Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

While he was secretly calculating in his mind, old man Kuzhu saw that the other party was putting away his magic weapon, and he immediately put the Qingfeng talisman into his sleeve.

The three of them descended from the clouds again and returned to the wooden palace to discuss matters.

During this negotiation, the island owner became more polite.

He immediately sent the Silver-Bearded Elder, who was in the late Jindan stage, to bring the secret treasure to summon Wu Feng, and then he started chatting and greeting Wang Lin and the other two, with many tentative words in his words.

After all, there are only a dozen or so cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage in Dajin.

The humanoid puppet in front of him did not match any of the known cultivators, which made him secretly suspicious.

The humanoid puppet sat quietly at the side of the hall like a clay sculpture, with a stagnant aura around it.

Wang Lin responded with a smile, turning all the wit in the island owner's words into laughter, without revealing his background.

Old man Kuzhu shook his head helplessly and had to give up.

About half an incense stick later, the elder brought the black jade treasure box into the hall and placed it respectfully on the table.

The island master's eyes wandered over the two of them for a moment, and with a flick of his wide sleeves, the jade box was already hanging in front of Wang Lin.

He had long seen that this man had profound cultivation, but was like a puppet, unconcerned with worldly affairs, so he went straight to deal with Wang Lin.

When the box was opened, red clouds swirled, filling the room with light.

Wang Lin squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

As the sun set in the west, two stunning rainbows rose into the sky from the island and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds in an instant.

Now that the puppet is ready, the most urgent task is to refine the Three Flame Treasure Fan.

If the refining is successful, this will be the second imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao in his hands.

Wang Lin now possesses a powerful body that can rival that of a late Nascent Soul cultivator.

Four Nascent Soul ghosts.

He also possessed a spiritual consciousness that rivaled that of a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, and two imitations of the Universal Magical Treasures.

I think our chances of success will be better this time when we step into Kunwu Mountain, and we can obtain more treasures.

To refine this fan, one needs to forge spiritual materials with the true fire of heaven, earth and man.

When looking for underground fire, one should look for wild fire veins that are not controlled by any sect. There are still several such ownerless veins in the barren land of the northern border of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Human fire can be stimulated by the Nascent Soul cultivator's innate infant fire.

Only the spiritual materials smelted by heavenly fire are the most difficult to obtain, and one must seek other opportunities.

According to the Jade Ring, heavenly fire is the essence of thunder and lightning. It is necessary to collect the free thunder and fire in the universe when thunder strikes across the sky in order to temper the spiritual embryo.

This process requires the right time. The Heavenly Thunder Seed that Wang Lin controlled in the past was refined from the essence of thunder and fire. Although the two have the same origin, they are made in different ways.

The former requires the fierceness of thunder and lightning, while the latter requires the softness of thunder and fire.

If all opportunities are met, all spiritual materials can be smelted in about half a year.

For him, imitating the Three-Flame Fan was just a way to kill some time.

Thinking about the appointment with the old man surnamed Fu from Jiuyou Sect in southern Xinjiang, the time is imminent.

Although he did not care much about this scheming alliance, the Silver Snake Mountain in southern Xinjiang was gushing with lava all year round. It was the famous fire spirit vein of the Great Jin Dynasty and had always been a holy place for cultivators to temper their weapons.

This place can be used to smelt the spiritual embryo and fulfill the contract at the same time, which is killing two birds with one stone.

Deep in his heart, he still had some curiosity about the elder Jiuyou with whom he had made a solemn appointment.

Although we have taken a crucial step, there are still thorns ahead.

Not only did he need to obtain the spell-breaking method from the Yinluo Sect, but he also needed to take back his twin swords from the ancient devil's clutches, and he also wanted to collect Geng Jing to rebuild the sword formation. All of these were not easy tasks.

After sorting out all his thoughts, Wang Lin finally set the rules.

However, before setting off, there are still two important things to do.

But I saw a green light breaking through the sky, and in a flash it reached the Red Scale Mountains in the western corner of the island.

He chose a shady valley to release the Tianji Palace, waved his hand to set up three layers of restrictions to conceal his aura, and went straight into the depths of the underground palace.

He first spent five days refining the soul-transforming talisman obtained from the Tianfu Sect into his body, then sat cross-legged on a jade platform, took off a spirit beast bag embroidered with cloud patterns from his waist and threw it into the air.

As white mist gushed out of the bag, a yellow-scaled monster about ten feet long fell onto the jade brick.

It was the earth dragon that had been imprisoned for several years.

This beast looks like an armored mountain beast, with five-colored forbidden patterns wrapped around its body, and seven gilded soul-calming nails nailed into the vital parts of its limbs. It lies on the ground like a stone.

In an instant, the blue flame rose from the palm of his hand and wrapped the Ice Soul Bottle in it.

The cork fell off with a sound, and a mysterious cold air gushed out, and frost patterns instantly formed on the walls of the secret room.

Even though the Earth Armor Dragon was wearing black armor, its scales were shaking due to the cold air, and panic flashed in its eyes.

Wang Lin flicked his finger and a drop of mercury-like ice soul marrow fluid jumped out of the bottle.

When this object encounters wind, it condenses into cold stars, scattering tiny crystals while spinning in the air.

The nostrils of the earth dragon flared, and it let out intermittent low growls from its throat, while its claws involuntarily scratched the blue bricks on the ground.

"Now that you know this thing, it saves you the trouble. If you are willing to accept the forbidden magic, I will give you two drops to help you overcome the calamity."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Lin put away the jade bottle with his palm, and clenched his left hand, and the blue flame condensed into a three-foot-long green blade: "If you hesitate any longer..."

Wherever the sword pointed, the evil spirit dissipated.

The Earth Armor Dragon was quite intelligent, so it naturally understood what Wang Lin said.

The forbidden patterns on its body suddenly lit up, and the beast's head drooped and whimpered.

When the tip of the sword was three inches away from his forehead, he finally slapped the ground with his front paws, and his natal soul pattern appeared on his forehead.

Obviously, under the threat to his life, the earth dragon accepted his fate.

Seven days later, the Tianji Palace turned into a mustard seed and hid in his sleeve.

The escaping light cut through the sea and sky, and the outline of land was visible after more than a month.

The trip to southern Xinjiang cannot be delayed.

On the way, it occasionally stopped at the top of the clouds, and the fire spirit forged the auxiliary materials of the Three-Flame Fan.

However, the sky is clear and thunder is hard to find, so we have to wait for the rainy season in southern Xinjiang.

The moon waxed and waned four times, and finally arrived at a place where poisonous miasma was rampant.

The sixteen tribes in southern Xinjiang are separatist, and although there is no major sect in charge, they still make the ten major sects wary.

The monks here are good at exorcising poisons and have inherited ancient witchcraft spells.

There was once an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage who coveted the resources, but he turned into a pool of blood and dried bones the next day.

The poisonous clouds on the top of Shuangxie Mountain never dissipate all year round, and every time the Jingzhe season comes, groups of iron-tailed scorpions break out of the ground.

At this moment, hundreds of cultivators gathered at the foot of the mountain, most of them were young men in the Qi Refining Stage. Occasionally, a Foundation Establishment cultivator was seen wandering around with a worm bag hanging from his waist.

Wang Lin looked down from above, and the protective green light broke through the scarlet poisonous miasma.

Suddenly, screams were heard three miles to the southeast, accompanied by the sound of metal clashing and poisonous turtles breaking through the air.

"Double-tailed Scorpion King!"

Before he could finish his exclamation, he heard the sound of bones breaking.

Hearing the exclamation from afar, Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, and then a hint of blue light flashed in his eyes, and then his figure disappeared from the spot.

Suddenly, the sound of tearing cloth was heard in the miasma, and three figures staggered out.

The woman in the lead had her white clothes stained with blood. When her toes touched the ground, there was a sound of wind and thunder, and each step she took shortened the ground by more than thirty feet.

Wang Lin wanted to leave, but he stopped abruptly when he caught a glimpse of the yellow-robed female cultivator among them.

As her wide sleeves fluttered, the blue clouds were like waves, and the miasma within a radius of thirty feet was instantly cleared away.

Everyone was shocked to see the sky suddenly brighten, and stood there in shock. But then they saw a huge green hand emerge from Wang Lin's sleeve, and suddenly grabbed the poisonous fog behind him.

But the sound of metal clashing was heard, and a purple-tailed black scorpion was captured. The cold light of its tail hook was accompanied by poisonous mist.

"It has been seven years since we last met in Beijing, and Miss Wang has already entered the path of Taoism." Wang Lin's eyes swept across the Tianfu Sect's jade pendant on the yellow-shirted woman's waist, and his tone was indifferent.

The woman was startled at first, then when she saw the figure in the air clearly, she bowed hurriedly:

"Senior Wang! We parted hastily in Jianming Valley that day."

Before he finished speaking, the monks who were traveling with him had already knelt on the ground.

This person is the daughter of General Zhunan. I didn’t expect to meet her here.

This scene seemed to be recorded in the original book, but it was such a small supporting role that I couldn't remember it.

Wang Lin tapped the scorpion armor lightly and frowned, saying, "Why would a rich girl like General Zhunan need to go to such a dangerous place?"

The woman surnamed Wang blushed and said, "Although our clan has foundation-building pills, the spiritual roots of the younger generation are mixed."

Before he could finish his words, Wang Lin suddenly snapped his fingers and the giant Qing Gang palm shattered.

When the black scorpion fell to the ground, blood oozed from all seven of its orifices. It was actually killed by the shattering of its demon pill.

“This item can be exchanged for three foundation-building pills.” Before he finished speaking, the green light had already sunk into the depths of the miasma.

As the cultivators stared in astonishment, they could only see the remains of the black scorpion glowing with a faint light.

Thunder suddenly roared in the sky, and dark clouds surged like a dragon stirring the sea.

When the rain was pouring down, Wang Lin had already reached the top of the main peak.

An umbrella of blue sky hung overhead, and the rain curtain three feet in front of him turned into steam.

Seven or eight monks from Southern Xinjiang were forming a formation to avoid the rain when they suddenly saw a green light breaking through the sky.

Before he could open his mouth, he was blown hundreds of feet away by the strong wind.

The two foundation-building monks probed with their spiritual sense and their faces turned pale as gold paper, and they fled in panic with their flying weapons.

Wang Lin looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and saw silver snakes dancing wildly in the clouds. Suddenly, he bent his fingers and made a gesture, and a jade bottle on his waist began to emit lightning patterns, which was the perfect opportunity to collect the heavenly fire.

As thunderclouds loomed, seven different-colored flags flew out from Wang Lin’s sleeves and disappeared as they landed on the ground.

His figure soared up to a height of thirty feet, and he made the Tiangang Seal with his hands, and the Big Dipper formation diagram immediately appeared on the ground veins.

As soon as the dragon's roar was heard from the earth's veins, seven mysterious lights broke through the ground and became pillars, transforming into the hub of the Tiangang Big Dipper formation.

The moment the formation was formed, the thunder dragons in the sky seemed to be inspired and gathered into a vortex of thunder that hovered overhead.

Wang Lin flipped his palm and took out the Jade Bottle with Thunder Pattern. Two golden thunders that ward off evil spirits burst out from his palm, like golden snakes entwined around a pillar, and went straight through the bottom of the bottle.

In an instant, the golden spear at the mouth of the bottle pointed to the sky, attracting a silver dragon to break through the air and fall.

"receive!"

With a clear shout, silver lightning flew into the bottle along the spear.

The thunder patterns on the body of the Jade Purification Bottle gradually lit up, and the sound of wind and thunder could be heard faintly. This went on for nine rounds, and the four bottles were fully imbued with the power of heaven.

Just as he was collecting the fifth bottle, Wang Lin's brows suddenly furrowed.

Suddenly, a light of icy spirit escape appeared in the northwest sky. The person who came was wearing a moon-lit fairy skirt, and a cold mist was lingering around her body, as if she was walking on frost clouds. It was the secret "Ice Spirit Escape" of Beiming Island.

"Did you go to see Mr. Fu?"

The woman in palace dress stood in the air, with the Bei Ming Xuan Yu Ling on her waist glowing faintly, "I am Bai Yaoyi from Xiaoji Palace, and I have nothing to ask for your advice."

"Is he a disciple of Beiye Palace?"

A strange color flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. This Xiaoji Palace was one of the three hidden immortal gates in the far north. Its "Great Cold Ice Soul Art" was feared by the North Sea. I didn't expect to see it in the southern border.

The two were about to have a deep conversation when the thunder vortex in the dome suddenly changed.

The originally silver-white lightning suddenly glowed red, and the shadow of a fire lotus appeared in the depths of the clouds.

Bai Yaoyi was surprised when she saw this:
"Daoyou, be careful! This is the sky-burning thunderbolt created by the combination of thunder and fire!"

"I am Wang Lin, an overseas wanderer. I do have an appointment with Daoist Fu. I have heard of the great power of Beiye Fairy Palace in the North Sea."

Wang Lin bowed with his hands clasped in greeting, his eyes calm.

Bai Yaoyi's eyes flickered: "Daoyou, do you know the Three Saints of Biyou?"

Seeing the other party shaking his head, he smiled again and said, "You are such a hard-working person, and your temperament is similar to that of several elders in my palace."

After politely declining the request for help, Wang Lin collected the last bottle of heavenly thunder.

The woman in palace dress took out the Nine-bend Ice Umbrella, took out the Ice Soul Black Jade and placed it on her knees. In an instant, three feet of frost condensed around her body.

Wang Lin caught a glimpse of the dark blue marrow fluid oozing from the core of the ten thousand year old ice jade, and his heart trembled slightly - this thing was the companion jade of the "Xuanming Cold Marrow", the most precious treasure of Xiaoji Palace.

The mountain wind wrapped in thunder swept through the magic circle, and Wang Lin secretly pressed his fingers to a black jade bottle on his waist.

The three drops of cold marrow sealed in the bottle were exactly the opportunity that was snatched from the Ice Sea Demon Cultivator that year.

If this girl knew about this, I'm afraid a Nascent Soul War would break out in an instant.

For three days, the miasma gathered and dispersed repeatedly, until at dawn on the fourth day, when a muffled thunder-like laughter was suddenly heard from the west.

But a hundred feet away, poisonous miasma was surging, and a giant man as big as an iron tower, sitting astride a black-armored turtle dragon, broke through the fog.

This man's face was as black as iron, his neck was covered with scaly patterns, and the golden book in his arms was actually made of dragon skin.

"Hahaha! I'm late. Thank you all for waiting for me!"

The sound was like a loud bell that shook the rocks, but the giant held the golden book and recited obscure scriptures.

Wang Lin’s spiritual sense swept across the other party’s Dantian, and he was shocked to find that his Nascent Soul was actually wrapped in a layer of bloody evil spirit - it was clearly a giant of the demonic path disguised as a physical cultivator.

Bai Yaoyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the light from the ice umbrella suddenly became three points brighter.

A sky thunder ball quietly appeared between Wang Lin's fingers, and his face remained in a state of meditation.

The three people's energies intertwined invisibly, and the oppression before the rainstorm filled the top of the mountain.

Since the big man arrived, no other monks came for a short period of time. The three of them were busy with their own things and did not take the initiative to talk.

Nearly half a month later, the miasma gradually receded, and the escaping light reappeared in the sky. Two startling rainbows flew towards the mountain like silk threads.

The light of escape circled and landed between the three people, revealing a man and a woman.

The man was an old man surnamed Fu from the Jiuyou Sect, and the woman was a beautiful woman in black with thick eyebrows and a cold face.

When the old man surnamed Fu saw that Wang Lin and the other three had arrived as scheduled, he was delighted and said, "It is a great honor for me that all three of you are here."

The beautiful woman in black remained silent.

The big man sneered:
"If what Brother Fu said is boring, I will leave immediately. Now is the critical period of breaking through the bottleneck, and there is no time to waste time on trivial matters."

"Brother Yuan, rest assured. You have already met fellow Taoists Wang and Bai. How could you doubt that Fu is lying? Let me introduce them to you first."

"This is my junior sister Chang Zhifang, the elder of the inner hall of Jiuyou Sect."

"Brother Yuan is a landlord who comes from the Southern Border Poison Saint Sect. I hope you can help me this time. This fellow Daoist Wang is an overseas cultivator with extraordinary magical powers. As for fellow Daoist Bai..."

The old man surnamed Fu introduced everyone one by one, his eyes sweeping over Wang Lin and others.

Hearing the old man surnamed Fu praising Wang Lin's amazing magical powers, the big man and Bai Yaoyi were both surprised and looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was slightly startled when he heard this, then frowned and said:
"You are too kind, my fellow Taoist. My cultivation is mediocre, so I don't know where the saying of 'amazing supernatural powers' comes from."

Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was secretly alert in his heart.

At this moment, Bai Yaoyi also spoke:

"Friend Fu, you invited us here several years ago. Isn't it time to tell us some details?"

"If it weren't for the favor I received from you in the past, I wouldn't have come all the way here."

"Of course I should. But this matter is of great importance. It is better to set up the restrictions first, and then explain it to you in detail."

The old man surnamed Fu agreed immediately, then he stretched out his hands towards the empty space around him, and more than ten dark green flames shot out.

With a few "bangs", the ghost fire exploded and turned into green mist, disappearing in an instant.

Wang Lin scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense and indeed found a faint restriction fluctuation in the nearby space.

Although he was not sure about the specific nature of this restriction, he was shocked to see the other party perform it so easily, and he could not help but look at the old man surnamed Fu differently. (End of this chapter)