Renegade Immortal

Nian waved a magic weapon in mid-air and turned it into crystal rice, which fell on Wang Lin. Nian's heart was broken, and he turned slowly, emitting a dazzling light, which looked extremely dazzling.

The quality of these three magic treasures cannot be compared with the real fairy treasures, and they cannot even reach the low-grade ones. However, they can also be driven by fairy power and elicit the artistic conception and magical power contained in them.

Even without immortal power. Monks below the stage of infant transformation can also use their own spiritual power to control this treasure, but the power will be much weaker.

"Pseudo Immortal!" Wang Lin said softly.

This is the highest grade magic weapon he can make. After all, Wang Lin only has a rough understanding of weapon refining and not very detailed knowledge. Most of his understanding comes from the weapon refining jade from the Fire Burning Kingdom on Suzaku Star. simple.

Ordinarily, it would have been impossible for him to create such a magic weapon, but Wang Lin had his own Taoist thoughts and reached the peak of cultivation. What's more important is his mastery of restrictions.

He withdrew his gaze from the three magic weapons. For these three magic weapons. Wang Lin was not satisfied. He pondered for a while, then picked up the bronze mirror alone, with a flash of forbidden deduction in his eyes.

"If this magic weapon can have the effect of inheritance, its price will definitely increase a lot." Wang Lin closed his eyes and kept reasoning in his heart.

Ordinary magic weapons are just printed with divine consciousness, allowing the user to control them freely, but once the magic weapon is taken away. After erasing the consciousness, one becomes the object of the other party.

Only that kind of inherited treasure requires that in addition to one's own spiritual consciousness, there must also be inherited magic techniques. In this way, outsiders cannot control it if they get it.

Therefore, the value of a magic weapon with the effect of inheritance is far higher than that of the same level.

Wang Lin's soul-honoring flag, shooting chariot and other objects are such magical weapons. He closed his eyes and thought about the secret of inheritance. But the refining method of the inherited treasure can only be possessed by those great masters in refining weapons. This kind of method will not be spread easily. It will not be easily refined, so this kind of treasure is rare.

Not long after, Wang Lin opened his eyes. He frowned and murmured: "Inheritance" is not fully understood. Maybe I have thought about this issue in a wrong way, and I don't want to think about how to inherit it. Instead, add a special seal to this magic weapon. Then put the seal formula to open the seal and sell it together in the jade slip. In this way, although it is not a real inheritance, it still has the effect of inheritance. "

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. The key point of this pseudo-inheritance is the strength of that special seal. If he can make the seal so strong that no one can break it, then, although it is not a real inheritance, it still has the effect of a real inheritance.

The light of prohibition and derivation quickly circulated in Wang Lin's eyes,

He made a secret with his left hand and hit a ban that fell on the bronze mirror. Then, without stopping, he hit the ban with his left hand continuously. These bans were combined with each other to form a complex rune that shimmered with black light.

After pondering for a while, Wang Lin looked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on one of the candlesticks. He pointed with his left hand, and the candlestick was immediately lit. One catch. He immediately took the smoke and pressed it on the forbidden rune.

The rune immediately melted strangely and turned into a wisp of black smoke, which penetrated into the bronze mirror. Then he patted the storage bag. He took out a piece of jade and bamboo slips, and with a thought, he immediately left the seal in it to break the restriction.

Received the bronze mirror. Wang Lin did not set up this kind of pseudo inheritance on the other two magic weapons. At this moment, the sky was getting brighter outside. Wang Lin closed his eyes and meditated attentively.

The early sun enveloped the earth. After dispelling all the darkness bit by bit, Wang Lin opened his eyes, stood up, pushed the door open and walked out. The sun shines on the body, and a warm feeling immediately penetrates from the skin into the mind. The spiritual power between heaven and earth is so rich and permeating in this mysterious place that people can't help but feel refreshed.

A feeling of tranquility. Permeating his heart, Wang Lin moved slightly and walked forward. When he passed the exit, the young man under the rock was still meditating and absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

Until Wang Lin disappeared, the young man opened his eyes, with contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Which of those foreign monks who came here didn't meditate and breathe out all day long, absorbing as much spiritual energy as possible. This person's qualifications are ordinary, after all, hard work can make up for weakness, but this person gave up the most spiritual energy every morning It's really sad at this moment, I can tell that he will definitely not be able to conceive a baby in this life!"

The young man withdrew his gaze. He closed his eyes and breathed again, and the speed seemed to be a little faster than before, as if the spiritual power absorbed at this moment was snatched from others.

When Wang Lin came yesterday. I once saw some free shops in the west of the city, where there were many magic weapons and materials for repairing trades.

"There are very few monks above the Infant Transformation level in this city, so it is not the best place to sell them." Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then turned to look at the young man under the rock not far away, and walked towards him.

"This fellow Taoist, I wonder where in this city there is a place to exchange high-level magic weapons?" Wang Lin said with a gentle expression and cupped his fists.

The young man opened his eyelids. There was impatience in the contempt on his face, and he said in a cold voice: "Baohe Building in the East of the City!" After saying that, he stopped looking at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and turned around

The little Dan Jie monk is still trying to exchange for a high-level magic weapon. I am afraid that this person is not even qualified to step into the threshold of the magic weapon! "The young man sneered.

Go out to the north of the city. Wang Lin walked slowly and slowly towards the east of the city. There were not many mortals in the east of the city, most of them were monks, and the shops here were also relatively grand. Carved railings and jade blocks stand on both sides.

Outside some shops, perhaps because of the customs here, there are actually huge spiritual stones as tall as a person. This spiritual stone has not been refined and still maintains its original shape. The spiritual energy inside it is extremely rich.

Wang Lin's eyes showed interest. The decorations outside the store clearly told everyone about the strength of this store.

It is impossible for ordinary monks to dig out such spiritual stones from their spiritual veins.

The size of the spirit stone is also related to the store. Outside some stores, the spirit stone is even about two feet high, like a hill. When people look at it, they feel a sense of majesty.

There was even a shop where the spiritual stone outside was of top quality. This discovery immediately made Wang Lin interested in this shop.

He took a closer look at the shop. It was not big, with only two floors. Although it did not look majestic, it was extremely elegant. On the plaque, there were several large characters "Qingzhu Pavilion" written with flying dragons and phoenixes.

Wang Lin did not go in, but withdrew his gaze and walked forward. At the east end of the city, a huge natural attic stands. There are also spiritual stones outside this attic, but there are still eight, eight three-foot high-grade original spiritual stones, which seem to be arranged in a formation, revealing Deep spiritual power.

This pavilion seems to blend in with its surroundings, just take a quick look. It feels a bit ethereal. On it, a long spiritual stone is engraved with three large characters "Baohe Tower"

A coercion filled the air, and even inside the Baohe Building, there was a hidden layer of protection that prevented divine consciousness from penetrating inside. Wang Lin did not forcefully investigate. He was interested in this Baohe Building. Not much interest.

Wang Lin stepped in, but immediately frowned when he saw someone walking out of the Baohe Building. middle-aged man. This person blocked Wang Lin's path and looked him up and down. He said calmly: "Do you, fellow Taoist, not know the rules of my Baohe Building?"

"Oh? I don't know what the rules are." Wang Lin said calmly as usual.

The middle-aged man was quite surprised when he saw Wang Lin's calm expression. He had seen too many monks. Except for some old monsters with advanced cultivation, there were very few monks who could stand under the pressure of the Baohe Tower formation. Can be so calm.

"There are two things in my Baohe Tower that cannot enter and one cannot come out. Those whose cultivation is lower than Nascent Soul cannot enter. Those who do not have hundreds of thousands of high-grade spiritual stones cannot enter. Those who do not have gains from transactions cannot leave!"

Wang Lin frowned slightly.

As soon as the middle-aged man saw Wang Lin's expression, he understood and said, "Do you have one hundred thousand spirit stones, fellow Taoist?"

There are not many spiritual stones in Wang Lin's storage bag. After all, his cultivation has been based on fairy jade since he became a god.

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist does not comply with the rules of my Baohe Building and cannot enter. Even if you do go in. I am afraid that you will not be able to meet the conditions for coming out. Please come back."

"Can you take this treasure?" Wang Lin looked calmly, glanced at the man, patted the storage bag, and the refined flying sword immediately appeared.

The middle-aged man glanced at the flying sword, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes. He could tell at a glance that the flying sword was made with extremely inferior methods, and there was nothing surprising about it. Even the sword light on it was dim. He didn't even use his consciousness to check. It can be seen with the naked eye that this flying sword is extremely inferior, and is probably not even a low-grade magic weapon.

He has been responsible for verifying those who enter Baohe Building for many years, and he naturally has good eyesight. Moreover, in his opinion, there are too many low-level monks like the person in front of him who think they have a good magic weapon, and then get it to Baohe Building to trade. Wang Lin has been classified into this category by him.

This flying sword magic weapon must indeed have its own magical power, but the middle-aged man did not dare to be interested in this magical power. He smiled and shook his head and said: "If you don't accept it, please take it back!"

Wang Lin gave the middle-aged man a cold look, turned and left.

Before he left, his glance fell on the middle-aged man, which immediately made him feel as if he had been poured into cold water. His whole body suddenly trembled, and the other party's gaze was like ice that was frozen for thousands of years, which made his Nascent Soul stunned and almost collapsed.

Under great horror. The man stepped back a few steps, his face extremely pale, and he stared blankly at Wang Lin's retreating back. He was speechless, he felt vaguely in his heart. That flying sword seems a little different.

now. An old voice came from Baohe Building.

"Lu Feng. What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man quickly turned around and bowed, saying, "Mr. Sun, a monk just came here to sell magic weapons."

An old man walked out of Baohe Building. This man stood on his back and looked extremely old. His face was full of traces of time. His eyes did not have much sparkle. He looked at the middle-aged man and said flatly: "What? magic weapon?"