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After Han Changlin finished shopping, it was getting late, and in order to avoid unnecessary accidents, Han Changlin decided to stay in Zhushanfang City for one night.

It wasn't until near noon the next day that he returned to his cave in Yuanling Peak.

Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the stone bed, he exhaled deeply, feeling that he was going out before he could live in his new home for a few more days, Han Changlin couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart.

After a long time, it was not until his mind slowly calmed down that Han Changlin took out the two newly obtained magic weapons from the storage bag and put them in front of him.

Looking at the two magic weapons in front of him that were not yet hot, Han Changlin had a feeling that he couldn't put it down, especially the Blue Flame Sword.

He is now half a sword cultivator, he has a special love for sword weapons, and the most important thing is that as long as Han Changlin refines this Blue Flame Sword, his strength is that a monk of the ninth layer of qi refining can also fight, and his strength will rise sharply.

As for the other Qianhan Bell, it is also very good, not to mention the defensive power, but also with a sonic attack, you must know that this kind of attack is not something that an idle defensive magic weapon can resist.

After playing with the two magic weapons for a while, Han Changlin retracted the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and then he first put the Blue Flame Sword at his side, and then held the Qianhan Bell in his hand.

He chose to sacrifice the Thousand Cold Bell first, after all, this bell was a high-grade magic weapon, and it was simpler than the Blue Flame Sword.

The two magic weapons did not have any monk's breath left in them now, so when Han Changlin cast the spell and practiced, it was very easy, just a stick of incense, he had already imprinted his divine consciousness on it, forming a preliminary connection, and this is also because Han Changlin's divine consciousness strength is much stronger than that of the same monk, so the cultivation is also a little easier.

After the sacrifice was completed, Han Changlin began to cast a spell to control the Thousand Cold Bell, and after getting familiar with it for a while, he withdrew him into the storage bag.

After doing this, he didn't choose to continue refining the Blue Flame Sword, after all, the best magic weapon was different from the top grade magic weapon.

After recovering his mind for a while, Han Changlin began to refine the best magic weapon, the Blue Flame Sword.

This sword is also worthy of being the best magic weapon, and it took Han Changlin twice as long to imprint his divine sense mark on the sword.

And this is also a preliminary sacrifice, you need to know that both the high-grade magic weapons and the best magic weapons have forbidden patterns, and the monks can continue to refine the forbidden patterns and tap their potential after they are branded with their own divine sense imprints.

After refining the Blue Flame Sword, Han Changlin also used the sword technique recorded in the Nameless Sword Technique to control the Blue Flame Sword as before.

I saw that the Blue Flame Sword was under the control of Han Changlin, in the cave mansion, churning up and down, and the dazzling sword light continued to flicker, like a shocking lightning.

As it dances, the sword makes a dragon's groan, rolls the air, and flies upside down.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to set off.

On this day, the morning light was slightly dewed, and the earth gradually woke up, and in the cave mansion, Han Changlin had already prepared, and his spirit and spirit had also been adjusted to an excellent level.

On that day, when Zhu Dehai summoned his group, he had already made a plan, and now it was time to set off, but Han Changlin didn't know what the specific task was.

And due to the urgency of time, even if Han Changlin stepped up the refining of the forbidden patterns in the Thousand Cold Bell and the Blue Flame Sword, in order to be able to refine them all, he had to hope that he would have free time to come out later.

After all, the sooner you refine, the sooner you will improve, the sooner you will improve.

With a deep breath, Han Changlin pushed open the stone door and walked out of the cave. Then he summoned the Red Dragon Sword and went in the direction of the square of Luodao Peak.

Along the way, Han Changlin could also see some figures around him heading in the same direction, and these people were also companions on the mission here.

However, in the time of half an incense, Han Changlin had already appeared in the square.

At this time, there were already more than forty monks gathered in the square.

"It seems that the situation in the Barren Plains is even more cruel than I imagined, and there are so many disciples."

In a corner of the square, Han Changlin sat down cross-legged, observed the surroundings, and saw that monks had been coming one after another, and at this moment, it had reached more than a hundred monks, and the number was still increasing.

With the passage of time, the Qi refining disciples who went to the front line this time also gradually arrived, and everyone looked ready to go.

And just when the red sun was rising, three figures were seen walking out together in the Hongyue Palace.

"What, this time it turned out to be Uncle Wu leading the team!"

Han Changlin, who was in the corner of the square, looked at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi with gray temples, and his eyes moved slightly.

After many years in the Imperial Spirit Sect, Han Changlin Han Changlin naturally knew this Uncle Wu, this person's name was Wu Xuanyi, and he was a cultivator in the middle of the Yudan period.

And he has another identity, the only disciple of the ancestor of the Imperial Spirit Sect, whether it is cultivation or status, he is very important in the Imperial Spirit Sect.

"The time has come, and the disciples who come here in the future will be punished according to the traitor."

Wu Xuanyi's face was silent, his gaze swept over everyone, and the cultivation in the middle stage of the knot pill was revealed at this moment, making everyone's breathing tight.

But the next moment, the terrifying aura disappeared again, and with a wave of his sleeves, a giant spirit boat appeared over the square.

This boat rose in the wind, and instantly turned into a giant boat about seventy or eighty zhang long, which was basically the same as the style of the Xuanyun boat, and the spirit boat was pitch black all over, and there were all kinds of runes tattooed on it.

"Hurry up and get on the boat, and set off immediately."

Wu Xuanyi's voice sounded in everyone's ears, and he himself led the two foundation building monks to fly towards the giant spirit boat.

For a while, everyone also used their own light body tricks to fly towards the giant spirit boat, and Han Changlin also flew up with everyone and found a place to sit down.

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"The battle ahead is tight, Master Qian, if there is no problem, start the boat quickly."

At the bow of the boat, Wu Xuanyi looked at the Qi refining disciples who had already boarded the ship, and after estimating the number of people, he said lightly.

"Yes, Uncle Wu."

On Wu Xuanyi's left side stood a blue-robed middle-aged monk with a national character face.

When he heard Wu Xuanyi's words, he also hurriedly replied.

Then he took out a huge bronze compass and began to run his mana.

As for Wu Xuanyi, he did not choose to enter the cabin, but chose to sit cross-legged on the spot and close his eyes to breathe.

And with the control of the blue-robed middle-aged monk, the entire giant boat bloomed with dazzling light, and with a faint cyan light covering the entire giant boat, the giant boat also soared directly into the sky, and in a blink of an eye, there was no trace.

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