Renegade Immortal

All the people in the land of strength outside the valley were absorbed by the people of the valley and became the He clan. As for the old man in gray, he had no choice but to accept this fact and could not even think of any resistance.

More people began to practice soul refining, and even the old man in gray was very interested in this art.

In view of the increasing number of tribesmen and the number of people captured when Ouyang Hua and others went out to attack other tribes, the number of men here has exceeded 500 so far, which can be said to be in a medium status among the nearby tribes.

With so many people gathered together, it seemed a bit dense both inside and outside the valley. In response, Wang Lin personally arranged a formation. This formation was based on restraint and combined the valley formation and the protective formation of Ten Miles Land.

The protective range of this array is about twenty miles, which solves the problem of insufficient space.

Every new tribe needs a tribal name. After Ouyang Hua asked about it many times, Wang Lin named it Lianhun.

The center of the soul-refining tribe with a radius of twenty miles was where the previous valley was. At this moment, everyone in the valley had moved out and lived outside. The entire valley was classified as a restricted area. Only Wang Lin was alone inside and outside, and no one was allowed to enter without being summoned.

In addition, there are people from the Soul Refining Clan guarding the entrance of the valley like bodyguards.

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

Wang Lin's rules have never changed. There are only three ways to obtain the formula for the next stage.

Everyone in the entire Soul Refining Tribe is seizing all the time to practice. Except for some people on patrol, there are hardly any people to be seen on weekdays. They are all meditating in their respective houses.

At this moment, the Soul Refining Tribe is no longer the same as any other tribe in the Demon Spirit Land. In comparison, it is more like a new cultivation sect.

Wang Lin's life was immersed in peace for the first time in a long time. He lived alone in the valley. Under his magical power, all the previous houses in the valley disappeared and turned into a place with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, like a fairyland.

In this fairyland, Wang Lin built a wooden house with his own hands. The wooden house was very simple, but it contained a great truth. If a monk saw this wooden house, he would immediately realize that the size of each piece of wood that makes up this wooden house may be different. But there is no difference in its weight.

This wooden house is where Wang Lin lives. He sat cross-legged in the wooden house and breathed quietly.

What he absorbed was not the immortal power but the demonic power here!

Time slowly passed and it was already winter in the blink of an eye. Winter in the Land of Demon Spirits was no different from the outside world. White snowflakes fell from the sky. Looking around, the whole world was filled with silver.

Wang Lin opened his eyes from meditating and walked out of the wooden house. Snowflakes fell from the sky. He quietly watched the snowflakes falling and his whole body was immersed in it.

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

It has almost been two years since he came to this land of demon spirits || As long as this winter passes, it will be two years.

He raised his right hand to catch a falling snowflake. The snowflake fell on the palm of his hand, and a hint of coldness came. Then the snowflake melted. At the same time, a slight trace of demonic power entered Wang Lin's body along the palm of his hand.

"Everything in the land of demon spirits contains demon power." Wang Lin took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes.

The snowflakes slowly fell on Wang Lin gradually. After a few hours, Wang Lin turned into a snowman.

He remained motionless, quietly absorbing the demonic power in the snowflakes. In the past two years, the demonic crystals in his body have been raised from the previous five to thirty-four!

The further you advance, the harder it will be. The power of the three-armored demon is equivalent to more than ten times that of Foundation Establishment. After forming the pill, it will also gradually increase in stages of ten times.

The fundamental reason why Wang Lin condensed his demonic power was precisely because this demonic power could be merged with his immortal power, thus increasing his immortal power.

If Wang Lin wants to reach the late stage of infant transformation, his current Immortal Jade reserves are still somewhat inadequate, even though they have the reserves of the previous hundred years. The amount of Immortal Jade needed to aspire to the top is even more unimaginable.

As a result, if you want to improve your cultivation, you must take another shortcut. Transformation with demon power is one of the methods that Wang Lin thought of.

With this method, Wang Lin could imagine that other people would naturally think that it would be a matter of who absorbed the most powerful demonic power.

In Wang Lin's opinion, this demonic power is a kind of other kind of fairy jade that can improve his cultivation level!

In the past two years, the soul-refining tribe has made leaps and bounds. As the need for the next level of formula increases, more and more tribesmen come out of the valley to experience each other. In addition, there are teams of tribesmen going out almost every month. Captured some small tribes,

While capturing a large number of prisoners, varying amounts of demon crystals were also retrieved.

It is worth mentioning that the formations that resist the entrance of the outside world have almost no effect on the aborigines of these demonic lands. The role of this formation seems to be to prevent outsiders from entering in addition to resisting the wave of demonic nights.

As time goes by, the population of the Soul Refining Tribe increases and the range of twenty miles seems to be insufficient.

As a result, it was necessary to expand the formation. Wang Lin spent three days researching and finally expanded the range of the formation by another twenty miles. In this way, the Soul Refining Tribe with a forty-mile range suddenly transformed into a nearby area tens of thousands of miles away. One of the powerful tribes!

The increase in clan members has led to more people practicing soul refining. Wang Lin knows that the souls in the soul flags need to be sacrificed many times to maximize their power.

It was inconvenient for him to teach these people this method of sacrifice, so he sacrificed the soul-honoring flag. Under his magical power, the flag immediately turned into a large black mist, covering the sky within a radius of forty miles.

As soon as the black mist appeared, everyone in the Soul Refining Tribe was startled and walked out of their respective houses. Some accomplished practitioners directly controlled the soul flags to wrap themselves up and fly up to see what was going on inside the black mist.

"The power of the soul can be enhanced by releasing the soul into the black mist several times a day!" Wang Lin's voice slowly echoed from the valley and echoed within forty miles.

The moment his voice came out, all the tribesmen within forty miles knelt on the ground without exception. The reverence in these people's eyes was extremely strong. The opposite side of the valley where they were kneeling was the valley where Wang Lin lived.

After this black mist appeared, black mist often shrouded the area within a radius of forty miles throughout the day. Countless human and beast souls roared and surged in the black mist.

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

In the soul refining tribe, all the people in Hui Fei are practicing soul refining, and some cannot practice it at all. They can only go out as hunters to hunt and provide food.

Thirteen is one of the hunters.

He has never said a word since his cultivation was abolished. He is like a mute. There is no agility in his body, and it seems to be just a body.

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

He was unwilling to accept that there were many people in the clan who had reached the fourth stage of cultivation. There were also many who had passed the tenth pole of the Soul Banner, and there were even a few talented and intelligent people who had completely replaced the thirteenth position back then and became the successor to Ouyang Hua. There are new strong men in the tribe.

All this hurt his heart all the time.

It is precisely because of this that when he goes out to hunt on weekdays, he often fights regardless of his life. He has almost died many times for a long time. If he had not been around to take care of him, he would have died long ago.

Some of the companions who took care of him knew Shisan's status in the tribe back then. Now seeing him like this, they could only sigh inwardly.

The Sun King Lin was in the valley, staring intently at a piece of wood in his hand. The wood turned black and emitted bursts of light.

This wood was when a tribesman attacked a small tribe. No demon crystal was found, but the wood was found in the place where the tribe's people worshiped, so they took it back and presented it to Wang Lin.

While he was checking, Wang Lin suddenly raised his head and looked outside the valley. For a moment, he heard Ouyang Hua's old voice coming from outside the valley.

"Junior, I have something to ask you to see Ancestor!" The title "Ancestor" naturally spread from everyone's mouth. Wang Lin did not refuse and silently acquiesced.

"Come in!" Wang Lin lowered his head and looked at the wood in his hand.

Ouyang Hua's figure flashed in from outside the valley. He was holding a person in his hands. This person was covered in blood and his face was pale.

Ouyang Hua quickly came to Wang Lin's side. Ouyang Hua knelt on the ground and put the person on his hands aside and whispered: "Ancestor Thirteen encountered a rare demonized beast while hunting. I noticed it and rushed there immediately, but it was still too late." All creatures in the land of demon spirits will become demonized if they accumulate too much demon power in their bodies. Once demonized, their 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. Now he doesn't look like a young man, but like an old man.

"Stay back!" Wang Lin said in a deep voice.

Ouyang Hua stood up and respectfully excused himself.

After walking out of the valley, he sighed secretly, looked back at the valley, and said in his heart: "Thirteen, it depends on your fate." Wang Lin looked at Thirteen and pondered.