There are a total of seven tokens. So far, Wang Lin has two pieces from Li Shan, one piece from the Xuandao Sect, one piece from the Misty Sect, one piece from the Hehuan Sect, and a total of five pieces.
Throw away the piece taken by the corpse Yinzong, that is, seven tokens, which is still the last piece.
Wang Lin pondered a little. He searched for all the sects in Cassia Valley, but he did not find the last piece. Of course, he did not rule out the possibility of being hidden elsewhere. However, Wang Lin did not intend to look for it vigorously. Five yuan is enough, which basically guarantees that one can enter the outer battlefield.
After not thinking about tokens anymore, Wang Lin immediately considered his pre-war preparations two months later.
The first is the blue rice grain magic weapon. After supplementing the previously consumed grain, he has a total of three grains. Of these three grains, only one is a single product that has not been fused, and the other two are all two-in-one super magic weapons. .
After placing the three magic weapons carefully, Wang Lin pondered a little, opened the storage bag, and fiddled with it. During this period, he killed a lot of people, and he also made some of the storage bags. Now, there are still some in his pocket. A lot of things.
After turning for a long time, Wang Lin suddenly took out a round bead, which was much smaller than the Tianni stone bead, only one-tenth the size of a fist, and it was very smooth, without any patterns, and there were some fine cracks on the edge.
Picking up the round beads, Wang Lin couldn't help but think of the weird dumb, this bead was the first magic weapon that the weird dumb gave him. Wang Lin sighed softly, put away his mind, looked at the beads in his hand, his eyes flickered.
After a long time, the corners of his mouth cocked, revealing a sullen smile, and put the beads back in the storage bag. After finishing this, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth to exhale a green light.
The green flying sword, floating in front of him, motionless.
During this period of time, Wang Lin felt that after the spiritual power in his body changed, there was always a feeling of hindrance in controlling the flying sword. It was not as arbitrary as before. Although with the variation of spiritual power, the power of flying sword was countless times stronger than before. , But for Wang Lin, a flying sword that controls the obstacles is absolutely not allowed.
Therefore, Wang Lin planned to take this time to re-practice the flying sword.
After pinching the tactics with both hands, Wang Lin played a few spiritual powers, wrapped the flying sword, Wang Lin slapped his storage bag, a gourd appeared in his hand, Wang Lin was willing to pay for the magic weapon of his own blood, and he gritted his teeth. , After opening the gourd, pour out about one-third of the liquid.
This liquid full of cold and cold spiritual power, floating in the air between Wang Lin's wave of his hand, fused together to form a fist-sized drop of water, a trace of cold air diffused out of it, and the surrounding walls of the cave, huh A thin layer of frost appeared.
Wang Lin pointed the drop of water with his hand, and the drop of water immediately moved and hit the tip of the green flying sword. Then, it left behind from the tip of the sword like flowing water, and soon the appearance of the green little sword became crystal clear.
Wang Lin took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue, and spouted a mouthful of blood. When the blood left his mouth, he turned his right hand, and the sprayed liquid suddenly turned into a blood mist, densely rushing to the flying sword wrapped in liquid.
The liquid slowly penetrated into the liquid, and soon, the aura liquid covering the flying sword had turned pale red.
Wang Lin took a few breaths and bit his tongue again. After the blood was ejected, his index finger drew several symbols in it. Every time he drew a symbol, he threw it towards Feijian and printed it on Wang Lin.
Gradually, there were more and more symbols. After a short while, the blood was all used up. Wang Lin glanced at Feijian, and slapped his chest without saying a word. The spiritual power in his body suddenly moved, and then he pressed his chest. A puff of blood was vomited out.
Wang Lin's face was pale, he didn't hesitate, and immediately drew symbols with blood.
With more and more symbols, coupled with the effect of the essence and blood in the heart, slowly, the spiritual liquid covering the surface of the flying sword has completely turned dark red, and even slightly purple.
After the last drop of blood was turned into a spell and printed on the flying sword, Wang Lin paid his attention regularly and shouted in a low voice: "Hey!"
With a buzzing sound, Feijian trembles violently, and the sword body immediately continued to tremble. The frequency became higher and higher. Wang Lin kept his eyes open, showing a solemn expression, changing his hand skills continuously in the space between his hands.
Immediately afterwards, the aura liquid wrapped on it, as if being roasted by an invisible fire, made a belching sound, emitting a trace of white smoke, and as the white smoke increased, the liquid gradually became less.
In the end, all the liquid disappeared. Looking at the flying sword, although the color was still green, there were a few more bloody traces on the sword. In addition, its size was also reduced a lot, becoming only half of the original size.
What surprised Wang Lin even more was that its hilt almost completely disappeared. The ratio of the hilt to the blade of the previous flying sword was 1:5, but now, it has almost reached the specification of 1:15. Above, the hilt is already negligible.
Wang Lin didn't know that this sword of his blood refining was slowly undergoing an extreme transformation as his extreme realm consolidated.
This kind of transformation, after finally reaching the extreme realm, the attributes of its flying sword will reach the end of omnipotence in a certain aspect.
For example, now, Wang Lin tested it, and its speed is faster than before. If it is fully deployed, with Wang Lin’s current eyesight, he has already seen the traces of not flying with a flying sword. If you add a flying sword, The teleportation, the terrifying extent of this flying sword, is already no small thing.
At the very least, if a cultivator in the pill formation stage has not opened the defensive magic weapon, or has no armor, he will be struck by a sword, life and death are unknown. This is the power that the extreme realm exerts on the magic weapon, breaking through the limitation of the magic weapon itself, and exerting a single attribute to the extreme.
However, there are still big shortcomings for the Shang Yuanying stage. After all, Wang Lin's current cultivation base is only the foundation stage. Even if there is an extreme state, it is still too weak.
The extreme realm can only be brought into full play at the Nascent Soul Stage, and its horror will also unfold.
The small green sword at this time is more refined, with traces of blue ice crystals appearing and disappearing on the sword body from time to time, which looks quite strange and unpredictable.
Swallowing the flying sword into the purple mansion, Wang Lin's eyes were like electricity, and he counted. It took him a month to retreat and sort out this time. For the remaining month, Wang Lin was going to cultivate from the Tianni Pearl. With confidence, on the day of exit, the cultivation base can break through the initial stage of foundation building and reach the mid-term.