After teleporting for three times, the color of the flying sword had changed to light green. From the light it emitted or the sound of the sword, it could be clearly seen that it was in an extremely weak state.
Before long, the flying sword, which had not been teleporting, was forced to retreat again and again by two golden lights. Wang Lin's eyes condensed, and he opened his mouth again to spit out a breath of spiritual energy. The flying sword couldn't dodge, and was immediately wrapped in aura, with two golden lights. It even hovered outside the spiritual energy like two dragons. Once they found that the flying sword wanted to rush out, they immediately approached, and the forced flying sword could never leave.
As time passed, Feijian's struggling movements not only did not ease, but became more and more violent. The spiritual energy that wrapped it slowly dissipated. Wang Lin gritted his teeth and exhaled a breath of spiritual energy again, pinched the tactics, and continued to practice.
One night's time passed quietly, Feijian finally showed a faint sign, Wang Lin's face was pale, and he had exhaled dozens of auras during the night.
Even with the fifteenth level of his cultivation base during the condensing period, coupled with the help of the spiritual energy liquid, he felt exhausted physically and mentally and barely maintained it.
The morning sun drifted in through the window, Wang Lin's ritual was still continuing, the flying sword was no longer struggling, and it stopped gently in the air, and the aura of Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness slowly penetrated into the flying sword.
At this moment, Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed, and soon there was a knock on the door, and Zhang Hu's voice came from outside.
"Wang Lin, do you want to go to the appliance store in Tengjiacheng with me?"
Wang Lin took a deep breath and said loudly, "Zhang Hu, I'm at a critical moment in my practice. Go by yourself."
Zhang Hu stood outside the door, startled, pondered a little, stopped talking, but sat cross-legged outside Wang Lin's room.
Wang Lin ignored Zhang Hu and continued to sacrifice. Time passed, and night fell again. He had already drunk the three gourd spirit weapon liquid, but the flying sword still hadn't finished the sacrifice.
In desperation, Wang Lin had to ask Situ Nan for advice.
"Boy, you know you're looking for me? Huh, I've been waiting. If you are willing to retreat for ten years with this flying sword and use a lot of spiritual energy, you might be able to sacrifice it. I'm not talking about the heavenly space, but the reality. ." Situ Nan said without urgency.
"So long?" Wang Lin frowned.
"Of course, this is a pill treasure, and it is super top grade. It should be a lunatic in the late stage of alchemy. At the moment of forming a baby, regardless of his own safety, he even failed to fight the baby, and used the baby to merge with the world. It was made with great effort in an instant. What a lunatic, the old man wanted to do the same, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn’t dare. It’s okay to know that the baby failed, but it’s the most dangerous during this period. A mistake will cause the collapse of his own consciousness. , Death has no place to bury one's body.
That Bai Zhan must have been helped by the flying sword maker at that time, so that he can be sacrificed and refined into his own thing. If the old man's body is still alive, he can naturally be refined easily. Now, I can't do anything...but... Situ Nan said slowly.
Wang Lin has now figured out Situ Nan's temper, knowing that this old guy likes to hang people's appetite, he is not in a hurry, waiting for the other party to follow.
After a while, Situ Nan sighed and muttered: "Forget it, tell you, this thing is too time-consuming to use the normal method of sacrifice. I will teach you a method called the technique of blood refining. The disadvantage is that once the flying sword is damaged, you will also suffer a bondage. This kind of bondage is several times more serious than using other methods to sacrifice and refine."
Wang Lin pondered for a moment, and said, "Let's talk about how to use this blood refining method."
Situ Nan just wanted to whet Wang Lin's appetite, but when he thought that this kid must be ignoring himself, he simply said the method, but finally made a request.
"I haven't touched a woman for many years. Whatever you say will make me enjoyable, even if you look at it!"
Wang Lin was noncommittal. Following Situ Nan's method, he staggered the weird tactics with his hands interlaced, bit his tongue, and spit out a blood mist containing spiritual power. After changing the tactics with his right hand, he immediately drew a strange symbol in the air.
As soon as the symbol was drawn, it immediately plunged into the blood mist. The blood mist rolled and shrank sharply into the symbol. Gradually, the blood on the symbol thickened. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his left hand took a shot, and the blood symbol was printed on it. Above the flying sword.
Feijian trembled, and a faint white gas immediately appeared.
Wang Lin immediately spit out another mouthful of blood fog, his expression was a little wilting, but his eyes were firmer, and with his right hand, a more weird symbol was drawn, and the blood fog was fused and hit on the flying sword.
This process lasted for several hours, until the early morning of the third day, a sword sound came from Wang Lin's room, and then instantly dissipated, Zhang Hu had been sitting cross-legged outside the room, and stood up suddenly.
Wang Lin's door opened silently. With a smile on his face, Wang Lin was extremely happy, and said, "Zhang Hu, thank you very much."
Zhang Hu glanced at Wang Lin with a weird face, and said, "What kind of exercises are you practicing? Why did I hear the sword sound just now?"
Wang Lin opened his mouth, and a small green sword flew out immediately, with a deep chill. As soon as the sword was out, there was a bloody atmosphere around him.
Zhang Hu was taken aback and lost his voice: "This... Is this my master's flying sword? You made it through sacrifice? Huh, how can there be such a strong smell of blood?"
Wang Lin nodded and summoned with his right hand. Fei Jian returned to him instantly and was swallowed by him. Wang Lin was also quite annoyed by the bloody air. Situ Nan slowly told him after the blood refining was successful. He, any magic weapon refined by blood, will exude a strong bloody aura, and as the number of murders in the future increases, the bloody aura will become more intense.
Zhang Hu stared at Feijian blankly, took a deep breath after a long time, and said, "Wang Lin, I am convinced. With this Feijian, waiting people can't easily hurt you. The point of this Feijian lies in the moment. Move, depending on the spiritual power of its owner, the distance of the teleport will vary, but unexpectedly, it is definitely a weapon for killing."
The two chatted a few more words. Zhang Hu got up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he told Wang Lin that three days later, it was the day of the trade fair at the beginning of the month, so he should prepare.
After Zhang Hu left, Wang Lin took out the scabbard from the storage bag. Even Situ Nan was amazed by this scabbard, not knowing what quality magic weapon it was.
Before Wang Lin thought that the scabbard and the flying sword should be one body, but after refining the flying sword, he took a closer look and found the difference between the two.
This scabbard showed a sense of killing in its simplicity. The more you look closely, the heavier this killing intent. Gradually, Wang Lin seemed to be on the scene, except for a confused sword. blank.