Everyone in this powerful place outside the valley was absorbed by the valley people into the He clan, and as for the gray-clothed old man, he had no choice but to accept this fact, and he couldn't raise the slightest thought of resistance.

More people began to practice soul alchemy, and even the old man in gray was also very interested in this technique.

In view of the fact that there are more and more clansmen, plus the people captured by Ouyang Hua and others when they went out to attack other tribes before, up to now, there are more than 500 men here, which can be said to be in a middle position among the nearby tribes.

With so many people gathered together, whether it was inside or outside the valley, it seemed a little dense, in this regard, Wang Lin personally arranged a formation, this formation was based on prohibition, and fused the valley array and the protective formation of the ten miles land.

The protection range of this array is about 20 miles in radius, so the problem of insufficient space is solved.

Every newborn tribe needs to have a tribal name, this, the name, after Ouyang Hua asked many times, Wang Lin named it Soul Refining.

In the center of this twenty-mile radius of the Soul Refining Tribe, it was the valley before that, at this moment, everyone in the valley moved out and lived outside, and the whole valley was classified as a forbidden area, only Wang Lin was alone, and outsiders were not allowed to enter unless they were summoned.

In addition, at the mouth of the valley, there are Soul Refining Clan guards, like guards.

This valley has become the symbol of the Soul Refining Tribe and the pinnacle of the highest power, and Wang Lin, who lives in it, is respected and aweed by everyone in the Soul Refining Tribe.

Wang Lin's rules have never changed, and if you want to get the mantra for the next stage, there are only those three methods.

In the entire Soul Refining Tribe, everyone seized all the time to practice, and on weekdays, except for some patrolling people, there was hardly half a figure in sight, and all of them were meditating in their respective houses.

At this moment, the Soul Refining Tribe was no longer similar to any tribe in the Demon Spirit Land, and in comparison, it was more like a nascent cultivation sect.

Wang Lin's life was immersed in peace for a long time, he lived alone in the valley, and under his magical powers, all the previous houses in the valley disappeared and became a place of birds and flowers, like a fairyland.

In this fairyland, Wang Lin built a wooden house with his own hands, this wooden house is very simple, but in this simplicity, it contains the avenue, if a monk sees this wooden house, he will immediately find that each piece of wood that makes up this wooden house may be different in size, but its weight, there is no difference.

This wooden house is where Wang Lin lives, and he sits cross-legged in the wooden house, quietly breathing.

What he absorbed was not immortal power, but the demonic power of this place!

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, it was winter, the winter in the land of demons, no different from the outside world, white snowflakes fell from the sky, as far as the eye could see, the whole, between heaven and earth, was full of silver.

Wang Lin opened his eyes from meditation and walked out of the wooden house, where snowflakes fell from the sky, and he quietly watched the snowflakes fall, and the whole person was immersed in it.

After a while, Wang Lin looked up at the sky and muttered, "It's been two years."

When he came to this demon land, it was almost two years, and as long as this happened, it would be two years after the winter passed.

He raised his right hand and caught a falling snowflake, which fell on his palm, and a trace of cold was transmitted, and then, the snowflake melted, and at the same time, a slight demonic power entered the body along Wang Lin's palm.

"In the land of demons, everything contains demonic power" Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes.

The snowflakes slowly fell and fell on Wang Lin, gradually more and more, several, and after hours, Wang Lin became a snowman.

His whole person was motionless, quietly absorbing the demon power in the snowflakes, and in the past two years, the demon crystal in his body has been improved from the previous top five to the top thirty-four!

The further it goes, the more difficult it is to improve, and the demon power of the top three is equivalent to building a foundation, and above ten times, it is the knot pill, and then it is also ten times as a stage, gradually rising.

The fundamental reason why Wang Lin condensed the demonic power was precisely because this demonic power could be fused with the immortal power, so that the immortal power could be increased.

If you want to reach the late stage of the infant transformation, Wang Lin's current immortal jade, although it has the reserves of the previous hundred years, is still a little reluctant, and as for the immortal jade required to win the championship, it is even more unimaginable.

In this way, if you want to improve your cultivation, you must take another shortcut, and this transformation with demonic power is one of the methods that Wang Lin thought of.

Wang Lin can think of this method, and others will naturally think of it, right now, it depends on who absorbs the powerful demon power.

This demonic power, in Wang Lin's opinion, is "an alternative kind of immortal jade, which can make one's cultivation and be improved!"

In the past two years, this soul refining tribe has made leaps again and again, with the need for the next level of formulas, more and more clansmen, each other out of the valley, out of the experience, in addition, there are almost every month there are a team of clansmen who go out, conquering some small tribes,

While capturing a large number of captives, he also retrieved a number of different demon crystals.

It is worth mentioning that those formations that resist the entry of the outside world have almost no effect on the aborigines of these demon lands, and the effect of this formation seems to be to prevent outsiders from entering except for resisting the tide of the demon night.

With the passage of time, the population of the Soul Refining Tribe has become more and more, and the range of twenty miles seems to be a little insufficient.

In this way, it was necessary to expand the formation again, Wang Lin spent three days researching, and finally expanded the scope of the formation by another twenty miles, and in this way, the soul refining tribe with a range of forty miles suddenly changed and became one of the most powerful tribes within tens of thousands of miles nearby!

The increase in the number of clansmen made it possible for more people to practice soul alchemy, and Wang Lin knew that the soul in the soul banner needed to be sacrificed many times before it could maximize its power.

It was inconvenient for him to teach these people this method of sacrifice, so he sacrificed the Soul Flag, and under his supernatural powers, the flag immediately turned into a large black mist, covering the sky within a radius of forty miles.

As soon as this black mist appeared, it immediately shocked everyone in the Soul Refining Tribe, and they all walked out of their respective houses, and some cultivators directly controlled the soul banner to wrap themselves and fly, wanting to go to the black mist to check out.

"Releasing the soul and entering the black mist, fixed several times a day, can increase the power of the soul!" Wang Lin's voice slowly came out from within the valley, echoing within forty miles.

The moment his voice came out, all the clansmen within forty miles knelt on the ground one after another, without exception, the reverence in the eyes of these people was extremely strong, and the opposite of what they knelt down was the valley where Wang Lin lived.

After this black fog appeared, throughout the day, within a radius of forty miles, there was often a black mist, and in these black fogs, countless souls of humans and beasts roared.

The people of the Soul Refining Tribe gradually became accustomed to releasing their souls into the black mist every day for refining, and this black mist has become the unique symbol of the Soul Refining Tribe.

In the Soul Refining Tribe, not all the people in Hui are practicing Soul Alchemy, and there are some who can't cultivate at all, they can only go out to hunt and provide food as hunters.

Thirteen, is one of the hunters.

Since his cultivation was abolished, he has never said a word, the whole person, like a mute, in his body, there is not the slightest agility, some, it seems to be just a body.

Only late every night, after he tried to vomit countless times, could he see another expression on his face, but this expression was a deep pain and unwillingness.

He was unwilling, there were many people in the clan who had now cultivated to the fourth stage, and there were many people with more than ten soul flags, and even a few talented and intelligent people had completely replaced the position of thirteen back then, and became the new powerhouse in the tribe after Ouyang Hua.

Everything that was cut was piercing his heart all the time.

It is precisely because of this that when he goes out hunting on weekdays, he often fights with his life in disregard, and in the long run, he has almost died many times, and if he is not taken care of by his fellow clansmen, he is afraid that he would have died long ago.

Some of the companions who took care of him knew Thirteen's status in the tribe back then, and when they saw him like this at this moment, they could only sigh in their hearts.

On this day, Wang Lin was looking intently at a piece of wood in his hand in the valley, which was black, and his whole body emitted bursts of ghostly light.

This wood was not found by a tribesman when he attacked a small tribe, but he found that the place where the people of this tribe worshipped placed this wood, so he took it back and offered it to Wang Lin.

Just looking at the room, Wang Lin suddenly raised his head and looked out of the valley, only to hear Ouyang Hua's old voice outside the valley.

"The younger generation has something to ask to see the ancestor!" The title of the ancestor naturally came out of everyone's mouths, Wang Lin did not refuse, and acquiesced.

"Come in!" Wang Lin looked down at the wood in his hand.

Ouyang Hua's figure flickered in from outside the valley, and he was still holding a person in his hands, this person was covered in blood and pale.

Quickly came to Wang Lin's side, Ouyang Hua knelt on the ground, put the person in his hand aside, and said in a low voice: "Ancestor, when Thirteen was hunting, he encountered a rare demonized beast, and the old man immediately rushed to it after noticing it, but it was still too late" All the creatures in the land of demons, if the demonic power in the body accumulates too much, there will be demonization, and once demonized, its strength will be doubled.

Wang Lin put the wood in his hand beside him and looked up at Thirteen.

Thirteen is much older than a year ago, and at this moment, it looks not like a youth, but like a twilight year.

"You stand down!" Wang Lin said in a deep voice.

Ouyang Hua got up and respectfully retired.

After walking out of the valley, he sighed secretly, looked back at the valley, and said in his heart: "Thirteen, look at your creation," Wang Lin looked at Thirteen and groaned.