Dao Ling stood on the hill, looking at the space door that was gradually healing. He raised his hand and wanted to say something but couldn't open his mouth.
"What is the future?"
After a moment of silence, Dao Ling left for a long journey. He did not dare to promise anything to Peacock. The future world was destined to be accompanied by blood and bones. It was destined to be a blood-stained world. He might die on the road to war one day.
He didn't want to leave any worries behind. If one day he faced the moment of life and death, he was afraid that he would shrink from it.
Some things are destined to be done, even if it means breaking into pieces, Dao Ling will still do it.
Huozhou is very large, and as far as the eye can see is the land of red fire. The entire Huozhou is like a natural oven, very hot.
Dao Ling walked to the red desert on foot, his figure was a little lonely, and he gradually disappeared here, leaving behind a long silhouette that looked very small.
The next day.
The sun was scorching, and a shadow appeared on the horizon. The young man let out a long sigh, flew to a high mountain, and adjusted his mentality.
A small fiery red tower appeared in his hand, and Dao Ling wrinkled. What is the connection between the two?
"Could it be that the small pagoda is one piece and was originally two stories high?" Dao Ling touched his chin. He was a little confused as to who placed the small pagoda in the Spiritual Tower and how did he obtain this candle dragon?
After thinking for a while, Dao Ling smiled bitterly: "That's all, let's talk about this later. Let's go to the Alchemy Valley first. The Alchemy Conference will probably be held in a month."
He acted alone in the desert, occasionally capturing some monsters and asking for directions. He did not choose to go to the nearby city to find a void formation to cross, and he studied the method of alchemy while walking.
The bronze alchemy furnace that Dao Ling obtained on the ninth floor of the Ziggurat in the past was even more extraordinary. There were many scenes of alchemy saints refining alchemy on the cauldron wall, and the traces became clearer and clearer.
"This alchemy furnace must have been used by ancient figures to make alchemy." Dao Ling clenched his fist, stood up, and walked away.
This journey lasted for half a month, during which Daoling continued to refine some elixirs, and obtained hundreds of elixirs from Zhulong, which was enough for him to squander.
After half a month of hard training, Dao Ling's powerful Yuan Shen was now unbearable. However, his success in refining fourth-grade elixirs has improved a lot, and it's time to try fifth-grade elixirs.
"I, it's time to refine this Cave Heaven Pill!"
Dao Ling stared at an elixir in the Ancient Alchemy Book and introduced it. He had tried this Cave Heaven elixir a long time ago, but unfortunately he never improved his alchemy skills, so he gave it up.
Now he has not yet perfected the Qi creation realm, and it still requires a lot of energy, and this Dongtian Pill is the best treasure pill!
This elixir is a fifth-grade elixir, best used in the realm of reincarnation. However, Daoling's Nine Apertures are so terrifying that they can completely withstand the power of the elixir. It is very possible to break through in one fell swoop with the help of this elixir.
"We still lack a Spirit-Building Grass. Although this thing is rare, we should be able to find it in the Pill Valley. Let's talk about it when we get to the Pill Valley."
Dao Ling put away all the miscellaneous things, and his eyes fell on the alchemy furnace. There was a dazzling cloud blooming inside, and anyone who was so bright could not open their eyes.
What is inside is the liquid after melting the psychic jade. Dao Ling has been refining it for half a month before refining this piece of psychic jade into liquid.
"It's begun!" Dao Ling's eyes flashed with excitement. The power of the broken sword is no longer enough for him. He happens to have a fifth blade on his body. Once it is connected, the power will skyrocket to one.
Levels of horror.
Just when he was about to prepare, Dao Ling asked him to divide the spiritual fluid into half, and this half was for the Jidao to recover.
Although Broken Sword only got a small half, it was still larger than the three pieces of psychic jade that Dao Ling got last time.
Dao Ling took out the fifth sword blade, which weighed tens of thousands of kilograms. He still couldn't figure out what the broken sword was made of.
Threads of fiery red liquid contained a wave of body shape, and the spiritual energy exploded, like a river of spiritual energy, all of which spurted towards the Broken Sword at this moment.
The broken sword was wrapped in fiery red energy. The broken sword burst out with terrifying devouring force, frantically absorbing the energy of the spiritual liquid.
As time passed, waves of terrifying fluctuations still surged inside the broken sword, like a dry sword river coming to life, which made Dao Ling's heart tremble.
"If the power of Broken Sword is restored to the level of complete victory, I wonder how powerful it will be?"
With a buzzing sound, the five-jointed broken sword exploded into the sky with a sword roar, cracking the heaven and earth, and the entire ancient cave collapsed. A thick sword light shot high into the sky, breaking apart the clouds in ten directions.
This broken sword was buzzing, and the black divine light was like a black sun. The waves coming out were heart-wrenching, giving people a heavy pressure.
"open!"
Dao Ling was holding the broken sword, and he first felt that the sword was very heavy. His one arm shook violently, and a jet of black sword light spurted out, clattering, like a terrible river flowing across it.
Boom!
This sword light exploded out, crossing the ground for several miles, and a large mountain was cut off!
"Such a powerful power, it actually traveled for several miles!" Dao Ling was ecstatic. The power of this broken sword has surpassed that of the colorful treasure fan!
If you continue to use psychic jade to repair it, this broken sword will become stronger and stronger!
The mountain forest was completely in chaos, terrifying waves spewed out in all directions, and a golden shadow stood in it, oppressing the world.
"My dear, which peerless villain is here dancing with his sword? Three or four miles away, a sword light spurted out, almost splitting my cave!"
"Silence is a serious threat. Do not provoke him. Do not show your face."
Several ferocious beasts were communicating with each other on several sides of the forest. They were all numb and did not dare to comment. The young man's breath made them crawl and tremble under oppression.
"This broken sword is estimated to weigh 150,000 pounds!"
Dao Ling's feet landed on the ground, and he stared at the broken sword with great joy. Now that he had this broken sword to protect his body, he had a way to compete against some wizards who had mastered strange treasures.
"Jidao, it's your turn."
At this time, Dao Ling's eyes dimmed and he took out the broken Jidao Bell. The last time the Jidao Bell fought for Mo Taihe, it almost broke into pieces, which made Dao Ling extremely distressed.
A large ball of fiery red spiritual liquid was poured into it, and the simple and unpretentious bell wall of Jida gradually bloomed with wisps of brilliance, and this brilliance gradually increased.
Boom!
The Jidao Bell, which had been silent for more than half a month, finally woke up and began to ring on its own. Then its aura was not particularly strong, as if it was old.
Dao Ling frowned and said worriedly: "Jidao, what's going on? Is the energy of the psychic jade useless to you?"
"I was injured so badly that I was almost disabled, but the Yakuza is trying to survive in death and is about to be promoted."
A thought came from Jidao, which made Dao Ling ecstatic. He shouted: "What do you mean? We are going to break into the next level!"
The scene of the ancient weapon transforming into a magical weapon is so terrifying. It will definitely transform into a magical weapon, and it will definitely be recorded in ancient history!
"Yes, I am going to transform. The Jidao has been sacrificed by the Tao clan for countless years, and has been imprinted with many Dao marks. Now I feel that after resurrecting, I understand the truth of the weapon. The weapon is the same as the person, and both need
Reborn.”
Dao Ling was extremely surprised by the thoughts coming from the Jidao. If the Jidao really changed, then the Tao clan would give birth to a divine weapon that defies the heavens!
"But it's been a very long time. I feel like I'm going to sleep. I don't know when I will wake up..."
A ray of thought came out from the Jidao, and it became completely silent. Even the spiritual intelligence was sealed, and it entered a slow transformation.
Fellow Taoists, please give me a red ticket. I received two this month, and I voted for it myself....