After teleporting three times, the color of the flying sword has turned into light green. Whether it is emitted or the sound of the sword, it can be clearly seen that it is in an extremely weak state.

Not long after, the flying sword that had not been teleporting was forced backwards by two golden lights. Wang Lin's eyes condensed and opened his mouth and sprayed out a breath of spiritual energy. The flying sword could not dodge and was immediately wrapped in spiritual energy. The two golden lights hovered outside the spiritual energy like two dragons. Once he found that the flying sword wanted to rush out, he immediately approached, and the flying sword that was forced could not escape.

As time passed, the flying sword struggled not only did not ease, but became more and more intense. The spiritual energy that wrapped it slowly dissipated. Wang Lin gritted his teeth and spit out a mouthful of spiritual energy again, pinched the magic tricks with his hands, and continued to sacrifice and refine.

A night passed quietly, and the flying sword finally showed a trace of smoothness. Wang Lin's face was pale. During that night, he had already spitted out dozens of breaths of spiritual energy.

Even his cultivation level at the fifteenth level of the Qi Condensation Stage and the help of spiritual energy and liquid, he felt exhausted both physically and mentally and barely maintained.

The morning sunlight floated in along the window, and Wang Lin's sacrifice and refining continued. The flying sword no longer struggled, and stopped slowly in the air. A trace of spiritual energy with Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness slowly penetrated into the flying sword.

At this moment, Wang Lin suddenly looked moved, and not long after, the knock on the door sounded, and Zhang Hu's voice came from outside.

"Wang Lin, do you want to go to the Tengjiacheng utensil store with me?"

Wang Lin took a deep breath and said loudly: "Zhang Hu, I am practicing qigong at a critical moment, you can go by yourself."

Zhang Hu stood outside the door, stunned, pondered for a moment, stopped talking, but sat cross-legged outside Wang Lin's room.

Wang Lin ignored Zhang Hu and continued to sacrifice and refine. Time passed by little by little, and night fell again. He had already drunk the liquid of the three gourd spiritual weapon, but the flying sword was still not finished.

In desperation, Wang Lin had no choice but to ask Situ Nan for advice.

"Boy, do you know how to find me? Humph, I've been waiting. If you are willing to stay in seclusion for ten years and use a large amount of spiritual liquid, you may be able to be refined. What I am talking about is not Tian Ni Space, but in reality." Situ Nan said slowly.

"So long?" Wang Lin frowned.

"Of course, this is a pill treasure, and it is a super top-notch one. It should be a madman in the late stage of the pill. At the moment of forming a baby, he ignored his own safety and even failed to get a baby. He used the moment when he was forming a baby and fused with the world to make it. He was really a madman. I wanted to do this at the time, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't dare. You must know that it doesn't matter if the baby failed, but during this period, it is the most dangerous. A mistake will cause his own spiritual sense to collapse and he will die without a place to die.

Then Bai Zhan must have been helped by the maker of the flying sword at that time, and then he sacrificed and refined his own things. If my body was still there, he could naturally be sacrificed and refined easily. Now, I can't do anything...but..." Situ Nan said slowly.

Wang Lin has now figured out Situ Nan's temper and knew that this old guy likes to make people's appetites. He is not in a hurry and is waiting for the other party's next article.

After a while, Situ Nan sighed and muttered, "Forget it, let me tell you, it's too time-consuming to use the normal sacrificial method of this thing. I'll teach you a method called the Blood Refining technique. The advantage is that you can take the flying sword into your own thing at once. The disadvantage is that once the flying sword is damaged, you will also be involved. This kind of sacrificial method is several times more serious than other sacrificial methods."

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and said, "Tell me, how to use this blood refining method."

Situ Nan was about to cheer Wang Lin up, but when he thought that this kid must have ignored him, he simply said the method, but finally made a request.

"I haven't touched women for many years. You have to make me happy no matter what you say, even if you look at it!"

Wang Lin did not comment. According to Situ Nan's method, he pinched the strange magic formula with his hands, bite the tip of his tongue, and spit out a mouthful of blood mist containing spiritual power. When the magic formula with his right hand was changed, he immediately drew a strange symbol from the air.

As soon as the symbol was drawn, it immediately penetrated into the blood mist. The blood mist rolled and contracted rapidly into the symbol. Gradually, the blood color on the symbol became thicker. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his left hand slapped in the air, and the blood symbol was immediately printed on the flying sword.

The flying sword trembled, and immediately a trace of white air appeared.

Wang Lin immediately spat out another mouthful of blood mist, his expression slightly weakened, but his eyes became more firm. With a second hand, a more strange symbol was drawn, and he fused the blood mist and hit the flying sword.

This process lasted for several hours until the early morning of the third day, a sword sound came from Wang Lin's room and then disappeared instantly. Zhang Hu sat cross-legged outside the room and stood up suddenly.

Wang Lin's door opened silently. Wang Lin smiled and was in a very happy mood. He said, "Thank you, Zhang Hu."

Zhang Hu looked at Wang Lin with a strange expression and said, "What kind of martial arts are you practicing? Why did I hear the sword ringing just now?"

Wang Lin opened his mouth and a small green sword flew out immediately, with a chilling chill. As soon as the sword was released, a bloody aura suddenly filled the surroundings.

Zhang Hu was stunned and said in a daze: "This... is this my master's flying sword? Have you made it? Huh, how could there be such a strong smell of blood?"

Wang Lin nodded, summoned his right hand, and the flying sword instantly returned to him and was swallowed by him. Wang Lin was also quite annoyed about the bloody aura. After the bloody aura was successful, Situ Nan slowly told him that all the magic weapons refined by bloody aura would emit a strong bloody aura, and as more people were killed in the future, the bloody aura would become stronger.

Zhang Hu looked at the flying sword blankly, took a deep breath after a long time, and said, "Wang Lin, I am convinced by you. With this flying sword, ordinary people can't hurt you easily. The focus of this flying sword is on teleportation. With the amount of spiritual power of its master, the teleportation distance will be different, but by surprise, it is definitely a weapon for killing."

The two chatted for a few more times, and Zhang Hu stood up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he told Wang Lin that three days later would be the day of the month trade fair, so he asked him to prepare.

After Zhang Hu left, Wang Lin took out the scabbard from the storage bag. Even Situ Nan was surprised by the scabbard. I don’t know what kind of magic weapon it is.

Wang Lin had thought that the sword sheath and the flying sword should be one, but after practicing the flying sword, he looked carefully and found that the difference between the two was found.
Chapter completed!