed demon power was precisely because this demon power could be integrated with the immortal power, so that it could increase the immortal power.
In order to reach the late stage of the infant transformation, Wang Lin's current fairy jade, although it has the reserves of the previous century, is still somewhat reluctant. As for the immortal jade needed for aspirations, it is even more unimaginable.
In this way, if you want to improve your cultivation, you must take another shortcut. This transformation with demon power is one of the methods Wang Lin thought of.
Wang Lin could think of this method, and other people would naturally think of it. Right now, it depends on who has absorbed the strong demon power.
This demon power, in Wang Lin's eyes, is an alternative immortal jade that can improve one's own cultivation!
In two years, this soul-refining tribe has made leaps again and again. With the need for the next-level formulas, more and more clansmen walked out of the valley and went out to experience each other. In addition, almost every time The tribe team went out every month and captured some small tribes.
While capturing a large number of prisoners, they also retrieved many different monster crystals.
It is worth mentioning that those formations that resist external immersion have almost no effect on the aboriginals in the land of the demon spirits. The effect of this formation seems to be to prevent the waves of the night of the demon spirits. Outsiders have entered.
With the passage of time, the population of the Soul Refining Tribe has increased, and the range of twenty li seems to be insufficient.
As a result, he had to expand the formation again. Wang Lin spent three days researching and finally expanded the range of the formation by another twenty li. In this way, the soul-refining tribe with a range of forty li suddenly changed. , Has become one of the powerful tribes within tens of thousands of miles nearby!
The increasing number of clansmen has made more people practicing spiritism. Wang Lin knew well that the soul in the soul flag needs to be sacrificed many times to maximize its power.
This method of sacrifice was inconvenient for him to teach these people, so he sacrificed the soul flag. Under its magical powers, this flag immediately turned into a large black fog, covering the sky within a radius of forty miles.
As soon as this black mist appeared, it immediately shocked everyone in the soul-refining tribe, and they walked out of their houses, and some of them were successful in cultivation. They directly controlled the soul flag to wrap themselves up, wanting to go to the black Check it out in the fog.
"Ding puts the soul into the black mist, fixed several times a day, it can increase the power of the soul!" Wang Lin's voice slowly spread from the valley and echoed for forty miles.
The moment his voice came out, all the people of the tribe within forty miles knelt on the ground, without any exception, the color of reverence in these people's eyes was extremely strong, and the opposite of their kneeling was the valley where Wang Lin lived.
After this black fog appeared, there was often black fog lingering within forty miles all day long. In these black fog, countless people|beast souls roared.
People of the soul-refining tribe have gradually become accustomed to releasing their souls into the black mist for refining every day, and this black mist has become the unique symbol of the soul-refining tribe.
In the soul-refining tribe, not all people are practicing soul-refining, and there are some who cannot practice at all. They can only go out hunting and provide food as hunters.
Thirteen, it is one of the hunters...
Since his cultivation base was abolished, he hasn't said a word again. The whole person is like a dumb man. In his body, there is not the slightest agility, and some seem to be just a body.
Only in the middle of the night, after countless attempts to vomit, can he see another expression on his face, but this expression is a deep pain and unwillingness.
He is not reconciled. There are many people in the clan who are now practicing to the fourth stage. There are also many people with more than ten strokes in their soul flags. There are even a few talented and intelligent people who completely replaced the thirteenth position of the year. Following Ouyang Hua, the new powerhouse in the tribe.
All this cut hurts his heart all the time.
It is precisely because of this that when he goes out hunting on weekdays, he often ignores his life and fights together. After a long period of time, he almost died many times. If he hadn't been taken care of by his family, he would have died long ago.
Some of the companions who took care of him knew Shisan's position in the tribe back then. Seeing him become like this at this moment, they only sighed inwardly.
On this day, Wang Lin was in the valley looking intently at a piece of wood in his hand. The wood turned black, emitting bursts of gloomy light.
This wood was when a tribe was attacking a small tribe, but they did not find the demon crystal, but they found that the tribe worshipped the wood, so they took it back and dedicated it to Wang Lin.
While checking, Wang Lin suddenly raised his head and looked outside the valley. After a while, he only heard the old voice of Ouyang Hua coming from outside the valley.
"You have something to ask for the ancestor!" The name ancestor naturally spread from all the population. Wang Lin did not refuse, and tacitly agreed.
"Come in!" Wang Lin looked down at the wood in his hand.
Ouyang Hua's figure swayed in from outside the valley. He was still holding a person on his hands. This person was bloody and pale.
Coming to Wang Lin quickly, Ouyanghua knelt on the ground, put the person aside, and whispered: "Old ancestor, Shisan encountered a rare demonized beast while hunting. The old man hurried immediately after he noticed it. Go, but it's too late!" All the creatures in the land of the demon spirits, if they accumulate too much demon power in their bodies, they will be demonized. Once demonized, their strength will double.
Wang Lin put the wood beside him and looked up at Thirteen.
Thirteen years ago, it was a lot older. At this moment, it looked like a young man, but rather like an old age.
"Retreat!" Wang Lin said solemnly.
Ouyang Hua got up and resigned respectfully.
After walking out of the valley, he sighed secretly, looked back at the valley, and said in his heart: "Thirteen, look at your good fortune," Wang Lin looked at Thirteen and began to ponder.