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Lintian didn't expect that this time, he was not caught up by Mingzi, but fell into the hands of the ancient Buddha.
Thinking of this, Lintian felt an unspeakable hatred in his heart!
From the eighteen Buddhists in dizang to the ancient Buddhists, they all regarded themselves as heresies and tried every means to target and attack themselves, which was just too much deception.
Lintian was not a saint without seven emotions and six desires. How could he not be angry and hate when he was treated like this one after another?
"This account must be calculated in blood!"
Lintian clenched his teeth to himself.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to hold it back and calm down.
At the moment, he was in a very dangerous situation. He was held by a big white hand at his ankle and couldn't get rid of it.
Moreover, as his body sank in the turbid bloody River, Lintian could clearly feel that cold and violent thoughts came from all directions and locked himself.
The sense of danger like death came to Lintian's mind. There was a sense of suffocation, and his whole body was stiff.
He had never encountered such a dangerous and unknown thing since he set foot on the top of the world!
The river Styx makes people dare not cross the thunder pool.
But now, he was dragged by a big hand, sinking into it!
He had tried, and the sharpness of the broken blade could not shake the big white hand.
The most dangerous thing is that he used impermanence chop and instant spring and autumn to fight against Mingzi. Although he defeated Mingzi, he consumed most of his physical strength.
Later, he was attacked by the ancient Buddha, and now he is seriously injured.
Trouble!
Lintian frowned. He didn't care about anything else. He grabbed several King's medicines and put them into his mouth. He tried his best to refine them to repair the injury.
Boom!
The pressure is increasing. Under the Styx River, it is very turbid. There is a body and white bones floating and sinking in it.
At the same time, there are all kinds of cold and violent atmosphere.
This caused tremendous pressure on Lintian's body and mind. If he was on the verge of drowning, it was very difficult to lift an arm.
Until later, nothing could be seen, and there was a lot of blood.
Cold, depressed, weird, unknown All kinds of breath intertwined, which made Lintian's consciousness suffer a great impact and become fuzzy.
Hazy, as if there were bursts of weeping voice sounded, and as if there were fierce spirits howling.
There is a saint lamenting.
There are gods and Demons crying out crazily.
…… Lintian only felt that his mind was in a mess, dark and fuzzy. Occasionally, he even came up with some strange pieces of pictures.
There are a sea of corpses, a torrential rain of blood, gods, demons, ghosts, saints and Demons Strange figures are fighting and roaring.
Later, everything became ethereal and distant.
The scenes gradually turned into endless darkness.
I don't know how long later, suddenly -
a faint yellow mottled light appeared to illuminate the darkness, which made Lintian's dim consciousness gather little by little.
Then there was a sudden shock and a trace of consciousness was restored.
An oil lamp stood on one side of the ground at some time. It spread a yellow light shadow and covered Lintian's area.
The shadow of the lamp was very small. It was like a yellow umbrella. It could only cover Lintian four feet away. Further out, it was the vast river.
The river is as dark as ink!
No blame lamp!
Lintian gradually became conscious, recognized the treasure given by the skeleton boatman, and realized that he was drunk by the lamp.
Lintian took a deep breath and felt it carefully.
In the narrow area covered by the dim yellow light, there is no abnormality, which gives people a calm, stable and reassuring feeling.
But when consciousness sweeps out the shadow of the lamp, in a flash, the cold and violent breath of terror is like a landslide and tsunami!
That dark water, as if dormant countless demons, and choose people to eat!
Lintian took back his divine consciousness decisively. It was as if there was a ferocious roar in his ear, which made his heart palpitate. His face was a little ugly.
No doubt, this is the bottom of the Styx!
However, the turbid bloody river has become a depressing dark color.
And, if there is no blame lamp, the consequences are absolutely unimaginable!
Lintian took a deep breath and thought for a long time. Then he abandoned his thoughts and began to meditate.
There was silence all around, and even the sound of water could not be heard. The omnipresent darkness made it difficult to breathe.
But Lintian didn't realize it.
A day later.
After the whole body injury was repaired, Lintian returned to the peak state again. He only felt that his eyes and ears were clear, his spirit was clear, and he had a strong desire to survive.
He looked to the light on one side.
Its wick is like a bean, swaying a faint yellow mottled light and shadow, giving people a warm feeling.
The lamp is a kind of gray old color, like the iron polished by the boundless years, giving people a breath of years of precipitation.At the beginning, the skeleton boatman was to hang these on the black boat and cross the Styx river.
Lintian held the lamp in his hand and wanted to use the power of the lamp to leave the river Styx.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the lamp seemed to grow on the ground, motionless!
Huh?
Lintian's eyes were black and he looked at them carefully.
A moment later, he finally understood the reason. Although the lamp opened its shadow, it blocked the strange power in the dark.
But at the same time, it also bears the pressure of that strange force!
Lintian's face became clear and uncertain. He realized a key problem. To get out of trouble, he must first drive away the strange power in the dark Styx!
However, with his current strength, it is impossible to achieve this step.
What to do?
Lintian was lost in thought.
He is never a man waiting to die. He will never give up when there is a glimmer of hope.
The big blackbird once said that if it was not for the black pot in its hand, even if it was a saint, it could not suppress the strange power in the Styx!
Now, Lintian was at the bottom of the Styx River, and his strength was far away from the sage. He didn't seem to have any hope to get out of trouble.
It's just, is that true?
Three days later.
A bold idea appeared in Lintian's mind. If it triggered the thunder of eternal life, could it split a way of life?
Robbing thunder is derived from the will of heaven. It is hard and powerful. It can kill the evil of heaven and earth. It has the power to clean up heaven and earth!
Under the Styx River, there are many white bones and corpses, which are originated from the ancient ideas and resentments. It is only here that it seems strange and unknown.
It's a good choice if we can survive the robbery.
But at the same time, the risk is enormous.
Lintian couldn't guarantee that he would be disturbed and attacked by those strange ideas when he was going through the robbery. Once there was a mistake, it would be the end of doom!
But thinking about it, this was the only way Lintian could think of to get out of trouble.
"Well, I still have a long way to go before the first disaster of my long life. Before that, I can only do it here Shut up
Yeah, shut up!
Being trapped here was like a temporary hibernation. Lintian didn't think that he would be trapped here all his life!
Thinking of this, Lintian calmed down completely and began to calculate silently.
This time he entered the forbidden area of the Styx River, he got a lot of opportunities, such as the wonderful Dao fire, the sword moves left by Wu Yan, the thunder sound and purple bamboo of nearly 100 trees, and the great hell magic
Not to mention these, just the divine medicine and King's medicine that he carried were enough to support him to shut down here for a long time!
Hum ~
without hesitation, Lintian sacrificed a wonderful fire, turned it into a cauldron, and sent out an immortal spirit.
Bang!
When the broken blade comes out, it is swept into the cauldron in an instant and begins to be tempered and nurtured.
With a wave of Lintian's sleeve robe, a pile of divine materials poured out, shining brightly.
These materials were collected by him over the years. Now, he plans to use them to refine the blade.
Lintian looked calm, separated a wisp of divine consciousness, controlled all kinds of wonderful Dao fire, and put a variety of divine materials into Dao fire from time to time.
Lin Xun, the master of Lingwen, was naturally familiar with refining utensils.
Although it's different to cultivate Wang Daoji's weapons and refine them, they all have the same goal. With the help of many wonderful daohuo, he can thoroughly refine the broken blade.
The origin of broken blade is extremely mysterious, and it has its own inheritance mystery. In the final analysis, it is incomplete!
Lintian had considered long ago whether he wanted to make a new sacrifice or turn the broken blade into his own.
Now, he has made a decision.
Since his practice, Duan blade has been playing an immeasurable power, and like the inheritance of "Yuan" and "Ji", it can only be exerted through Duan blade.
If you choose a new weapon as the king's weapon, it's like blinding the Pearl of the broken blade and destroying the heavenly things!
The fire of the wonderful Dao glows like a cauldron. It continuously melts the divine materials, and the broken blade floats and sinks in it. It is constantly tempered and nurtured.
He controlled and paid attention to all these things with a part of his divine consciousness, so Lintian ignored them and immersed his mind in his own practice.
Now, his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Kingdom, and it is only one step away from perfection.
What we have to do now is to make the best of our accomplishments and make a breakthrough. Only in this way can we cause the first disaster in our long life!
However, before practicing, Lintian decided to practice the great underworld skill first!
If you can divide the original spirit into three parts, and each of them is in charge of the "past", "this life" and "future", it is enough to achieve twice the result with half the effort for your own practice.
For example, in practice, one yuan Shen can comprehend the martial arts, one can temper his accomplishments, and the other can be used to comprehend the power of the Tao!
In the dark, the yellow oil lamp swayed, and Lintian fell into enlightenment, unaware of the passage of time……
Lin is dead!
This piece of news, like a storm, in a few days, swept through the whole fire, causing a lot of uproar.
Many people can't believe it, but they can return with the strong who went to the forbidden area of the Styx River to explore opportunities. This news has been further confirmed!
Lin demon God died. He died on the way of Mingzi's pursuit. He was attacked by the ancient Buddha from Dadi Tibetan temple and fell under the river Styx!
For a moment, I don't know how many people feel sorry for it.
Lin demon God, just like a legend, has had too many miracles on him. Since his debut, he has never had a real failure.
Can be such a monster like a peerless figure, but hate under the river Styx, how people do not sigh?
-
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Lintian didn't expect that this time, he was not caught up by Mingzi, but fell into the hands of the ancient Buddha.
Thinking of this, Lintian felt an unspeakable hatred in his heart!
From the eighteen Buddhists in dizang to the ancient Buddhists, they all regarded themselves as heresies and tried every means to target and attack themselves, which was just too much deception.
Lintian was not a saint without seven emotions and six desires. How could he not be angry and hate when he was treated like this one after another?
"This account must be calculated in blood!"
Lintian clenched his teeth to himself.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to hold it back and calm down.
At the moment, he was in a very dangerous situation. He was held by a big white hand at his ankle and couldn't get rid of it.
Moreover, as his body sank in the turbid bloody River, Lintian could clearly feel that cold and violent thoughts came from all directions and locked himself.
The sense of danger like death came to Lintian's mind. There was a sense of suffocation, and his whole body was stiff.
He had never encountered such a dangerous and unknown thing since he set foot on the top of the world!
The river Styx makes people dare not cross the thunder pool.
But now, he was dragged by a big hand, sinking into it!
He had tried, and the sharpness of the broken blade could not shake the big white hand.
The most dangerous thing is that he used impermanence chop and instant spring and autumn to fight against Mingzi. Although he defeated Mingzi, he consumed most of his physical strength.
Later, he was attacked by the ancient Buddha, and now he is seriously injured.
Trouble!
Lintian frowned. He didn't care about anything else. He grabbed several King's medicines and put them into his mouth. He tried his best to refine them to repair the injury.
Boom!
The pressure is increasing. Under the Styx River, it is very turbid. There is a body and white bones floating and sinking in it.
At the same time, there are all kinds of cold and violent atmosphere.
This caused tremendous pressure on Lintian's body and mind. If he was on the verge of drowning, it was very difficult to lift an arm.
Until later, nothing could be seen, and there was a lot of blood.
Cold, depressed, weird, unknown All kinds of breath intertwined, which made Lintian's consciousness suffer a great impact and become fuzzy.
Hazy, as if there were bursts of weeping voice sounded, and as if there were fierce spirits howling.
There is a saint lamenting.
There are gods and Demons crying out crazily.
…… Lintian only felt that his mind was in a mess, dark and fuzzy. Occasionally, he even came up with some strange pieces of pictures.
There are a sea of corpses, a torrential rain of blood, gods, demons, ghosts, saints and Demons Strange figures are fighting and roaring.
Later, everything became ethereal and distant.
The scenes gradually turned into endless darkness.
I don't know how long later, suddenly -
a faint yellow mottled light appeared to illuminate the darkness, which made Lintian's dim consciousness gather little by little.
Then there was a sudden shock and a trace of consciousness was restored.
An oil lamp stood on one side of the ground at some time. It spread a yellow light shadow and covered Lintian's area.
The shadow of the lamp was very small. It was like a yellow umbrella. It could only cover Lintian four feet away. Further out, it was the vast river.
The river is as dark as ink!
No blame lamp!
Lintian gradually became conscious, recognized the treasure given by the skeleton boatman, and realized that he was drunk by the lamp.
Lintian took a deep breath and felt it carefully.
In the narrow area covered by the dim yellow light, there is no abnormality, which gives people a calm, stable and reassuring feeling.
But when consciousness sweeps out the shadow of the lamp, in a flash, the cold and violent breath of terror is like a landslide and tsunami!
That dark water, as if dormant countless demons, and choose people to eat!
Lintian took back his divine consciousness decisively. It was as if there was a ferocious roar in his ear, which made his heart palpitate. His face was a little ugly.
No doubt, this is the bottom of the Styx!
However, the turbid bloody river has become a depressing dark color.
And, if there is no blame lamp, the consequences are absolutely unimaginable!
Lintian took a deep breath and thought for a long time. Then he abandoned his thoughts and began to meditate.
There was silence all around, and even the sound of water could not be heard. The omnipresent darkness made it difficult to breathe.
But Lintian didn't realize it.
A day later.
After the whole body injury was repaired, Lintian returned to the peak state again. He only felt that his eyes and ears were clear, his spirit was clear, and he had a strong desire to survive.
He looked to the light on one side.
Its wick is like a bean, swaying a faint yellow mottled light and shadow, giving people a warm feeling.
The lamp is a kind of gray old color, like the iron polished by the boundless years, giving people a breath of years of precipitation.At the beginning, the skeleton boatman was to hang these on the black boat and cross the Styx river.
Lintian held the lamp in his hand and wanted to use the power of the lamp to leave the river Styx.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the lamp seemed to grow on the ground, motionless!
Huh?
Lintian's eyes were black and he looked at them carefully.
A moment later, he finally understood the reason. Although the lamp opened its shadow, it blocked the strange power in the dark.
But at the same time, it also bears the pressure of that strange force!
Lintian's face became clear and uncertain. He realized a key problem. To get out of trouble, he must first drive away the strange power in the dark Styx!
However, with his current strength, it is impossible to achieve this step.
What to do?
Lintian was lost in thought.
He is never a man waiting to die. He will never give up when there is a glimmer of hope.
The big blackbird once said that if it was not for the black pot in its hand, even if it was a saint, it could not suppress the strange power in the Styx!
Now, Lintian was at the bottom of the Styx River, and his strength was far away from the sage. He didn't seem to have any hope to get out of trouble.
It's just, is that true?
Three days later.
A bold idea appeared in Lintian's mind. If it triggered the thunder of eternal life, could it split a way of life?
Robbing thunder is derived from the will of heaven. It is hard and powerful. It can kill the evil of heaven and earth. It has the power to clean up heaven and earth!
Under the Styx River, there are many white bones and corpses, which are originated from the ancient ideas and resentments. It is only here that it seems strange and unknown.
It's a good choice if we can survive the robbery.
But at the same time, the risk is enormous.
Lintian couldn't guarantee that he would be disturbed and attacked by those strange ideas when he was going through the robbery. Once there was a mistake, it would be the end of doom!
But thinking about it, this was the only way Lintian could think of to get out of trouble.
"Well, I still have a long way to go before the first disaster of my long life. Before that, I can only do it here Shut up
Yeah, shut up!
Being trapped here was like a temporary hibernation. Lintian didn't think that he would be trapped here all his life!
Thinking of this, Lintian calmed down completely and began to calculate silently.
This time he entered the forbidden area of the Styx River, he got a lot of opportunities, such as the wonderful Dao fire, the sword moves left by Wu Yan, the thunder sound and purple bamboo of nearly 100 trees, and the great hell magic
Not to mention these, just the divine medicine and King's medicine that he carried were enough to support him to shut down here for a long time!
Hum ~
without hesitation, Lintian sacrificed a wonderful fire, turned it into a cauldron, and sent out an immortal spirit.
Bang!
When the broken blade comes out, it is swept into the cauldron in an instant and begins to be tempered and nurtured.
With a wave of Lintian's sleeve robe, a pile of divine materials poured out, shining brightly.
These materials were collected by him over the years. Now, he plans to use them to refine the blade.
Lintian looked calm, separated a wisp of divine consciousness, controlled all kinds of wonderful Dao fire, and put a variety of divine materials into Dao fire from time to time.
Lin Xun, the master of Lingwen, was naturally familiar with refining utensils.
Although it's different to cultivate Wang Daoji's weapons and refine them, they all have the same goal. With the help of many wonderful daohuo, he can thoroughly refine the broken blade.
The origin of broken blade is extremely mysterious, and it has its own inheritance mystery. In the final analysis, it is incomplete!
Lintian had considered long ago whether he wanted to make a new sacrifice or turn the broken blade into his own.
Now, he has made a decision.
Since his practice, Duan blade has been playing an immeasurable power, and like the inheritance of "Yuan" and "Ji", it can only be exerted through Duan blade.
If you choose a new weapon as the king's weapon, it's like blinding the Pearl of the broken blade and destroying the heavenly things!
The fire of the wonderful Dao glows like a cauldron. It continuously melts the divine materials, and the broken blade floats and sinks in it. It is constantly tempered and nurtured.
He controlled and paid attention to all these things with a part of his divine consciousness, so Lintian ignored them and immersed his mind in his own practice.
Now, his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Kingdom, and it is only one step away from perfection.
What we have to do now is to make the best of our accomplishments and make a breakthrough. Only in this way can we cause the first disaster in our long life!
However, before practicing, Lintian decided to practice the great underworld skill first!
If you can divide the original spirit into three parts, and each of them is in charge of the "past", "this life" and "future", it is enough to achieve twice the result with half the effort for your own practice.
For example, in practice, one yuan Shen can comprehend the martial arts, one can temper his accomplishments, and the other can be used to comprehend the power of the Tao!
In the dark, the yellow oil lamp swayed, and Lintian fell into enlightenment, unaware of the passage of time……
Lin is dead!
This piece of news, like a storm, in a few days, swept through the whole fire, causing a lot of uproar.
Many people can't believe it, but they can return with the strong who went to the forbidden area of the Styx River to explore opportunities. This news has been further confirmed!
Lin demon God died. He died on the way of Mingzi's pursuit. He was attacked by the ancient Buddha from Dadi Tibetan temple and fell under the river Styx!
For a moment, I don't know how many people feel sorry for it.
Lin demon God, just like a legend, has had too many miracles on him. Since his debut, he has never had a real failure.
Can be such a monster like a peerless figure, but hate under the river Styx, how people do not sigh?
-
PS: Goldfish's grandfather passed away at noon today and didn't update in the evening. Sorry ~
everyone
Lintian didn't expect that this time, he was not caught up by Mingzi, but fell into the hands of the ancient Buddha. Thinking of this, Lintian felt an unspeakable hatred in his heart! From the eighteen Buddhists in dizang to the ancient Buddhists, they all regarded themselves as heresies and tried every means to target and attack themselves, which was just too much deception. Lintian was not a saint without seven emotions and six desires. How could he not be angry and hate when he was treated like this one after another? "This account must be calculated in blood!" Lintian clenched his teeth to himself. He took a deep breath, forced himself to hold it back and calm down. At the moment, he was in a very dangerous situation. He was held by a big white hand at his ankle and couldn't get rid of it. Moreover, as his body sank in the turbid bloody River, Lintian could clearly feel that cold and violent thoughts came from all directions and locked himself. The sense of danger like death came to Lintian's mind. There was a sense of suffocation, and his whole body was stiff. He had never encountered such a dangerous and unknown thing since he set foot on the top of the world! The river Styx makes people dare not cross the thunder pool. But now, he was dragged by a big hand, sinking into it! He had tried, and the sharpness of the broken blade could not shake the big white hand. The most dangerous thing is that he used impermanence chop and instant spring and autumn to fight against Mingzi. Although he defeated Mingzi, he consumed most of his physical strength. Later, he was attacked by the ancient Buddha, and now he is seriously injured. Trouble! Lintian frowned. He didn't care about anything else. He grabbed several King's medicines and put them into his mouth. He tried his best to refine them to repair the injury. Boom! The pressure is increasing. Under the Styx River, it is very turbid. There is a body and white bones floating and sinking in it. At the same time, there are all kinds of cold and violent atmosphere. This caused tremendous pressure on Lintian's body and mind. If he was on the verge of drowning, it was very difficult to lift an arm. Until later, nothing could be seen, and there was a lot of blood. Cold, depressed, weird, unknown All kinds of breath intertwined, which made Lintian's consciousness suffer a great impact and become fuzzy. Hazy, as if there were bursts of weeping voice sounded, and as if there were fierce spirits howling. There is a saint lamenting. There are gods and Demons crying out crazily. Lintian only felt that his mind was in a mess, dark and fuzzy. Occasionally, he even came up with some strange pieces of pictures. There are a sea of corpses, a torrential rain of blood, gods, demons, ghosts, saints and Demons Strange figures are fighting and roaring. Later, everything became ethereal and distant. The scenes gradually turned into endless darkness. I don't know how long later, suddenly - a faint yellow mottled light appeared to illuminate the darkness, which made Lintian's dim consciousness gather little by little. Then there was a sudden shock and a trace of consciousness was restored. An oil lamp stood on one side of the ground at some time. It spread a yellow light shadow and covered Lintian's area. The shadow of the lamp was very small. It was like a yellow umbrella. It could only cover Lintian four feet away. Further out, it was the vast river. The river is as dark as ink! No blame lamp! Lintian gradually became conscious, recognized the treasure given by the skeleton boatman, and realized that he was drunk by the lamp. Lintian took a deep breath and felt it carefully. In the narrow area covered by the dim yellow light, there is no abnormality, which gives people a calm, stable and reassuring feeling. But when consciousness sweeps out the shadow of the lamp, in a flash, the cold and violent breath of terror is like a landslide and tsunami! That dark water, as if dormant countless demons, and choose people to eat! Lintian took back his divine consciousness decisively. It was as if there was a ferocious roar in his ear, which made his heart palpitate. His face was a little ugly. No doubt, this is the bottom of the Styx! However, the turbid bloody river has become a depressing dark color. And, if there is no blame lamp, the consequences are absolutely unimaginable! Lintian took a deep breath and thought for a long time. Then he abandoned his thoughts and began to meditate. There was silence all around, and even the sound of water could not be heard. The omnipresent darkness made it difficult to breathe. But Lintian didn't realize it. A day later. After the whole body injury was repaired, Lintian returned to the peak state again. He only felt that his eyes and ears were clear, his spirit was clear, and he had a strong desire to survive. He looked to the light on one side. Its wick is like a bean, swaying a faint yellow mottled light and shadow, giving people a warm feeling. The lamp is a kind of gray old color, like the iron polished by the boundless years, giving people a breath of years of precipitation.At the beginning, the skeleton boatman was to hang these on the black boat and cross the Styx river. Lintian held the lamp in his hand and wanted to use the power of the lamp to leave the river Styx. However, no matter how hard he tried, the lamp seemed to grow on the ground, motionless! Huh? Lintian's eyes were black and he looked at them carefully. A moment later, he finally understood the reason. Although the lamp opened its shadow, it blocked the strange power in the dark. But at the same time, it also bears the pressure of that strange force! Lintian's face became clear and uncertain. He realized a key problem. To get out of trouble, he must first drive away the strange power in the dark Styx! However, with his current strength, it is impossible to achieve this step. What to do? Lintian was lost in thought. He is never a man waiting to die. He will never give up when there is a glimmer of hope. The big blackbird once said that if it was not for the black pot in its hand, even if it was a saint, it could not suppress the strange power in the Styx! Now, Lintian was at the bottom of the Styx River, and his strength was far away from the sage. He didn't seem to have any hope to get out of trouble. It's just, is that true? Three days later. A bold idea appeared in Lintian's mind. If it triggered the thunder of eternal life, could it split a way of life? Robbing thunder is derived from the will of heaven. It is hard and powerful. It can kill the evil of heaven and earth. It has the power to clean up heaven and earth! Under the Styx River, there are many white bones and corpses, which are originated from the ancient ideas and resentments. It is only here that it seems strange and unknown. It's a good choice if we can survive the robbery. But at the same time, the risk is enormous. Lintian couldn't guarantee that he would be disturbed and attacked by those strange ideas when he was going through the robbery. Once there was a mistake, it would be the end of doom! But thinking about it, this was the only way Lintian could think of to get out of trouble. "Well, I still have a long way to go before the first disaster of my long life. Before that, I can only do it here Shut up Yeah, shut up! Being trapped here was like a temporary hibernation. Lintian didn't think that he would be trapped here all his life! Thinking of this, Lintian calmed down completely and began to calculate silently. This time he entered the forbidden area of the Styx River, he got a lot of opportunities, such as the wonderful Dao fire, the sword moves left by Wu Yan, the thunder sound and purple bamboo of nearly 100 trees, and the great hell magic Not to mention these, just the divine medicine and King's medicine that he carried were enough to support him to shut down here for a long time! Hum ~ without hesitation, Lintian sacrificed a wonderful fire, turned it into a cauldron, and sent out an immortal spirit. Bang! When the broken blade comes out, it is swept into the cauldron in an instant and begins to be tempered and nurtured. With a wave of Lintian's sleeve robe, a pile of divine materials poured out, shining brightly. These materials were collected by him over the years. Now, he plans to use them to refine the blade. Lintian looked calm, separated a wisp of divine consciousness, controlled all kinds of wonderful Dao fire, and put a variety of divine materials into Dao fire from time to time. Lin Xun, the master of Lingwen, was naturally familiar with refining utensils. Although it's different to cultivate Wang Daoji's weapons and refine them, they all have the same goal. With the help of many wonderful daohuo, he can thoroughly refine the broken blade. The origin of broken blade is extremely mysterious, and it has its own inheritance mystery. In the final analysis, it is incomplete! Lintian had considered long ago whether he wanted to make a new sacrifice or turn the broken blade into his own. Now, he has made a decision. Since his practice, Duan blade has been playing an immeasurable power, and like the inheritance of "Yuan" and "Ji", it can only be exerted through Duan blade. If you choose a new weapon as the king's weapon, it's like blinding the Pearl of the broken blade and destroying the heavenly things! The fire of the wonderful Dao glows like a cauldron. It continuously melts the divine materials, and the broken blade floats and sinks in it. It is constantly tempered and nurtured. He controlled and paid attention to all these things with a part of his divine consciousness, so Lintian ignored them and immersed his mind in his own practice. Now, his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Kingdom, and it is only one step away from perfection. What we have to do now is to make the best of our accomplishments and make a breakthrough. Only in this way can we cause the first disaster in our long life! However, before practicing, Lintian decided to practice the great underworld skill first! If you can divide the original spirit into three parts, and each of them is in charge of the "past", "this life" and "future", it is enough to achieve twice the result with half the effort for your own practice. For example, in practice, one yuan Shen can comprehend the martial arts, one can temper his accomplishments, and the other can be used to comprehend the power of the Tao! In the dark, the yellow oil lamp swayed, and Lintian fell into enlightenment, unaware of the passage of time Lin is dead! This piece of news, like a storm, in a few days, swept through the whole fire, causing a lot of uproar. Many people can't believe it, but they can return with the strong who went to the forbidden area of the Styx River to explore opportunities. This news has been further confirmed! Lin demon God died. He died on the way of Mingzi's pursuit. He was attacked by the ancient Buddha from Dadi Tibetan temple and fell under the river Styx! For a moment, I don't know how many people feel sorry for it. Lin demon God, just like a legend, has had too many miracles on him. Since his debut, he has never had a real failure. Can be such a monster like a peerless figure, but hate under the river Styx, how people do not sigh? - PS: Goldfish's grandfather passed away at noon today and didn't update in the evening. Sorry ~ everyone
