After teasing the little demon beast for a while, Lin Muchen quieted down and pondered.

He vaguely remembered that when he was in the forest, he seemed to be a little unable to control himself, and slashed Qian Wannian with a sword, splitting it into two pieces.

Lin Muchen was a little embarrassed, a generation of great elders of the Qian family was first cut off by Lin Xiao, and then he was killed by himself.

Wait a minute!

Lin Muchen's expression suddenly froze, how could he kill Qian Wannian with his current strength.

You must know that Qian Wannian's cultivation is double in the Yongquan Realm, and he is a top-level master in the entire Qinglong City, except for the four masters, almost no one can suppress him.

How could such a person kill him?!

Is it the Zhuxian Sword?

Lin Muchen hurriedly looked inside the dantian and found that the Zhuxian Sword was quietly suspended in the dantian, surrounded by nine heavenly vein dragons flying around, majestic.

With a move in his heart, the Zhuxian Sword "sighed" and appeared in Lin Muchen's right hand, turning into a three-foot green peak.

The sword body is black, with spotted red, like rust, revealing simplicity in the ordinary.

Lin Muchen was a little surprised, no matter how he called the Zhuxian Sword before, it just didn't react at all, and it didn't move in the dantian.

And now in the slight movement in his heart, the Zhuxian Sword appeared in his hand and turned into his weapon.

It's just that how did the color of the Zhuxian Sword change?

Before, the whole body was blood-red, the sword edge was exposed, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Now it is ordinary, the momentum is restrained, and the blade of the sword is not obvious, as if a sword can cut it.

Thinking of this, Lin Muchen casually slashed towards a boulder next to him.

"Click!"

With a soft sound, a large mountain stone suddenly cracked a translucent gap from the middle.

And the Zhuxian Sword was not damaged in the slightest, but due to the excessive strength, Lin Muchen was shocked back a few steps.

"So powerful!" Lin Muchen stroked the sword body, amazed, and his eyes lit up.

In terms of power, this sword is almost worthy of a good nine-grade spiritual weapon, and its power is amazing.

The spirit weapon is divided into nine levels, with nine grades being the lowest and one being the best.

At present, there are only four major forces in the entire Qinglong City, each of which has a spiritual weapon, and it is also a nine-grade spiritual weapon.

The Lin family's nine-grade spiritual weapon, which was mastered by Lin Xiao, was the snake spear that broke the money for ten thousand years last time.

And the Zhuxian Sword in Lin Muchen's hand is close to the power of the eight-grade spirit weapon, which is even more powerful than the spirit weapon of the four major forces.

"It's just that, didn't my father say that this Zhuxian Sword is one of the ancient Four Great Dao weapons, how can there be only such a little bit of power?" Lin Muchen was a little puzzled.

However, thinking that in the forest, his consciousness seemed to be affected by the killing intent of the Immortal Sword, and his behavior was a little out of his control, Lin Muchen was a little awe-inspiring.

"Judging from my current strength, I can't control a spirit weapon that is too high-grade, but it is harmful to me. Now that the Zhuxian Sword can be used, although the power is only equivalent to the nine-grade spiritual weapon, which is confusing, but after all, I also have my own spiritual weapon available. Lin Muchen muttered.

Since I can't think of the reason for the change in the Zhuxian Sword, I won't think about it for now, and I will study it again if I have a chance.

Looking to the side, Lin Muchen found that Yiyi was staring at the Zhuxian Sword not far away, Shui Lingling's eyes were full of fear, and there seemed to be a trace of fear.

Lin Muchen's heart moved, he withdrew the Zhuxian Sword, and Yiyi hesitated for a moment before taking a few steps closer to him.

In the forest, Lin Muchen held the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, and almost killed Yiyi's predecessor, the Golden Wing Beast King, Yiyi naturally had a shadow on the Zhuxian Sword.

Of course, Lin Muchen didn't remember this.

Looking around, Lin Muchen's gaze suddenly fixed on one place, and his expression was slightly excited: "Lingquan?

After speaking, Lin Muchen ran towards the spiritual spring, extremely excited.

You must know that the reason why Lin Muchen came to the Wild Gusen was to take the Wood Spirit Flower on the one hand.

Another reason is that he wants to find some heavenly treasures in the Wild Gusen to break through to the Gathering Spirit Realm.

His situation is quite special, he had advanced to the Gathering Spirit Realm once three years ago, but for some reason, his cultivation regressed to the Body Refining Realm overnight.

After that, he cultivated the Creation Decisive Technique, and opened up ninety-nine more leylines than ordinary people, so when he stepped into the Gathering Spirit Realm, he needed a large amount of spiritual energy to break through.

And now, with this spiritual spring providing a steady stream of spiritual energy, Lin Muchen will no longer have to worry about the lack of spiritual energy, and stepping into the spiritual gathering realm will be a matter of course.

Can Lin Muchenyan not be excited?

Yiyi looked at Lin Muchen's happy appearance, pursed her lips with some disdain, and said secretly in her heart: "Now that the aura here is less than one percent of what it used to be, what is there to be happy about?"

"Yiyi, I'm going to break through my cultivation here, please help me protect the Fa. Lin Muchen said.

He knew that Yiyi could understand him.

When Yiyi heard Lin Muchen call it by this name, she was immediately a little unhappy, and she kept babbling and protesting again.

Lin Muchen smiled slightly, ignored it anymore, and sat cross-legged in the spiritual spring.

"It's been three years, am I finally going to step back into this realm?"

Lin Muchen took a deep breath, calmed his excited heart, closed his eyes lightly, and the Creation Determination Method began to operate in his body.

Soon, with Lin Muchen as the center, streams of aura surged towards him.

In the spiritual spring, the water splashed as if it was boiling, and one by one the spiritual energy bubbles kept coming out, and after bursting, they formed a cloud of spiritual mist, which was constantly surging, and was absorbed into Lin Muchen's body.

In Lin Muchen's body, the ninety-nine leylines seemed to come to life, constantly greedily and frantically sucking and devouring the surrounding heaven and earth aura.

After the aura entered the body, it turned into a milky white dragon and poured into the dantian along the ninety-nine leylines.

"Open!"

Lin Muchen snorted lightly.

I saw that in the dantian, under the Zhuxian Sword and the Nine Heavenly Vein Dragons, a small light red transparent pool emerged, and the rolling spiritual energy continued to be injected into it, expanding the volume of the spiritual pool.

In a few breaths, the soybean-sized spirit pond grew to the size of a date pit, and the light red walls of the spirit pool continued to expand.

With the infusion of aura, the spirit pool has expanded to the size of an egg.

At this time, the size of the spiritual pool in Lin Muchen's dantian was the same as three years ago.

However, Lin Muchen found that this was not his limit, and the spirit pool could continue to expand.

As time passed, the spirit pool had expanded to the size of two eggs, and at this time, Lin Muchen had already felt that the dantian was beginning to sting.

"It's the limit? No, it could be bigger!"

When a warrior steps into the Gathering Spirit Realm, he must first open up a spiritual pool, and the larger the spiritual pool, the benefits to the martial artist are self-evident.

Lin Muchen naturally knew this.

At that moment, he gritted his teeth and insisted, the sweat of the bean size continued to slide down his forehead, and the spirit pool continued to expand.

Finally, when the spirit pool expanded to the size of three eggs, Lin Muchen felt the limit, if he continued to expand, it was very likely that the spirit pool would collapse.

He took a deep breath, pinching the Dharma seal in his hand, and the spirit pool slowly rotated, gradually solidifying and taking shape.

At the same time, the surging sense of power instantly filled all four limbs, making Lin Muchen feel extremely comfortable.

He opened his eyes, and a light shone out.

Lin Muchen let out a long roar and clenched his fists.

The sense of power in the Spirit Gathering Realm, after three years, he finally felt it again!