There are a total of seven tokens, and so far, Wang Lin has two of Li Shan's in his hands (ps: calculated before, changed to two. ), one piece of Xuandao Sect, one piece of Ethereal Sect, and one piece of Hehuan Sect, add together, a total of five pieces.

Throwing away the piece taken away by the Corpse Yin Sect, that is to say, the seven tokens, there is still the last piece missing.

Wang Lin pondered for a while, he searched for all the sects in Cassia Valley, and did not find the last piece, of course, it was not ruled out that it might be hidden elsewhere, but Wang Lin did not plan to look for it vigorously, seven tokens, he accounted for five pieces of enough, which basically guaranteed that he could enter the extraterritorial battlefield.

After no longer thinking about the token, Wang Lin immediately thought about the pre-war preparations two months later.

First of all, the cyan rice grain magic weapon, after supplementing the one he consumed before, he had a total of three, of these three grains, only one was a single product that had not been fused, and the other two were both two-in-one super magic weapons.

After carefully putting away the three magic weapons, Wang Lin groaned a little, opened the storage bag, and rummaged through it, he had killed a lot of people these days, and the storage bag had more or less gotten some, and now there were still a lot of things left in his pocket.

After turning over for a long time, suddenly Wang Lin took out a round bead, which was much smaller than the Heavenly Reverse Stone Bead, only one-tenth the size of a fist, and it was very smooth on it, without any patterns, and there were some fine cracks on the edges.

Picking up this bead, Wang Lin couldn't help but think of the strange Dumb, this bead was the first magic weapon given to him by the Strange Dumb. Wang Lin sighed lightly, put away his thoughts, looked at the beads in his hand, and his eyes flashed.

After a long time, the corners of his mouth curled up into a grim smile, and he put the beads back in the storage bag, and when he was done, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth to spit out a green light.

The green flying sword, floating in front of him, motionless.

Wang Lin felt that after the spiritual power in his body changed these days, there was always a feeling of stagnation in controlling the flying sword, not as free as before, although with the mutation of spiritual power, the power of the flying sword was countless times stronger than before, but a flying sword that controlled stagnation was absolutely not allowed for Wang Lin.

Therefore, Wang Lin planned to take this time to re-practice the flying sword.

Pinching the trick with both hands, Wang Lin played a few spiritual powers, and after wrapping the flying sword, Wang Lin patted the storage bag, and a gourd appeared in his hand, for the magic weapon of his own blood refining, Wang Lin was willing to pay the capital, he gritted his teeth, opened the gourd, and poured out about one-third of the liquid.

This liquid full of cold spiritual power, with a wave of Wang Lin's hand, floated in the air, fused together to form a fist-sized drop of water, and a trace of cold qi spread out from it, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the walls of the cave around it.

Wang Lin pointed at the water droplets with his hand, and the water droplets immediately moved, hitting the tip of the green flying sword, and then it was like flowing water, leaving from the tip of the sword, and soon the appearance of the green sword became crystal clear.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and at the moment when the blood left his mouth, he turned his right hand, and the liquid that spewed out suddenly turned into a blood mist, densely surging towards the flying sword wrapped in liquid.

The liquid slowly penetrated into the liquid, and soon, the aura liquid that enveloped the flying sword had turned pale red.

Wang Lin took a few breaths, bit the tip of his tongue again, and after spurting blood, his index finger drew several symbols in it, and each symbol he drew was thrown towards the flying sword by Wang Lin and printed on it.

Gradually, there were more and more symbols, and after a while, all the blood was used up, Wang Lin glanced at the flying sword, patted his chest without saying a word, and suddenly the spiritual power in his body surged up, and then his chest was pressed, and a stream of essence blood in his heart was spit out.

Wang Lin's face turned pale, and he didn't hesitate at all, and immediately drew the symbol with blood.

With more and more symbols, coupled with the effect of the essence and blood in the heart, slowly, the spiritual power liquid that wrapped the appearance of the flying sword had completely turned dark red, and even faintly purple.

After the last drop of blood turned into a charm and was printed on the flying sword, Wang Lin regularly contemplated and shouted, "He!"

With a buzz, the flying sword trembled violently, and the sword body immediately continued to tremble, the frequency became higher and higher, Wang Lin couldn't take his eyes off it, revealing a solemn appearance, and his hands kept changing his tricks in the air.

Immediately after that, the aura liquid that wrapped it was like being baked by an invisible fire, emitting ?? sound, emitting a trace of white smoke, as the white smoke increased, the liquid gradually decreased.

In the end, all the liquid disappeared, and looking at the flying sword, although the color was still green, there were several more blood-colored traces on its sword, and in addition, its size had also shrunk a lot, becoming only half of its original size.

What surprised Wang Lin even more was that its hilt had almost completely disappeared, the previous flying sword, the ratio between the hilt and the sword body was 1 to 5, but now, it has almost reached the specification of 1 to 15, basically, the hilt is negligible.

Wang Lin didn't know that this sword of blood refining was slowly undergoing an extreme transformation as his extreme realm was consolidated.

This kind of transformation, after finally reaching the extreme realm, the attributes of its flying sword will reach the end of omnipotence in a certain aspect.

For example, now, Wang Lin tested it, its speed is faster than before, if it is fully deployed, with Wang Lin's current eyesight, he can already see the traces of the flying sword, if you add the teleportation of the flying sword, the terrifying degree of this flying sword is already extraordinary.

At the very least, if a monk in the Yudan period does not open the defensive magic weapon, or if he does not have armor, he will be hit by a sword, and his life and death are unknown. This is the power of the Extreme Realm on the magic weapon, breaking through the limitations of the magic weapon itself, and bringing a single attribute to the extreme.

However, there is still a big deficiency in the infant stage of Shangyuan, after all, Wang Lin's current cultivation is only in the foundation building period, even if there is an extreme realm, it is still too weak.

The extreme realm, only when it reaches the infancy stage, will it be brought into full play to the greatest extent, and its horror will also unfold.

At this time, the small green sword was even more exquisite, and a trace of blue ice crystals appeared and disappeared on the sword body, which looked quite strange and unpredictable.

Swallowing the flying sword into the Purple Mansion, Wang Lin's eyes were like electricity, pinching his fingers, he spent a month in this retreat, and the remaining month, Wang Lin was ready to cultivate from the Heavenly Reverse Bead, he was confident that on the day he left the customs, his cultivation could break through the early stage of foundation building and reach the middle stage.