Wang Lin and the others had been refining for five or six days before, but they had only refined more than 300,000 souls refined by the Prison Demon God. Incomplete and incomplete, they are scattered around and are only a few hundred meters in radius.

But now only half a day has passed, and the sun is supposed to shine on the western sky. But now that the sky is dark, if it weren't for the fact that they were all cultivators of the atavistic realm, would they be able to see each other.

Everyone is using their strongest ability to carry out the final step of the Demon God Refining, and no one cares about the boundless sea of unjust souls around them, and there is no need to care.

Even if these unjust souls had the intention of attacking them, under the linkage of several of their high-level cultivation aura, this sea of unjust souls would not be able to cause them the slightest damage.

Behind Wang Lin, the blood spirit was still standing motionless, but his eyes were turning rapidly, smiling at the endless souls around him.

He was just a newborn blood spirit, with no knowledge, no just, not even common sense. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth looked at him unconsciously, but his mouth opened and he didn't say anything.

At this time, he looked at the others in front of Wang Lin suspiciously, his head tilted slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He wondered, why couldn't he say what he saw these people talking about before?

If you elevate your eyes from Wang Lin and them to Long Sansheng, you can see that the entire Ocean of Unjust Souls basically occupies about two-thirds of this small world.

The unjust souls looked pained and screamed in their mouths, but they did not separate, but urgently surrounded the Refining Immortal Ding, or the blood spirit.

Many unscrupulous spirits flew around, but their heads were thrown at the blood spirits from time to time. When they looked at the blood spirits, whether they were hideous-looking souls or crazy souls, they all became gentle one by one.

They look at him like a parent looking at a child, and like a child looking at a parent......

The refining has entered the end, and the huge Immortal Refining Ding that was 100 meters before is now only about ten meters in diameter. Suddenly, the tense atmosphere between heaven and earth relaxed, and the ten-meter-diameter Refining Immortal Ding instantly shrank to the size of a palm.

The little Refining Immortal Ding flew into Wang Yan's hands, Wang Yan opened his eyes of ecstasy, and his eyes looking at the Refining Immortal Ding were full of joy and fanaticism.

"Congratulations, Brother Yan, the Dao weapon that this Purgatory Clan has prepared for thousands of years is finally cheaper for you, haha. Zhu Qi also opened his eyes, a look of exhaustion flashed, and he happily congratulated Wang Yan.

Wang Yan clenched the refining immortal tripod and nodded, and said excitedly: "This is also fate, this is not their thing, and the color has lost too much for this tripod." ”

Wang Yan said that his face became ugly, and the hand holding the Refining Immortal Ding trembled slightly. This refining immortal tripod is refined by the blood of all living beings in this world and the gold and stone of this world, but this tripod has made countless people fall into heroism.

Seeing that Wang Yan's face became sad, You Long and the others were going to congratulate him but also held back, if they sacrificed so many living beings to get such a strong Dao weapon, would they be willing?

Wang Lin was next to Wang Yan, seeing that Wang Yan's brows were getting deeper and deeper, Wang Lin walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Wang Yan, this tripod will be formed without us, and the creatures sacrificed for it may not have anyone to avenge them." Now that it's in your hands, you are the god of fire, refining the immortal tripod is not suitable for it, in the future it will be the god of fire, you have to use it to hold up a piece of the sky for the creatures of the world!"

Wang Yan, who was a little weak-willed, listened to Wang Lin's words, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. After Wang Lin finished speaking, he said solemnly: "Well, in the future, it will be called the Fire God Ding, it is not the weapon of the Demon Dao, but the weapon of the common people!"

Wang Yan said, his divine sense moved, and the originally black body turned into fiery red, and the flames were engraved on it, representing hope and light. Under the infection of his will, the originally pitch-black flame also turned red, filled with a divine aura.

Wang Yan's spirit and will were strong, and a determined look appeared on his face. You Long and the others came up to congratulate him one by one this time, and Wang Yan also replied one by one.

After everyone finished speaking, Wang Yan's expression turned grim, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at the Fire God Ding: "Out!"

Under his command, the Fire God Ding shook slightly, his body remained unchanged, but there were red flames erupting from inside, and a small dark red figure emerged in the flames.

Wang Yan nodded to Wang Lin, Wang Lin understood instantly, and then raised his head to the sky and said solemnly: "Senior, the body of the Prison Demon God is for you, thank you for your help!"

After speaking, Wang Lin respectfully bowed to the sky. Following Wang Lin, Wang Yan, Long Xian and others also bowed.

Under Wang Yan's flick, the small figure surrounded by flames quickly flew towards the sky, and the unjust souls that filled the sky quickly moved away, as if a path full of flames had been opened up in the endless night sky.

After the passage of the unjust soul was opened, Wang Lin and the others watched as the body of the Prison Demon God did not swell up while flying upward, and in the blink of an eye, the huge body of more than 20,000 meters was formed again.

It's just that this body has no life, and its soul has been erased from its mind, and it has completely merged with the Fire God Ding.

"Well, come out early, a large amount of the origin of this small world has been extracted to refine that refining immortal..... The Vulcan Ding, after another series of battles, is now about to collapse. Long Sansheng nodded solemnly, and left with the body of the Prison Demon God.

Before leaving, he earnestly admonished, and Wang Lin bowed gratefully again. He had been aware of these things before, and had already thought of a solution.

After Long Sansheng's projection left, Long Immortal's expression moved, and he said: "Now that the demon god has also been completely refined, these unjust souls should be regarded as having no ** regrets, they should be able to exceed, right?"

The surrounding souls are incomplete one by one, and they are still whining and whining, and the yin qi is rolling, if there is no person who cultivates here, the body will freeze in an instant, and then the soul will become the same soul as them.

But when the dragon fairy looked at them, her eyes were full of tenderness, and what she saw was not the ugly and crazy appearance of these unjust souls, but the pitiful appearance that had to be destroyed under the endless catastrophe.

As soon as Long Xian finished speaking, Zhu Qi and the others also nodded to Wang Lin in agreement. There are so many unjust souls here that can't be left alone, but this small world is about to collapse again, and no matter what, you have to try it quickly.

Wang Lin didn't drag, but simply sat down on the spot and closed his eyes. After silently reciting the heart mantra a few times, he began to recite the "Soul Sutra of Relieving Grievances" in a low voice.

A peculiar rhythm passed from Wang Lin's body, causing a wave of vibration in the void. Wang Lin was happy in his heart, this was the prelude to the first few times he had turned his unjust soul into a reincarnation gate.

Just when Wang Lin was about to continue reading, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, as if a rolling river had suddenly appeared there.

He couldn't be distracted, and he continued to meditate after feeling that the cold behind him was no threat to him. It's just that as he chanted the incantation, the cold breath became more and more intense, his eyelids jumped, and his mind withdrew from that dry state.

"Brother Lin...... Brother Lin ...... "After he withdrew from the state of meditation and chanting, Long Xian's anxious voice with fear came into his ears.

"Hmm, what's going on?" Wang Lin agreed and opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw countless gray souls flying backwards from the top of his head, and the entire sea of souls was rolling violently, and its end was behind him.

"It's not good, Blood Spirit!" Wang Lin was startled and completely sobered up.

He turned violently, wanting to see the Blood Spirit Child. It's just that after he changed his voice, he was relieved, nothing terrible happened, but those endless souls merged into the back of the blood spirit, which made him a little puzzled.

"Brother Lin, what's going on?" Long Xian's face was frightened, and he boldly walked to Wang Lin's side and asked.

Wang Lin shook his head and said softly: "I don't know yet, wait a minute." Xian'er, you go to the back, it's enough for me here. ”

"It's okay, Brother Lin. He wasn't afraid of me before, and he wouldn't hurt me even if something happened. The dragon immortal's tone was gentle, but it was still unquestionable.

Wang Lin had no choice but to agree that Long Xian would wait for time to pass with him at close range.

A large number of unjust souls fused through the back of the blood spirit, forming a gray vortex there, and the speed at which the unjust soul merged became faster and faster.

Just like an hourglass, the further you get to the back, the faster you take off and land. It was only after about two hours that all the unjust souls in the entire small world were integrated into the body of the blood spirit.

After the last soul fused in, the blood spirit's body also changed, and dense and intricate gray inscriptions appeared on his body, as if he was wearing a sweater woven from fine wool. It's just that this sweater even wraps the forehead and the soles of the feet.

Suddenly, the blood spirit's eyelids, which had long been closed, jumped.

"He's waking up. Long Xian said happily.

Wang Lin nodded and shrugged him. Long Xian instantly understood, and reached out to gently cover his mouth.

After a few breaths, the blood spirit's eyes suddenly opened, and the red light flashed in it, exuding a fierce aura, which frightened the dragon immortal's complexion slightly.

"That was murderous just now!" said Zhu Qi in the distance. It is unbelievable that a child who has just been born has a terrifying murderous aura.

In front of the blood spirit, Wang Lin saw that after the initial murderous flash, his eyes became extremely clear, like a slightly cold dew drop on a spring morning.

He also smiled and looked at Wang Lin and Long Xian, compared to the fear and trembling before, now he was more like an innocent child who didn't understand anything.

"In the future, you will be called Wang Ming, since you have been given such a mission, then remember it, and I will bear it with you in the future!" Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his hand and touched his head gently.

"Wang ...... Ming...... Wang Ming ......"

Blood Spirit, no, it should be said that Wang Ming tilted his head and imitated seriously.