If the machine spirit is born, I am afraid that Wang Lin will not even need to control the Linglong battleship himself in the future, because there is automatic control of the machine spirit, this is fully automatic, and it is also intelligent!

Can Wang Lin be unhappy about this?

I am very satisfied with my decision to use the Linglong Battleship as my natal magic weapon!

The natal magic weapon thing is done. Wang Lin was about to go out.

The spiritual veins of the Linglong Treasury have been sucked dry by Xiao Wu, a 10,000-year-old starving ghost, and it is useless to stay here. Wang Lin took the space ring with him and swept away all the treasures in the exquisite treasure house!

By the way, after refining the Ben Thunder Sword as an ordinary magic weapon, Wang Lin got up and walked to the teleportation array leading to the outside of the Linglong Treasure Vault!

Stepping into the teleportation array, Wang Lin looked at the already slippery exquisite treasure house with some reluctance, and after teleporting out. But he couldn't come back, of course, there was nothing left, and the treasure house of Linglong was also invalid.

However, Wang Lin is still full of affection for this place, what he has gained here, and what he has gained. It was far beyond his expectations, and it saved him at least decades of time!

Saying goodbye to the Linglong Treasury for the last time in his heart, Wang Lin was in a state of excitement and wanted to look up to the sky and let out a long howl.

Jindan has been completed!

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high for the birds to fly!

He, Wang Lin, is finally able to fly freely!

......

In the northern part of the Middle-earth Empire, in a barren mountain near the North Pole, a spatial shock suddenly appeared, and ripples like water waves were transmitted from the sky.

Barren mountains all around. But for some reason. Dozens of black-clothed cultivators gathered, all dressed in black. Wearing a mask like a ghost, they gathered around the barren mountain, as if discussing something big.

What was going on around the barren mountain, and at this moment, the space shook suddenly, which immediately caused an uproar among the black-clothed cultivators!

"Alert, this is someone teleporting here!" a black-clothed cultivator shouted loudly, causing the group to stop their panic and quiet down, staring coldly at the sky with increasing ripples.

"What are we going to do?" said the black-clad nun to a middle-aged man in a blue shirt who was not dressed in black and wore a ghost mask.

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt looked indifferent, looked at the sky in shock, smiled coldly, and made a neck cutting motion: "Kill, this place is our secret important place, since he teleported in, blame him for being unlucky!

The black-clothed cultivator nodded respectfully at the middle-aged blue-shirted man, and immediately shouted to everyone: "Kill me, and as soon as he appears, he will be killed immediately!"

"Yes!" a group of black-clothed cultivators suddenly agreed, their voices full of unruliness.

All the black-clothed cultivators looked at the sky with the eyes of the dead, and in their hearts, the unlucky ghost who had teleported here was dead!

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt didn't even look at it, he didn't care who it was, in his eyes, no matter who it was, he was already a dead person!

There is not so much reason to tell him, this is the rule of the cultivation realm!

The middle-aged blue-shirted man smiled, and continued to frown and investigate the barren mountain, the barren mountain is so inconspicuous, but in the eyes of the middle-aged blue-shirted man, this barren mountain is much better than the unlucky ghost who is about to die.

At this moment, the space shook to the extreme, the ripples became more and more intense, the sky suddenly seemed to be torn apart, and a cyan figure let out a long roar that appeared in mid-air.

However, the ground suddenly let out a sneering roar: "Boom me!"

Boom Boom!

Countless spiritual weapons, magic weapons, and talismans, like raindrops, blasted towards that person.

Full of momentum and great power, the black-clothed cultivators looked at each other coldly, with a hideous and bloodthirsty look on their faces, in their eyes, this unlucky ghost, being able to be attacked so much and dying, is really the glory of death!

Roar!

Wang Lin had just teleported out, looking up to the sky and roaring, when he was very happy, but suddenly found that the overwhelming attacks were rushing towards him, which immediately startled him, and his heart was even more depressed, he immediately stopped the long roar, roared, and the Thunder Sword turned into a purple giant sword, blasting towards these attacks fiercely!

Inexplicably, he was bombarded and killed, which made Wang Lin, who was in excitement, feel as if he had been splashed with cold water, and he was extremely depressed! The thunder sword came out, turned into a giant sword of tens of zhang in size, and slashed towards the attack of the bombardment!

Bang!

With a loud bang, the Ben Thunder Sword and countless spirit weapon talismans collided fiercely, making a loud noise in mid-air.

Uh-huh!

All the black-clothed cultivators who participated in the attack snorted, a trail of blood flowed from their mouths, and they retreated a few steps back, obviously, their attack was blocked by Wang Lin, and once they collided, they produced a powerful counterattack force, causing them all to suffer minor injuries from it.

Wang Lin was not easy either, he was suddenly attacked, and he didn't react at all, just a sword in his hand. The collision of this sword, the powerful force of the shock, made him can't help but take a few steps back, and his heart was a little shocked.

This made Wang Lin couldn't help but be furious, just when he was happy, someone came to trouble him, and he didn't say anything, just the most ruthless killing move, wanting him to die!

Although he was inexplicable in his heart, these black-clothed people, a group of people with imp masks, had a lot of killing intent towards him, which made Wang Lin angry!

He didn't care who these people were, he just knew that someone was going to kill him, so what else was there to say?

Just fuck it!

Wang Lin, who was furious, didn't care about anything, and directly made a big move, and the black and dull clouds gathered at an extremely fast speed, covering the entire barren mountain, covering the heads of this group of black-clothed monks.

The dull and oppressive aura filled the entire barren mountain, but it didn't make this group of black-clothed people react at all, their eyes showed an unruly look, and they didn't seem to put Wang Lin in their eyes at all, although Wang Lin resisted their attack with a sword before, but they didn't have a trace of fear!

All of them are unruly, looking at Wang Lin with their eyes, just like some jackals looking at their prey, fierce and vicious, very dangerous.

Wang Lin sighed in his heart. He immediately understood this group of men in black. Much has been done to do this kind of thing, and all of them have been successful, so that they don't have any fear at all!

Even in the face of a Jindan powerhouse, these monks of the Yudan period did not have a trace of fear, what is the origin of this?

This bloodthirsty and ferocious intent is a bit like the style of the army. However, Wang Lin immediately denied that the soldiers of Middle-earth were disciplined, and it was by no means such unruly, jackal-like eyes.