There are seven tokens in total. So far, Wang Lin has two pieces of Li Shan (ps: calculated before, changed to two pieces.), one piece of Xuandao Sect, one piece of Piaomiao Sect, and one piece of Hehuan Sect, and one piece of Hehuan Sect. Together, it is a total of five pieces.

Let go of the piece taken away by the Corpse Yin Sect, which means that the seven tokens are still the last piece away.

Wang Lin pondered a little. He looked for all the sects in Cassin Valley and did not find the last one. Of course, it was not ruled out that they might be hidden elsewhere. However, Wang Lin did not intend to search hard. It was enough for him to occupy five of the seven tokens, which basically guaranteed that he could enter the extraterritorial battlefield.

After no longer considering the token, Wang Lin immediately considered the pre-war preparations two months later.

First of all, the green rice-grain magic weapon. After replenishing the one he consumed before, he had three of them. Among these three, only one was a single grade that was not fused, and the other two were super magic weapons of two-in-one.

After carefully putting the three magic weapons, Wang Lin pondered a little, opened the storage bag, and flipped through it. He killed a lot of people these days, and he also made some of the storage bags. Now there are still a lot of things in his pocket.

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

When Wang Lin picked up the round bead, he couldn't help but think of the weird man Ah Dai. This bead was the first magic weapon given to him by the weird man Ah Dai. Wang Lin sighed lightly, put away his thoughts, and looked at the bead in his hand, his eyes flashed.

After a long time, the corners of his mouth raised, and a gloomy smile appeared. He put the beads back into the storage bag. After doing this, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth and spit out a green light.

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

During this period, Wang Lin felt that after his spiritual power in his body changed, he always felt like he was stagnant when controlling the flying sword. He was not as free as before. Although the power of the flying sword was countless times stronger than before, a flying sword that controlled the stagnant was absolutely not allowed to Wang Lin.

So, Wang Lin planned to use this time to re-sell the flying sword.

With his hands pinched, Wang Lin shot out a few spiritual powers and wrapped the flying sword. After Wang Lin slapped the storage bag and a gourd appeared in his hand. Wang Lin was willing to pay for his magic weapon he had refined with blood. He gritted his teeth and opened the gourd and poured out about one-third of the liquid.

This liquid filled with yin and cold spiritual power floated in the air with a wave of Wang Lin, fusing together to form a water droplet the size of a fist. A trace of yin and cold air spread out from it, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the surrounding cave walls.

Wang Lin pointed to the water droplets with his hand, and the water droplets immediately moved and hit the tip of the green flying sword. Then, it left the tip of the sword like flowing water, and soon the appearance of the green small sword became crystal clear.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, bite the tip of his tongue, and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood left his mouth, his right hand turned, and the liquid spurted out suddenly turned into a blood mist, rushing densely towards the flying sword wrapped in the liquid.

The liquid slowly penetrated into the liquid, and soon, the spiritual liquid that wrapped the flying sword turned into a light red.

Wang Lin took a few breaths, bit the tip of his tongue again, and after spewing blood, his index finger drew several symbols in it. Each time he drew a symbol, he threw it towards the flying sword in the swing of Wang Lin and printed it on it.

Gradually, the symbols became more and more. In a short while, all the blood was used up. Wang Lin glanced at Fei Jian and slapped his chest without saying a word. The spiritual power in his body suddenly started to move. Then he pressed his chest and vomited a stream of essence and blood in his heart.

Wang Lin's face turned pale. He did not hesitate at all and immediately drew symbols with his blood.

As the symbols become more and more, coupled with the effect of essence and blood in the heart, slowly, the spiritual liquid that wrapped the surface of the flying sword has completely turned into dark red, and even faintly turned purple.

After the last drop of blood turned into a talisman seal on the flying sword, Wang Lin concentrated his mind regularly and shouted in a low voice: "Will!"

With a buzzing sound, the flying sword trembled violently, and the sword body immediately continued to tremble, the frequency became higher and higher. Wang Lin's eyes were silent, revealing a solemn look, and his hands kept changing their hand techniques from the air.

Then the spiritual liquid wrapped around it was like being baked by an invisible fire, making a wailing sound, emitting a trace of white smoke. As the white smoke increased, the liquid gradually decreased.

In the end, all the liquid disappeared. Looking at the flying sword, although the color was still green, there were several blood-colored marks on the sword. In addition, its size also decreased a lot, becoming only half of the original one.

What surprised Wang Lin even more was that its sword hilt had almost completely disappeared. In the past, 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 consolidated.

After this transformation finally reaches the extreme realm, its flying sword attribute will reach the end point of doing everything possible in a certain aspect.

For example, Wang Lin tested it and its speed was faster than before. If he had fully developed it, with Wang Lin's current eyesight, he could have seen traces of flying without flying swords. If the teleportation of the flying sword is added, the terrifying degree of this flying sword is already extraordinary.

At the very least, if a cultivator in the Killing Physical Stage does not open the defensive magic weapon or 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 exerting a single attribute to the extreme.

However, there are still great shortcomings in the Nascent Soul Stage. After all, Wang Lin’s current cultivation level is only in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even if he has the ultimate level, he is still too weak.

The extreme realm can only be maximized when it reaches the Nascent Soul stage, and its terribleness will also be unfolded.

The green sword at this time became more refined. A trace of blue ice crystals appeared on the sword and disappeared sometimes, looking quite strange and unpredictable.
Chapter completed!