Wang Lin's expression was highly concentrated, his eyes were blinded, and he carefully controlled the ice flame to get closer, especially the micro-control of the spiritual power, so he could not have any fluctuations, and the low temperature of the ice flame should be kept as stable as possible.

At this moment, the cracks on the reactor suddenly increased, but before they could spread, they were immediately covered by ice flames and solidified.

In just a few breaths, Wang Lin was already sweating. He took a risk. If the control was well controlled, it could help the reactor solidify. If there was a mistake, the reactor would intensify and break.

At this time, the reaction path is reinforced by the ice flame, and the fragmentation is eased. However, if the low temperature of the ice flame is not limited, it will inevitably have a fatal impact on the melting of the green casing in the furnace. Therefore, Wang Lin is more cautious at this time and does his best to limit the low temperature of the ice flame to the balance point where the furnace can solidify without affecting the melting of the green casing.

Slowly, the green cauldron melted slowly. During this period, Wang Lin did not dare to be careless. I don’t know how long it took, but the green cauldron finally melted completely and became a pool of dark green liquid, spreading in the reactor.

Wang Lin exhaled, made a gesture with his right hand, and a light of inspiration was emitted, which was printed on the reactor. The furnace body suddenly shook and stopped rotating. Wang Lin grabbed the big hand and the green liquid in the furnace body floated out.

In this pool of liquid, there was a vague small tripod, looming. Wang Lin knew that this must be the tripod spirit of the Poison King Tripod. Without saying a word, he summoned his right hand from the air, and the sword spirit floating in the air immediately flew out and fused into the green liquid.

At this moment, the Ding Ling immediately moved and merged into it. Wang Lin's eyes were solemn. These two different spirit bodies did not attack and devour each other as Wang Lin guessed. Instead, after holding on for a little, the Ding Ling immediately turned into a burst of green spiritual energy and drilled into the flying sword spirit.

The two quickly merged together. At this point, Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief. He tapped his hands several times, and the liquid slowly solidified. According to Wang Lin's wishes, it turned into a small dark green sword six-inch long.

On both sides of the sword body, two rows of dense small thorns were born, with green light flashing on the sword thorns, which looked quite amazing.

At this time, the flying sword completely condensed, its whole body was dark green, and the toxins contained in it were even hidden in the poisonous king cauldron. If it was touched, even if it was not killed by this sword, it would definitely be poisoned and died.

At this time, even in the Nascent Soul stage, if he was attacked and stabbed by him, he would not be able to escape death. After all, the toxin contained in it is Meng Tuozi's poison king cauldron.

However, after re-concentration, Wang Lin did not dare to swallow it into his stomach and cultivate it with golden elixir. Even when using it, he should pay great attention. Otherwise, once he is stabbed, he will definitely be unable to escape death.

There is no antidote to the poison of this poison king cauldron, and no one can do it except Meng Tuozi.
Chapter completed!