Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 160: The natal magic weapon, Xutian Palace!

【Snake】

[Cultivation: Early stage of Nascent Soul]

[Spiritual Root: Ice Spiritual Root]

[Constitution: Ice Marrow Body ([Yin] [Ice] skill practice speed and power increase fivefold)]

[Spells: Ice Cone, Ice Wall, Frozen Miles, Snake Shed, Ice Gravel]

[Magic Powers: Ice Flame, Ice Marrow and Cold Soul]

"what?"

As Wang Lin looked at Shexu's attribute column, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

After Shexu's cultivation broke through the early Nascent Soul stage, his physique also transformed from an ice soul body to an ice marrow body.

Its power has also evolved from three times to five times.

"Ice marrow body?"

Wang Lin touched his chin and had some impression of this physique.

In the original novel, Han Li’s third disciple Bai Guoer possesses a spiritual body - the ice marrow body.

He can even use the power of ice in his body to transform it into a great magical power called Ice Marrow and Cold Soul, whose power is unimaginable.

"Could it be related to taking a large amount of Snow Lotus Pills?"

Looking at the physical changes of Sheshen, Wang Lin muttered to himself.

According to Fang Yao, the Snow Lotus Pill can not only enhance the strength of monsters, but also enhance their intelligence.

However, he did not expect that after taking a large amount of Snow Lotus Pill, Shexi not only successfully broke through the Nascent Soul Stage, but even his physique underwent a transformation.

What a surprise.

"In this way, our trip to Xutian Palace has a 30% chance of success."

Wang Lin's eyes moved slightly and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Although Shexu had just made a breakthrough, he was after all at the real Nascent Soul stage.

He can definitely stand on equal footing with those old demons and enter the final Hanli Stage safely.

There are only five years left.

"Oh, that's right, magic weapon!"

Wang Lin's heart moved slightly, and his eyes quickly looked towards the medicine garden not far away.

Wang Lin waved his sleeves, and saw golden thunder bamboos flying out from the ground, turning into streams of light and being absorbed into the storage bag.

Ten golden thunder bamboos were suspended in mid-air, emitting a light golden glow.

The golden thunder bamboo leaves that grew during this period were of extraordinary value, and Wang Lin had already collected them.

There are thousands of them.

To be precise, the value of the golden thunder bamboo leaves is even greater than that of the golden thunder bamboo itself.

It has two uses.

The first one is to refine a kind of divine thunder called the Golden Gang Demon-Destroying Thunder.

This divine thunder is extremely powerful in dealing with monsters. It is even more powerful than the divine thunder that wards off evil spirits. It is a powerful weapon for Mahayana cultivators to deal with extraterritorial demons.

The second function is to allow the spirit insect to devour it, which has a high probability of causing the spirit insect to mutate.

However, this is too extravagant. If the number of spirit leaves accumulated in the future is sufficient, some can be given to the gold-eating insects to devour.

Because the ancient temple was destroyed by the snake.

Therefore, Wang Lin had no choice but to sit cross-legged.

He set up several formations beneath his body.

Earth Fire Array, Mist Array, and Spirit Gathering Array.

As the light curtains of the formation fell beneath him, streams of light slowly rose up and completely enveloped Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked at the ten golden thunder bamboos lying flat in front of him, with golden light flowing on them.

Before refining the magic weapon, the golden thunder bamboo needs to be tempered and refined.

Compared with Han Li, he specialized in fire-related skills and had the help of fire spirits.

Tempering the Golden Thunder Bamboo can be said to be twice the result with half the effort.

You should know that in the original book, it took Han Li nearly a year just to refine six golden thunder bamboos.

The fire spirit flapped its wings and turned into a stream of purple-red light, sinking into the golden thunder bamboo.

"Crack!"

As the Purple Yang True Fire burned, the surface of the Golden Thunder Bamboo slowly melted, and then dewdrops of various colors oozed out of some parts.

These are all impurities accumulated during the growth of Golden Thunder Bamboo.

In just one day, all the impurities in the entire Golden Thunder Bamboo had been removed and it was refined into a fist-sized piece of emerald green thick liquid.

Wang Lin had a blank expression on his face. He slowly raised his hands. Ten thin spiritual threads flew out from his ten fingers and sank into the spiritual liquid.

As Wang Lin continued to pinch with his hands, the emerald green thick liquid quickly deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

While Wang Lin was concentrating on refining the Qiankun Bow, the Fire Spirit transformed into a purple-red shadow and sank into the black dragon tendon beside him.

The light black dragon tendons, under the burning of the red-purple flames, gradually seeped out dark impurities.

The dragon tendons, like long snakes, were slowly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, only half a person's length was left.

……

Time flies, time flies.

A full month passed.

The originally black dragon tendons were glowing with a light red glow, dazzling and brilliant.

The green spiritual liquid on the other side has already condensed into the shape of the Qiankun Bow.

Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes, exhaled lightly, looked at the materials in front of him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"call out!"

With a crisp sound of breaking through the air, the vermilion dragon tendons quickly wrapped around the Qiankun bow.

The two are perfectly integrated.

The emerald green bow had dragon-like divine thunderbolts jumping across it from time to time.

The vermilion bowstring trembled slightly, and faintly bursts of dragon roars could be heard.

Although the eighth-level dragon tendon cannot compare to the golden thunder bamboo bow body, it can be regarded as a better bowstring material in the world.

Wang Lin was not worried about it, as the bowstring could be replaced at any time.

If there is a chance in the future, I will find the Golden Dragon King, kill him, draw out his dragon vein to make the bowstring, which will definitely increase the power of the Qiankun Bow by several percent.

Wang Lin looked at the Qiankun bow that had taken shape, bit his finger, and several drops of blood with a light golden glow flew out.

It dripped into the body of the Qiankun bow.

The originally emerald green bow body now flashed a faint red light.

Wang Lin pinched the magic formula with one hand and pointed at the earth and fire formation under him.

"Time la la!"

Wisps of orange-red flames condensed from the formation, wrapped around the Qiankun Bow, and continued to grow.

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Lin looked at the remaining nine golden thunder bamboos.

The fire spirit flapped its wings, transformed into a stream of purple-red light, and pounced onto the second golden thunder bamboo.

……

Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes, and a glowing brocade handkerchief was spread out in front of him, looking quite magical.

"It finally begins."

Wang Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, shook his wrist, and a jade talisman for transmitting sound appeared in his hand. He recited a few words silently.

"call out!"

Following a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the sound transmission jade talisman turned into a white stream of light and fled towards Xin Ruyin's cave.

After doing all this, a faint blue light flashed in Wang Lin’s eyes, and Xuan Gu appeared beside him.

Wang Lin glanced at Xuan Gu and said calmly:
"The Xutian Palace is open, you go first."

Seeing this, Xuan Gu nodded and slammed his right fist on his chest.

With a "puff", a small piece of white bone flew out of the body.

Then a ball of light flew out from it. Xuan Gu spread out the ball of light, and what appeared in front of him was a slightly yellowed incomplete picture of the virtual sky.

"Master, I'll go first!" Xuan Gu held the incomplete map of Xutian, nodded towards Wang Lin, then turned into a stream of white light and disappeared on the spot.

Looking at Xuan Gu's departing figure, Wang Lin slowly stood up and came to the medicine garden alone.

Carefully transplant the dragon scale fruit tree, Yuan Yang fruit and Tian Lei bamboo into a special brocade box.

After coming out of Xutian Palace, this place no longer feels safe.

Wang Lin muttered to himself, looking at the incomplete map of the sky in his hand.

There was a golden lightsaber pattern on the brocade handkerchief.

The tip of the sword pointed to the northwest, and a thin red line extended from the tip of the sword to the edge of the brocade handkerchief, emitting a faint fluorescence.

Following the direction indicated by the Xutian Cantu, he piloted the Baiyun Shuttle and flew towards the distance.

After flying a hundred miles away from Tianxing City, Wang Lin summoned a mid-level magic weapon - Kuishui Thunder Cloud.

In an instant, the speed of escape increased greatly, and it turned into a pitch-black light and fled into the distance.

……

A month later.

An endless vast sea area suddenly became lively.

From time to time, monks would fly here, then fly into the sky with joy on their faces.

An ancient palace, about several hundred feet high and built entirely of beautiful jade, is suspended in the air thousands of feet high.

A thick layer of golden light completely enveloped the entire hall.

The cultivator who flew here, with the help of the incomplete map of the sky, instantly passed through the light shield and stepped into the palace.

At this moment, a pitch-black thundercloud came rushing from afar and hovered under the palace.

Looking at the Xutian Palace in mid-air, a smile appeared on Wang Lin's lips.

Riding the Kuishui thundercloud, he flew to the front of the golden light shield and immersed his spiritual power into the remaining map of the virtual sky.

"Buzz!"

As the buzzing sounds rang out, white spiritual light flew out from the Void Sky Remnant Map and completely enveloped Wang Lin.

He easily passed through the golden light shield and arrived in front of the magnificent Xutian Palace.

There was a vermilion plaque hanging above the palace, with three silver ancient characters on it - Xutian Palace.

These three words are so powerful that you cannot look directly at them.

Wang Lin looked at the deep entrance of the palace, his spiritual power immersed in the Kuishui Thundercloud under him, and fled towards the entrance in front.

It takes half a cup of tea.

An exit emitting a water-blue light appeared before his eyes.

A hint of joy flashed in Wang Lin’s eyes, and the speed of the Kuishui Thunder Cloud under him increased greatly, and it went straight through the blue light.

What appeared before my eyes was a huge square hall.

The hall is three or four hundred feet in area and is extremely majestic and grand.

Even if there are thousands of people here, it won't be crowded.

In the middle of the hall, there are dozens of thick jade beads standing upright.

The jade pillars are finely carved, and each one is engraved with rare birds and animals, appearing lifelike.

Wang Lin was not polite and rode the Kuishui Thunder Cloud towards an empty stone pillar.

"Boom!"

Wherever the Kuishui thundercloud passes, the sky is covered with dark clouds and there is a sharp sound of thunder.

Such a scene made all the monks look up, their eyes filled with shock.

"Isn't this the flying magic weapon of the old monster Chihuo? Who is this person?"

"It is rumored that the old monster Chihuo was killed. Could it be true?"

……

Looking at Wang Lin standing on the Kuishui thundercloud, everyone looked at each other and saw a hint of shock in each other's eyes.

Wang Lin looked around and finally his eyes fell on the two people.

A man wearing a yellow robe, with an elegant and thin face.

His left hand was leisurely behind his back, and his right hand tightly grasped an old bamboo scroll. He shook his head from time to time, like a great Confucian and Taoist figure.

But Wang Lin knew that this person was a Yuanying cultivator from the Nanhe Island of the Demonic Path.

He is shrewd and meticulous, and his magic weapon, the Qingming Needle, has an unknown power.

The second Nascent Soul cultivator was Madam Wen.

She was wearing a plain white dress, her skin was as white as jade, and she looked like a piece of ice, which made people unconsciously step away from her.

Even though Wang Lin's entry into Xutian Palace made quite a commotion, he never turned around to look, appearing particularly aloof and deserted.

Speaking of Madam Wen, although she is a Nascent Soul cultivator, in Wang Lin's opinion, she is also a pitiful person.

Her husband is the Supreme Saint of the Six Paths, so logically they should be in harmony with each other like the Twin Saints of the Star Palace.

It’s a pity that Madam Wen is a person of temperament and can stand up for her sword maids, but her wife, the Six Paths Supreme Saint, is not like that.

In the original plot.

The two saints of Xinggong attacked the headquarters of Anti-Star Alliance and killed several righteous and evil monks in the Nascent Soul stage.

He used the self-destruction of the magnetic divine light in his body, dragging down the Six Paths Saints and Wan Sangu instantly, thus eliminating the future troubles for the Xing Palace.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint had good luck and survived by taking over Wan Tianming's body.

But although Liudao is a great cultivator, it is very likely that he can return to the later stage after taking over Wan Tianming's body.

But it is not possible for him to complete the tasks of taking over another's body, recuperating, advancing to the later stage, and refining a late Nascent Soul puppet in just a few decades while his physical body is destroyed and severely injured.

It is very likely that during this period he used his wife, Mrs. Wen, as a "power bank" through secret techniques.

Just as Wang Lin was contemplating, a flash of black light flashed in the eyes of Xuan Gu, who was sitting in the corner not far away.

Xuan Gu's voice immediately rang beside Wang Lin's ears:

"Master, Ji Yin is coming!"

Hearing Xuan Gu's reminder, Wang Lin couldn't help but look towards the entrance.

A middle-aged monk with a pale face and narrow eyes walked into the Xutian Palace with a gloomy face.

Ancestor Ji Yin glanced across the hall and finally his eyes fell on Wang Lin.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his cold pupils stared at Wang Lin.

At this time, seeing Jiyin coming, Qingyi Jushi put away the book and saluted: "Brother Wu, I didn't expect you to give up your family property on Jiyin Island and come here to try your luck!"

The dark look on the face of the Jiyin Patriarch flashed away, and then he smiled with a smile and bowed to Qingyi Layman:

"My apologies, I didn't expect Brother Qing from Nanhe Island and Madam Wen from Baibi Mountain to be here too."

Compared to the hypocritical flattery of the other two, Mrs. Wen was much more indifferent. She still lowered her head and wiped the sword in her hand.

"Brother Wu, did you know that Man Huzi is here too?"

Mr. Qing Yi's eyes moved slightly, he glanced at Patriarch Ji Yin and chuckled.

"Man Beard is coming too?"

Upon hearing this, Old Ancestor Ji Yin's expression immediately darkened.

"Man Huzi's life span is about to end. This time he came to Xutian Palace to find the longevity fruit and refine the elixir of immortality, hoping to live another fifty or sixty years."

There was a hint of self-mockery in Mr. Qing Yi's words.

Man Huzi's life span is coming to an end, and so is Qing Yi Jushi.
If he cannot get the opportunity here to break through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he will die within a hundred years.

Mrs. Wen had a blank expression on her face, said nothing, and remained silent.

The next two Nascent Soul cultivators seemed to have no mood for idle chat.

Without saying anything more, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

As time went by, five or six days passed.

There were more than a hundred monks who arrived at Xutian Palace.

In particular, the top of the jade pillar was already filled with monks.

"Huh! Huh!"

As two crisp sounds of breaking through the air were heard, a blue light flashed at the entrance.

Then two old men came out one after another.

The two men were dressed quite strangely. One was an old Taoist with white hair and a ruddy complexion.

Another was a dark and thin farmer who was dressed simply and had a miserable face.

(End of this chapter)