Renegade Immortal

There are seven tokens in total. So far, Wang Lin has two tokens from Li Shan, one token from Xuan Dao Sect, one token from Piaomiao Sect, and one token from Hehuan Sect. Together, there are five tokens in total.

Throw away the one that the Corpse Yin Sect took away, that is to say, seven tokens, and the last token is still short.

Wang Lin pondered for a while. He searched all the sects in Cassia Valley, but he didn't find the last piece. Of course, he didn't rule out that it might be hidden elsewhere, but Wang Lin didn't plan to search hard. Seven tokens, he took Five yuan is enough, which basically guarantees that one can enter the foreign battlefield.

After he stopped thinking about tokens, Wang Lin immediately thought about preparing for the battle two months later.

The first is the magic weapon of cyan rice grains. After supplementing the one he consumed before, he has three grains in total. Of these three grains, only one is a single product that has not been fused, and the other two are super powerful two-in-one magic weapons .

After carefully putting away the three magic treasures, Wang Lin pondered for a while, opened the storage bag, and rummaged through it. He killed a lot these days, and he also got some of the storage bags more or less. Now in his pocket, there are still some Quite a few things.

After searching for a long time, Wang Lin suddenly took out a round bead. It was much smaller than the Tianni Stone Bead, only one-tenth the size of a fist, and it was very smooth without any pattern, and there were some fine cracks on the edge.

Picking up the round bead, Wang Lin couldn't help thinking of the strange man, this bead was the first magic weapon given to him by the strange man. Wang Lin sighed softly, put away his thoughts, looked at the beads in his hand, his eyes flickered.

After a long time, the corners of his mouth curled up, showing a gloomy smile, and he put the beads back into the storage bag. After doing this, he took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to spit out a green light.

The green flying sword floated in front of him, motionless.

During these days, Wang Lin felt that after the spiritual power in his body mutated, he always had a feeling of stagnation in controlling the flying sword. He was not as free as before, although with the change of spiritual power, the power of the flying sword was countless times stronger than before. , but a flying sword with poor control is absolutely not allowed to Wang Lin.

Therefore, Wang Lin planned to use this time to refine the flying sword again.

With both hands, Wang Lin unleashed some spiritual power to wrap the flying sword. Wang Lin slapped the storage bag, and a gourd appeared in his hand. Wang Lin was willing to spend money on the magic weapon he refined with blood. He gritted his teeth , after opening the gourd, pour out about a third of the liquid.

This liquid full of cold and spiritual energy floated in the air when Wang Lin waved his hand, and fused together to form a fist-sized water droplet. A trace of cold and cold air spread out from it, and the walls of the surrounding cave were blown. Suddenly, a thin layer of frost appeared.

Wang Lin pointed at the drop of water, and the drop of water immediately moved and hit the tip of the green flying sword. Then, like flowing clouds and flowing water, it left from the tip of the sword. Soon the appearance of the small green sword became crystal clear.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue, and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood left his mouth, he turned his right hand, and the sprayed liquid turned into a blood mist, densely rushing towards the flying sword wrapped in liquid.

The liquid slowly penetrated into the liquid, and soon, the aura liquid that wrapped Feijian had turned light red.

Wang Lin took a few breaths, bit the tip of his tongue again, and after spurting blood, he drew a few symbols with his index finger in it. Every time he drew a symbol, he threw it at the flying sword with Wang Lin's flick, and imprinted it on it.

Gradually, there were more and more symbols, and after a short while, all the blood was used up. Wang Lin glanced at Feijian and slapped his chest without saying anything. A gust of blood from the heart spit out.

Wang Lin's complexion was pale, and he immediately drew symbols with blood without any hesitation.

With more and more symbols, coupled with the effect of the heart's essence and blood, gradually, the spiritual power liquid covering Feijian's appearance has completely turned dark red, and even faintly purple.

After the last drop of blood was turned into a spell and printed on the flying sword,

Wang Lin focused his attention on a regular basis, and shouted in a low voice: "Couple!"

With a buzzing sound, the flying sword trembled violently, and the sword body immediately continued to tremble, the frequency getting higher and higher. Wang Lin kept his eyes on, showing a dignified look, and constantly changing his hands in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the aura liquid wrapped on it, as if being roasted by an invisible fire, made a sizzling sound, and emitted a trace of white smoke. As the white smoke increased, the liquid gradually decreased.

In the end, all the liquid disappeared. Looking at the flying sword again, although it was still green in color, there were several traces of blood on its body. Besides, its size had also shrunk a lot, to only half of its original size.

What surprised Wang Lin even more was that the hilt of the sword had almost completely disappeared. In the past, the ratio of the hilt to the body of the flying sword was 1:5, but now it has almost reached the specification of 1:15. On the other hand, the hilt is already negligible.

Wang Lin didn't know that his blood-refined sword was slowly undergoing an extreme transformation as his extreme state was strengthened.

This kind of transformation, after finally reaching the extreme state, the attribute of its flying sword will reach the end of being omnipotent in a certain aspect.

For example, now, Wang Lin has 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 the non-flying sword flying. The teleportation, the terrifying degree of this flying sword, is no small matter.

At the very least, if a monk in the alchemy stage does not activate the defensive magic weapon, or does not have armor, if he is hit by a sword, his life or death is unknown. This is the power of the extreme state on the magic weapon, breaking through the limitations of the magic weapon itself, and bringing a single attribute to the extreme.

However, for the Nascent Soul Stage, there are still big shortcomings. After all, Wang Lin's current cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even if he has the Extreme Realm, it is still too weak.

The extreme state will only be displayed to the greatest extent in the Nascent Soul Stage, and its horror will also unfold from there.

At this time, the small green sword is more delicate, with traces of blue ice crystals appearing and disappearing on the sword from time to time, which looks quite strange and unpredictable.

Swallowing the flying sword into the Purple Mansion, Wang Lin's eyes were like lightning, and he counted with his fingers. It took him a month to recuperate this time, and for the remaining month, Wang Lin was going to practice from the Tianni Bead. I am confident that on the day of exit, the cultivation base can break through the initial stage of foundation establishment and reach the middle stage.