Renegade Immortal

In the secret room of the dragon head, a colorful light spot suddenly appeared in it. This light spot became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a phantom. After it gradually solidified, it revealed Wang Lin's appearance.

The moment he appeared, Shangguan Mo immediately sensed that his heart was beating wildly, secretly wondering what kind of technique this evil star was practicing to restrain the breath in his whole body. Just now he was still guessing why, whether he could take this opportunity Breaking away from the control of many parties, but at this moment, he can no longer think of such a thought in his heart.

Li Muwan touched the scales of the giant dragon with a concentrated expression, as if she was calculating something in her heart. At this time, her muscles were thick and her breath was blue, her eyes were focused, and her jade hands lightly stroked on the dragon scales.

Even the fluctuation of the soul blood in her body didn't attract her half attention. Gradually, a look of enlightenment appeared in her eyes, and she looked at the next dragon scale.

Wang Lin appeared in the retreat, sat down cross-legged, and picked up the storage bag. Up to now, all the golden pills of the alchemy stage monks he killed were collected here. After a rough calculation, there are no less than a hundred in it.

In addition, almost all the storage bags of the killed monk were put away by him. At this time, when he was free, he quickly tidied them up. Among them, there are many flying swords and magic weapons, but except for a painting scroll, Wang Linjun doesn't pay attention to these things.

This painting scroll is two feet long and as thick as an arm. Faint fluctuations of spiritual power leaked from it. Wang Lin remembered that he got it from a monk in the alchemy stage. When the other party took it out, it was already half opened, and bursts of crazy roars came from the scroll. It comes out.

It's a pity that Wang Lin's extreme spiritual consciousness does not distinguish between a single person or a group. Those below the Nascent Soul stage will die immediately. For extremes. Wang Lin always had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that he was in the teleportation array on the battlefield outside the territory. Under the coercion of the law of the world, for the first time, he truly felt the martial arts. Begging the devil, proud of the world, the strongest abandoned young man, the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty, the martial arts, the heavenly general, killing the gods and the seal of the gods at night, seeking the magic, proud of the world, the ninth heaven, the strongest abandoned young man, the royal family of Zhou, the god-making general, killing the gods and the seal of the gods, the strongest Abandoned Shao Dazhou royal family came to the existence of the extreme state, and there was a sliver of understanding in his heart. After many years of use and fighting, he had a deeper understanding of the power of the extreme state. That horrible effect over everything.

It's just that he still doesn't know that the end of the extreme realm is the late stage of the Nascent Soul. If he wants to transform into a god, his hopes are slim.

The original owner of the painting scroll is dead, and his consciousness has long since dissipated. Wang Lin touched it with his right hand, and his consciousness was imprinted on it, but this magic weapon was strange and weird. Although the spiritual consciousness is imprinted on it, there is no sense of it. It was the same as before the divine consciousness was imprinted.

Wang Lin immediately showed interest. If it is an ordinary magic weapon, he only needs to erase the opponent's consciousness. After branding your own spiritual thoughts, you can swing them freely. This is true unless it is a magic weapon above the Nascent Soul level.

Judging from the fluctuation of the spiritual power of this magic weapon.

It doesn't seem like Nascent Soul level. There are several Nascent Soul-level magic weapons in Wang Lin's hands. One of them was in the burning country. Zhou Jin, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage of the Temple of War God, gave the Earth Jade Talisman.

The biggest feature of the Nascent Soul-level magic weapon. That is, the fluctuation of spiritual power is huge. Compared with Danbao, it is simply the difference between heaven and earth.

Except for this jade talisman. Then there is the flying sword that can teleport. According to Wang Lindi's analysis. This should also be a Nascent Soul magic weapon. If he hadn't used the technique of blood refining to refine it. I'm afraid it didn't last long. It is simply impossible to use.

Think here. He couldn't help but think of that simple scabbard. After cooperating with the teleportation flying sword. Can increase the power of the flying sword. This scabbard Situ Nan also said. He can't see through. Presumably the level must be higher than the Nascent Soul magic weapon. It is even possible to transform into a god or a baby. After all, it can make Situ Nan impenetrable. Not many.

Wang Lin secretly sighed. It's a pity that this magic weapon comes with a storage bag. Was crushed by Rattan Huayuan. Wang Lin's eyes suddenly flashed. It's wrong to call secretly. If the scabbard is really such a treasure. Relying on the cultivation base of Yuanyuan Yingqi. It seems that there is no way to destroy it.

If not ruined. So where would the scabbard be?

Wang Lin's eyes flickered. After putting down the scroll, he stood up abruptly and walked back and forth a few times. He found a storage bag containing some extremely low-quality materials. The bag exploded with a bang, turning into layers of fly ash and dissipating.

Wang Lin's eyes showed seriousness, and he kept staring at the process of the storage bag bursting open. After a long time, he took out another storage bag and crushed it again. After several times in a row, Wang Lin's eyes showed thoughtful expression.

Although the storage bag is destroyed, the materials inside will not be destroyed. This is like rows of countless grids. The door outside the grid is the storage bag. Although the door lock is broken, the grid is permanently sealed , but in fact, the items inside still exist.

It is not impossible to find a way to open the grid again and retrieve the contents.

Wang Lin pondered a little, sat down cross-legged again, picked up the scroll, and looked at it intently. This scroll is definitely not a magic weapon of Nascent Soul level. Unable to guess, after he pondered for a moment, he suddenly pulled the scroll away, and Wang Lin's eyes revealed a serious look after opening it.

The screen inside the scroll is pitch black, without any shadows on it.

Looking at Wang Lin, suddenly a hint of crisis rushed into Wang Lin's heart like lightning, and he saw a pair of triangular eyes full of evil colors suddenly appearing in the painting screen, followed by a roar that sounded like it was in his ears. Out, violent ripples swayed on the screen.

Without hesitation, Wang Lin immediately closed the painting scroll, and an angry roar came from inside. The sound gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

Wang Lin saw sweat on his forehead. At the moment just now, the roar in the painting scroll was not weaker than the dying dragon's roar in Fourteen Valley of Corpse Valley, but it was confined inside the painting scroll, and the spiritual power fluctuations could not escape.

At this time, he finally knew why the scroll left behind his consciousness, but he still had no sense of control. The scroll was only used as a seal, and the real power of the magic weapon came from the spirit beast in the scroll. .

Carefully put away the painting scroll, Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and after a long time, he took out a golden pill from the storage bag, its color was already dim, Wang Lin pondered for a while, and when he patted the storage bag, there were hundreds of golden pills one by one. Floating out, most of the colors are dim, revealing the color of dead gray.

In the past, once Wang Lin took out the golden core, he would have swallowed it immediately, but Li Muwan told him in a low voice along the way, although the cultivation level would increase quickly if he devoured the monk's golden core, it would easily cause mixed spiritual power, which would cause confusion in the body's breath , and even the spiritual power attributes of various golden elixirs are quite different. Once the amount is swallowed too much, the direct impact will be the unevenness of the five elements in the body. From then on, the mind is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Hearing this, although Wang Lin was unwilling, he gave up the idea of ​​directly devouring it. According to Li Muwan's words, if this golden elixir is sacrificed and swallowed with the combination of five elements, there will be no future troubles.

It's just that this kind of refining method belongs to the method of magic. Li Muwan only heard about it, but she didn't have a specific method. Wang Lin pondered a little, and put the golden pill in a storage bag alone, and left it for later when he found the method of matching the five elements use.

Afterwards, Wang Lin took out the dragon tendons again, and with a light flick, the demon head was thrown out from inside. After turning around in mid-air, it looked at Wang Lin with a look of grievance.

The red light on the devil's body became much stronger. Wang Lin glanced at him indifferently, and said, "How far has your cultivation recovered?"

The devil took a few steps back cautiously, and quickly said: "I have just recovered to the late stage of foundation establishment, if it wasn't for that sword spirit always fighting with me, I would definitely be able to recover to the end stage."

Wang Lin sneered, staring at the devil without saying a word, the devil gradually became furious, stepped back quickly, and said in a low voice, "It's the Dzogchen in the late stage of foundation establishment, and it's only one step away from forming the alchemy." After finishing speaking, he Cursing secretly in my heart, I said in my heart that if you want to force me again, I will go all out and fight you. But this is just an idea, the devil thinks that he is now, even if he tries hard, he will not get any good results.

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and he grabbed it with his big hand. The demon screamed and was about to break, but found that the surroundings had been imprisoned, and he could only watch helplessly as he was caught and dragged towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin stretched out his hand to shake the devil's body, and gradually, traces of red air escaped from its body, and a golden pill the size of a fist came out of its smoke-like body.

The devil's aura immediately faded, and he said in embarrassment: "Huh? When did the pill form? I must have swallowed too much, and I was discovered..." As it talked, seeing Wang Lin's eyes gradually Cold, immediately trembled, showing the color of begging for mercy.

Wang Lin was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Have you recovered your memory?"

The devil immediately trembled, and his eyes showed fear. This was his biggest secret. At the moment when he formed the alchemy, some pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, but he didn't dare to say anything. Subconsciously panicked.

I kept shouting in my heart: "Do you want to fight him? Fight? No, it seems that I can't beat him... It's decided, fight him!"

The idea in the devil's heart was finally determined, and he was about to put it into action. When he looked up, he suddenly saw a red light in Wang Lin's eyes. , bursts of green smoke emitted from his body, and even the golden core shrank.

Wang Lin's extreme consciousness would not have had such a great power in the first place, but he was one of the soul-swallowers back then. Although his consciousness had changed at this time, the coercion of soul-swallowing was still there, and even the ability to swallow souls was still the same. reserve.

This became the devil's natural enemy. After the devil howled a few times, Wang Lin withdrew his consciousness, and the devil immediately stood aside with a sluggish look, showing a deeply flattering expression instead of the slightest rebellion.

He was not afraid of others, only Wang Lin. If the other party took half a stick of incense away from him just now, the golden core he had just formed would also shatter.

"Spit out how many souls you have swallowed." Wang Lin said calmly with his usual expression.

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