Chapter One Hundred and Seven

In the past three months, the two sides of the righteous and demonic sides have fought many times, but whenever the monks on both sides see Wang Lin, they will immediately stop and get out of the way, and after Wang Lin has passed, the two sides will continue to fight.

After Wang Lin worshiped his parents, his mind was no longer chaotic, he found a mountain cliff, dug a cave, sat cross-legged in the cave, and pondered.

The first is the spiritual power in the body, although the previous spiritual power also has the ability to freeze, but it is far less powerful than the spiritual power shown in these days, this point, Wang Lin is extremely puzzling, even Situ Nan, he can't find the answer.

It can be seen from this that the three realms of the extreme, the Dao, and the beginning have disappeared in the sixth-level cultivation realm.

The sudden strengthening of spiritual power made Wang Lin feel a little more confident in his heart, he felt the spiritual power in his body, and suddenly had a strange feeling that the spiritual power in his body seemed to have something more.

It seems that this spiritual power contains some kind of magical substance, and it is precisely because of the existence of this substance that the spiritual power becomes a sudden gift.

I didn't find it before, because this substance was very small in spiritual power, but now, the content suddenly increased.

As soon as this thought rose, it immediately spread unstoppably, Wang Lin frowned slightly, concentrating inwardly, the spiritual power in his body was starting from the dantian, and after circulating the meridians of the whole body, he returned to the dantian, and so on.

Looking at it, Wang Lin gradually found some clues, the color of spiritual power has turned into dark blue, but this dark blue is not the true color of spiritual power, but is composed of countless dark blue filaments.

This dense filament is the reason for the mutation of spiritual power, Wang Lin waved his right hand, and a stream of spiritual power emanated from his palm, forming a fist-sized blue ice ball in mid-air, and within it, there were countless dark blue filaments.

After a little groaning, Wang Lin grabbed it in the air, his face showed a dignified look, and slowly, the ice hockey ball gradually shrank, and every time he shrank by one point, a lot of sweat would appear on Wang Lin's forehead.

Just after shrinking by about one-third of the size, suddenly some of the thin lines in the puck immediately collapsed and dissipated, and then many of the thin lines seemed to be unable to withstand this compression, and they collapsed and disappeared one after another.

Wang Lin frowned, and once again played a spiritual power, fused it into the ice ball, replenished the number of thin lines, and continued to refine. With the passage of time, Wang Lin had already unleashed several spiritual powers, but each time most of them dissipated, and only a few could be retained.

But under this continuous spiritual power, gradually, the speed at which the thin lines in the ice ball dissipated could not catch up with the frequency of Wang Lin's re-input of spiritual power, and finally after a few hours, the refining was finally completed.

Although Wang Lin looked tired, his eyes were blazing.

The puck has shrunk to the size of a grain of rice, and its color is no longer dark blue, but has become cyan, and the inside of this cyan grain of rice has been completely occupied by filaments, and a trace of dangerous aura emanates from it.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, grabbed the rice grain in the air and jumped out, flew out of the cave, he paused a little in mid-air, and then flew directly to the nearest dense forest, standing outside the dense forest, he waved his right hand, and the rice grain immediately flew out and hit a big tree.

At the same time, a faint blue light flickered, but immediately, the big tree turned into ice crystals, and a dark blue ripple suddenly appeared, Wang Lin's complexion changed, and without saying a word, he quickly retreated, almost in the blink of an eye, within a radius of three hundred meters, it became a blue world.

Within 300 meters, whether it is trees, flowers, insects, or even some small insects underground, in short, all living matter, all die at this moment.

Even Wang Lin himself was swept away by the blue aura, his body suddenly stiffened, and a trace of chill came from the soles of his feet, but fortunately, the spiritual power in his body was of the same origin as it, and after slowly fusing it, he resumed his actions.

His face was cloudy, Wang Lin looked at the scene in front of him, he didn't know if he was directly hit by the cyan rice grain, at the center of the blue ripples, he would be safe and sound.

You must know that the cyan rice grain is made by refining the filaments in it after he compresses his own spiritual power, if you compare, I am afraid that it is qualitative, not a grade at all.

"This cyan rice grain is the best magic weapon. Wang Lin muttered to himself.

After standing silently in place for a while, Wang Lin turned to leave, and after returning to the cave, he once again played a spiritual power, and after spending a lot of time, he finally got another cyan rice grain.

Looking at this inconspicuous grain of rice, Wang Lin took a deep breath and put it away cautiously, a feeling of weakness appeared in his body, it was already a little difficult to make one, and now he made a second one, and the spiritual power in his body was obviously insufficient.

Although this rice grain is powerful, but the production is too consuming spiritual power, Wang Lin smiled bitterly and drank a sip of cold dew, meditated to replenish spiritual power, until the night came, Wang Lin opened his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body recovered seventy-seven eighty-eight.

His eyes flashed, and without saying a word, he once again played his spiritual power and concentrated on the sacrifice.

Three days later, three cyan rice grains floated in front of Wang Lin, his expression was serious at this time, three rice grains were already the limit, he didn't try to make the fourth, but I don't know why, every time the fourth one was refined, one of the previous three must dissipate immediately, and after a few experiments, Wang Lin gave up the plan to make the fourth.

After three days of observation, although the power of this rice grain is great, it is still slightly insufficient for the master of the Yuan Infant Stage, and it cannot achieve satisfactory results.

If you can throw dozens of rice grains at the same time, it will naturally win, but unfortunately the fourth rice grain Wang Lin can't make it anyway, thinking for a long time, Wang Lin has an idea in his head, that is, to fuse several rice grains together, in this way, the power must be doubled, and more importantly, if it can be made with three, then it should be able to be made again.

Thinking of this, Wang Lin hesitated for a moment, put down some simple defensive formations with gravel around him, and then sacrificed a few defensive jade talismans from other people's storage bags, and after doing all this, he gritted his teeth fiercely, calmed his breath, controlled the two rice grains, and slowly moved closer to each other.

At this moment, Wang Lin's heart was raised in his throat, and he was ready to run away immediately when he saw that the situation was not good, and slowly, the two rice grains finally touched together.

At this moment, Wang Lin had an illusion that time seemed to freeze, staying at the moment when two grains of rice collided.

But then, the two rice grains fused together silently, without making any waves, and the appearance of the rice grains did not change except for the slightly darker color.

Wang Lin was stunned, groaned a little, controlled another grain of rice, and bumped into it.

At the moment of impact, a blue light flashed slightly, Wang Lin's complexion changed instantly, not to mention using a teleportation, his body flashed blue, and disappeared in place, the moment he disappeared, a cyan aura, followed, within a radius of a thousand meters, suddenly became a world of ice and snow.

A thousand meters away, Wang Lin appeared, although it exceeded the distance of the aura, but standing here, Wang Lin could still feel the chill burrowing into his body from the soles of his feet.

Looking at everything in front of him, Wang Lin was silent, although the teleportation was wasted once, but Wang Lin thought it was worth it, it seemed that the fusion of two rice grains was the limit, if it was three, it would explode immediately.

The cave obviously couldn't go back, Wang Lin smiled bitterly, looked for a mountain cliff again, dug out a huge stone mansion again, and walked in.

It took a few days to make up all the three rice grains, Wang Lin controlled them with ease, and after fusing one, Wang Lin succeeded in refining the fourth rice grain, which also confirmed his previous guess that three is the limit, but if it is fused into one, it can only be regarded as one.

The third grain of rice fused with the fourth, and finally, in Wang Lin's storage bag, he carefully placed three grains of rice, two of which were darker in color.

After the rice grains were thoroughly sorted out, more than a month had passed, and the time before the Cassia Valley seal was opened was running out.

Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, and after exhaling a little, he opened his eyes, opened his mouth and spit out a green light, and the small green sword hummed, floating in front of Wang Lin, and the whole body was overflowing, if there was spirituality, Wang Lin stretched out his hand, and the flying sword fell in the palm of his hand, and he touched the body of the flying sword, which was cold and piercing.

The little green sword was his blood refining thing, and the abnormal change in the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body also indirectly caused the flying sword to carry extreme attributes.

Just as he was about to refine the flying sword again with his mutated spiritual power, Wang Lin's expression suddenly moved, and his divine sense immediately noticed that outside the cave, there were about hundreds of sword lights flying from all directions, as if he was chasing a person.

Wang Lin's face was frosty, and he said to himself, "Is it him?"