Chapter 111

There were a total of seven tokens, and so far, Wang Lin had two of Li Shan’s in his hands, one from the Xuan Dao Sect, one from the Piaomiao Sect, and one from the Acacia Sect, which added up to a total of five.

Throwing out the one that the Corpse Yin Sect took away, that means that of the seven tokens, the last one is still missing.

Wang Lin pondered for a little while, he had searched all the sects in the Decisive Valley and didn’t find that last piece, of course, he couldn’t rule out the possibility that it could be hidden elsewhere, but Wang Lin didn’t intend to vigorously search for it, with seven tokens, he accounted for five of them, which was enough, and this basically guaranteed that he would be able to enter the Extra-Terrestrial Battlefield.

After no longer considering the matter of the tokens, Wang Lin immediately considered his pre-battle preparations for two months later.

The first thing was the green-colored rice grain magic treasure, after replenishing the one he had consumed before, he had a total of three grains, and of these three grains, only one was a single one that had not been fused, while the remaining two were all two-in-one super powerful magic treasures.

After cautiously placing the three grains of magic treasure, Wang Lin pondered for a little while, opened the storage bag, rummaging through, this period of time he killed a lot, storage bag more or less also got some, now their own pockets, there are still a lot of things left.

Flipped half a day, suddenly Wang Lin took out a round bead, he is much smaller than the sky reverse stone bead, only one tenth of the size of a fist, and the top is very smooth, there is no pattern, the edge position there are some fine cracks.

When he picked up this round bead, Wang Lin couldn’t help but think of Odd Man’s Dull, this bead was the first magic treasure that Odd Man’s Dull gave him. Wang Lin let out a light sigh and put away his thoughts, looking at the bead in his hand, his eyes flickered.

After a long time, the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a sinister smile, putting 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, floating in front of him, did not move.

Wang Lin this period of time feel his body spiritual power mutation, control flying sword always have a kind of stagnation feeling, not like before as arbitrary, although with the mutation of spiritual power, flying sword power than before countless times stronger, but a control stagnation flying sword for Wang Lin, is absolutely not allowed.

Therefore, Wang Lin planned to take this time to re-sacrifice the flying sword.

Hands strangling, Wang Lin hit a few spiritual power, wrapped flying sword, Wang Lin slapped the storage bag, a gourd appeared in the hand, for his own blood refining magic treasure, Wang Lin is willing to put down the money, he clenched his teeth, opened the gourd, poured out about one-third of the liquid.

This is full of cold spiritual power of the liquid, in Wang Lin waved his hand, floating in mid-air, fused together to form a fist-sized water bead, a trace of cold air from within the diffusion out of the cave walls around, swish appear a thin layer of frost.

Wang Lin used his hand to point to the water bead, the water bead immediately moved and crashed into the tip of the green flying sword, and then it was as if it was flowing like water, leaving behind the tip of the sword, and soon the appearance of the green small sword, became crystal clear.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood, in the instant the blood left his mouth, his right hand turned, the sprayed liquid immediately turned into a blood mist, densely surging to be wrapped in liquid on the flying sword.

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

Wang Lin gasped a few breaths, once again bit the tip of his tongue, after spraying blood, his index finger drew a few symbols in it, every symbol drawn, are in Wang Lin a fling throw to the flying sword, printed on it.

Gradually, the symbols are more and more, not too long, the blood is all used up, Wang Lin looked at the flying sword, without saying anything, a pat on the chest, suddenly the body of spiritual energy scurrying up, followed by a pressure on his chest, a heart of blood, spit out.

Wang Lin’s face went pale, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately drew symbols with his blood.

As the symbols became more and more numerous, coupled with the effect of the blood between his heart, slowly, the spiritual liquid that wrapped around the exterior of the flying sword had completely turned dark red, and was even vaguely purplish.

After the last drop of blood turned into a symbol and was printed on the flying sword, Wang Lin periodically gazed and drank in a low voice: “Hop!”

Buzzing sound, the flying sword violently trembled, the sword body immediately continued to tremble, the frequency was getting higher and higher, Wang Lin could not take his eyes off the ground, revealing a look of concentration, his hands constantly changing hand techniques in the air.

Immediately after wrapped on the aura liquid, as if by an invisible fire in the baking general, issued a sizzling sound, scattered a trace of white smoke, with more and more white smoke, the liquid gradually less.

Eventually the liquid all disappeared, and then look at the flying sword, although the color is still green, but its sword body, but more than a few bloody traces, in addition, its size has also shrunk a lot, becoming only half of the original.

What surprised Wang Lin even more was that its hilt had almost completely disappeared. The previous flying sword had a ratio of 1 to 5 between the hilt and the sword body, but now, it had almost reached the specification of 1 to 15, basically, the hilt was already negligible.

Wang Lin didn’t know that this sword of his blood refining was slowly undergoing an extreme metamorphosis as he consolidated his extreme realm.

This kind of metamorphosis, after finally reaching the extreme realm, the attributes of its flying sword would reach the end of omnipotence in a certain aspect.

For example, now, Wang Lin tested it, its speed, than before, faster, if it is fully deployed, with Wang Lin’s eyesight now, has seen not flying sword flight traces, if coupled with the flying sword’s instantaneous transfer, the flying sword’s terrifying degree, has been non-trivial.

At the very least, if a cultivator of the JieDan stage does not open a defensive magic treasure, or if there is no armor, if he receives a sword, life or death is unknown. This is the power of the extreme realm on the magic treasure, breaking through the limitations of the magic treasure itself, a single attribute, played to the extreme.

However, against the YuanYing stage, there is still a great shortage, after all, Wang Lin’s current cultivation level is only the Foundation stage, even with the extreme realm, it is still too weak.

The extreme realm, only when it reaches the YuanYing stage, will it be maximized, and its terrifyingness will unfold.

At this time, the small green sword, even more exquisite, a trace of blue ice crystals, appearing and disappearing on the body of the sword, looking rather bizarre and inexplicable.

Swallowing the flying sword into the violet mansion, Wang Lin’s gaze is like electricity, counting with his fingers, he spent a total of one month in this closed door organizing, the rest of the month, Wang Lin is ready to cultivate from within the Heavenly Reversal Bead, he is confident that on the day he leaves the door, his cultivation can break through the early stage of Foundation Establishment and reach the middle stage.