At the moment when the man in the green robe died, the doors of the altar rumbling and merging, Wang Lin looked as usual, but inside was a stormy wave. Looking at the slightly flapping wings, colorful butterflies around him, Wang Lin was silent for a moment and raised his right hand. , Pinching the mark, cautiously pressing towards the butterfly.
The butterfly wings halted and turned into colorful light spots, slowly spreading out, and after a while, it became like a Sagittarius vehicle again.
Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief, with faint sweat leaking out of his forehead. For him, this feeling of cold sweat is rare, but just now between the butterfly flapping its wings, the body of a monk at the peak of Yangshi collapsed with his soul. , But it made him extremely shocked.
"This shooting car and the son and the mother will cooperate, I can fight to see Nirvana!"
There was a gleam in Wang Lin's eyes. Sweeping around, the people of the Xianxuan tribe all around, after the death of the man in the green robe, returned to normal, each with sad eyes and a strong daze, silent on the ground.
In the distance, Tashan returned with injuries, holding a big pot in his hand, apparently having absorbed the fog beast that rushed towards the child, but he was injured too badly. After insisting on returning, he fell on the ground and passed out. .
Ten days passed in a flash. For the past ten days, Wang Lin has lived in the Xianxuan clan. The ancestors of this clan have prepared a very quiet place for him to stay.
In the past ten days, Wang Lin had no leisure time. In the detailed conversation with the old man afterwards, Wang Lin gradually felt that his previous guess was 80% correct.
It's just that this matter has nothing to do with him, Wang Lin's heart is how to leave here.
At the end of the sky here, Wang Lin has already been there. As Tashan said, there is an endless wall of flesh at the end, but there is blue light through it. This makes this place look like the outside world. The real place.
Except for the sky above, Wang Lin almost searched the surrounding areas of the mainland. In the end, there was still no exit. At this point, Wang Lin was convinced that the Xuan Yin Ding teleportation formation in the altar must be the way out of this place!
"Let’s not talk about the spirit of the Xuanyin Cauldron guarding the teleportation formation. It’s just the green-robed man before that makes this place extremely weird. The green-robed man claims to be an immortal, and the power he uses is similar to that of immortal power. Contains the aura of Yuanli. This is very similar to the Qingshui Immortal in the Thunder Realm, and coupled with the performance of the Xianxuan clan, from this scene, the man in the green robe has a certain possibility, really It's a fairy!"
While hesitating, Wang Lin walked out of the room and disappeared into the same place with one step, where Wang Lin's figure turned out in a plain on the eastern side of the mainland.
As soon as he appeared, there was a joyous whistle, and the mosquitoes were flying in the sky, circling a few times, and then came with strong winds.
On the grass in the distance, the Thunder Frog, with its body like a hill, lay there, rolled its eyelids, took a look at Wang Lin, and then closed it again.
Xu Liguo was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know where to look for joy.
When the mosquito beast came, Wang Lin showed a smile at the corner of his mouth and patted the mosquito's head lightly. The beast showed a comfortable expression on its face, and flew again, hovering in the sky.
Wang Lin stepped forward and stepped forward on the grass. After a while, he came to a clearing. The clearing was about a hundred meters in size. There was no grass on it. Instead, it was replaced by gullies. These gullies interlaced each other. Look. It is very complicated, like a formation.
Wang Lin didn't even look at the ravines on the ground, he lifted his feet and walked into it, at the center of the formation. He sat down cross-legged.
Since the Thunder Frog and the Mosquito Beast were released by Wang Lin, he never took them back, but allowed them to move freely. As for Xu Liguo, Wang Lin didn't bother to bother.
This is a place for meditation that Wang Lin found a few days ago. After driving out the grass, he set up a formation forbidden. There are mosquitoes and thunder frog protection methods, and the safety can reach a certain level.
Cross-legged, Wang Lin pinched the tactics with both hands, pressed it towards the formation, and immediately swayed, everything in it disappeared, and replaced by a grassland.
Whether it is near or far, you will never see the falsehood of this place, even if you really step into it, it is as normal.
After opening the formation, Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and his party in the Lightning Immortal Realm experienced many things in the crisis. The gains are even more rewarding, but there has been no time for finishing and final sacrifices.
Originally, he planned to leave the Thunder Immortal Realm and return to the Azure Spirit Star for a new sacrifice, but he didn't expect to be teleported into this strange land.
"At the moment, we must sacrifice the things obtained from the Thunder Immortal Realm as soon as possible to increase our strength, so that the road to leave can be made smoother."
As Wang Lin pondered, he tapped the storage bag and immediately found an extra piece of leather armor in his hand. This leather armor was very rough, and there were some runes on it. Holding the leather armor, Wang Lin gently rubbed his left hand on it.
"Ancient God's Leather Armor..."
Wang Lin was silent for a moment, throwing his right hand towards the sky, and immediately the armor flew up, and in an instant Wang Lin opened his mouth and spouted the spirit of the soul.
But seeing a white flame suddenly appeared, surrounding the ancient god's leather armor, under that flame, the leather armor did not change, but Wang Lin not only did not stop, but the spirit of the original spirit spurted out more.
The previous owner of this ancient god’s leather armor is likely to be Xiaoyaozi. Although this person is dead, it is clear that his cultivation base was extremely strong. God's consciousness.
"If this leather armor is given tens of thousands of years, I am afraid that the trace of the damaged soul on it will wake up by itself, generate another consciousness, and then become the spirit of this ancient god's leather armor!"
To the extent of Wang Lin's cultivation, some essence can already be seen. Although not all of the so-called instrument spirits, most of them are produced in this way.
The primordial spirit spit out around the ancient god's leather armor, time slowly passed, this is a slower process, after all, the strength of the god-conscious master on this ancient god's leather armor far surpasses the current Wang Lin.
Although the broken consciousness at this moment can not be underestimated, and most importantly, after countless years of evolution, this broken consciousness has already developed above the spirit of the instrument.
"Although this spirit is precious, if it is not driven away, this ancient god's leather armor will never truly belong to me, but will belong to that spirit. This is the same as the fairy sword of rain. Its true master can only It's the spirit within. Besides, this spirit is just the god consciousness of immortals, and conflicts with the ancient gods. Although these countless years of evolution have allowed them to slowly merge, it still doesn't work!"
A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, closed his eyes, and firmed up his thoughts of erasing the spirit that had not yet produced the mind.
Time flickered for a few days. On this day, on the leather armor of the ancient god that was refined by the spirit of the soul in front of Wang Lin, a cloud of blue mist gradually rose, and the mist shrank as if it were extremely The pain was forced out of the ancient god by Wang Lin's essence.
A string of silk threads connected between the fog and the ancient god's leather armor. The moment they pulled them apart, Wang Lin opened his eyes fiercely, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he immediately raised his right hand and cut down fiercely!
Zhan Luo Jue flicked out, what was cut down was the rule, what was cut down was the last trace of connection between the spirit and the ancient god's leather armor!
With a click, the silk thread was disconnected, the mist floated up, and went straight to the sky. At this moment, Wang Lin slapped his storage bag, and immediately turned the spirit flag out, forming a black mist in the sky, swallowing it, Then swallowed the mist.
The leather armor of the ancient god floated quietly in front of Wang Lin. After collecting the mist, Wang Lin's eyes condensed, and his consciousness immediately spread, filling the leather armor of the ancient god, leaving its own imprint on it, which is extremely imprinted. Deep, as soon as it blended into the ancient god's leather armor, this armor immediately exuded a breath of extreme vicissitudes.
The aura was so strong that it impacted the surroundings almost instantly, forming a huge vortex. In an instant, a storm-like rotation appeared on the plain where Wang Lin was.
At the center of this whirling storm, Wang Lin was motionless. He clearly felt that at the moment when his spiritual consciousness was imprinted on the leather armor, a familiar breath filled himself.
This familiar breath came from the leather armor. It was familiar and kind... It was like a wanderer who had been away for many years and suddenly met his relatives. This was Wang Lin's own feeling, but it was also the feeling of the ancient god's leather armor for Wang Lin.
This was mutual, the ancient god's leather armor immediately approached without Wang Lin's summoning, and merged into Wang Lin's chest. Wang Lin didn't have any rejection, but slowly felt the familiar and cordial feeling after the leather armor was integrated into his body.
The ancient god's leather armor was completely integrated into Wang Lin's body and dissipated. Outside the soul of his body, the ancient god's leather armor wrapped the soul and put it on the soul.
There was light in Wang Lin's eyes, he took a deep breath, a little on the eyebrows of his right hand, and immediately the light above the heavenly spirit flickered, the original spirit flew out, and the ancient god's leather armor could hardly be seen on the original spirit like the ancient thunder dragon. However, Wang Lin had a clear feeling that the Yuanshen had reached an extremely terrifying level in defense.
"It's a pity that I can't try the specific strength that can withstand it, but it should never be weak!"
Wang Lin Yuanshen moved and returned to his body.
After refining the ancient god's leather armor, Wang Lin didn't pause, but spit out, and immediately a golden light flew out of his mouth, flashing in the air, and it became a golden lock.
The lock is golden all over, emitting a ray of light. Wang Lin remembered that this thing was snatched from a Lei Xian Temple envoy when he broke into the Lei Xian Temple teleportation formation.
The primordial spirit of the Lei Xiandian messenger is still in the soul-respecting banner at this moment, and this person once said that he would exchange his life with a treasure.
Looking at the golden lock, Wang Lin directly permeated his spiritual consciousness. After these days of refining the soul, it was easy at this moment, and Wang Lin erased his predecessor's spiritual consciousness.
The golden lock dimmed immediately, fell from mid-air, and was grabbed by Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, staring at the golden lock in his hand, and muttered to himself: "Although this thing is good, it is far worse than the son and mother Dao Ku. It's just that the magical power in it that seals others, It’s fun!"
Wang Lin's internal vitality circulated his right hand, squeezing it fiercely, and smashed the golden lock in one hand.