Wuhun Lingzhu from Douluo

Chapter 230 The killing intent caused by the vision

Weekend let out a breath slowly, standing in front of many spirit bone altars.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he swung the cloth strip in his hand.

Ling Kong floated in front of him, the blank side.

Fingers across the palm of the hand, a bloodstain appeared.

On the weekend, he reached out and rotted on the blank side, and walked around with his feet in the direction of the dragon and snake, drawing a big ghostly symbol.

As if absorbed, the blood disappeared completely, and the cloth strip was still blank.

"go with!"

With a soft drink, Zhou Zhou flicked his left fingers upwards, and the cloth strip flew to hang in front of Zhou Zhou's head, about half a step away.

The hands are turned over, with various seals.

A faint blue light emanates from Zhou weekend's body, which is the fluctuation of mana.

Following the formation that had already been set up under the feet, it spread in all directions, connecting every skull altar.

"Crack clap clap!"

The subtle, crisp sound of bones resounded continuously, reverberating densely in the courtyard.

White rays of light suddenly appeared in these pieces of blue rays of light, and if you search for their source, you will find that they light up from the skulls one by one.

The sound also resounded from the skull, and these skulls trembled slightly, emitting these small and dense sounds.

If you observe carefully, you will find that these heads are actually changing shape.

They are slowly shrinking, but the white light is becoming more and more intense.

Until they became the size of a walnut, they suddenly stopped.

The whole yard fell silent. Seeing this scene on the weekend, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and the first step was successful.

Then start the second step.

With a change in his hand, the walnut-sized skulls flew up instantly.

The moment he flew away from the bone altar, it was as if the essence had been extracted, and he left with a touch of white light.

"Crack Kacha!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the bone altar without the skull collapsed directly, turning into white powder all over the place.

Skulls flew out one by one, and the first head flew to the top of the cloth strip in the air.

The hollow eyes radiated a slight light, and he opened his mouth with a bone chin like white jade, biting the very middle of the cloth strip.

A white light emanated from the chin and turned into two ribs.

The edges of the cloth strips are tightly attached to the ribs, leaving sharp bony spurs on both sides, and the long cloth strips are underneath, moving with the wind.

Then came the second skull, which slammed directly under the first one, smashing in just above the eyebrows.

"Bang! Crack~"

In this continuous sound, it rang 99 times before it stopped.

The rudimentary form of a bone-hundred ghost banner is complete!
If it is a normal refining method, it can be said that it has been practiced here.

However, this one over the weekend was completely different.

The close connection has not been broken, and the mysterious power penetrates deep into the body. On the weekend, I once again felt the feeling of awakening the martial soul back then.

The faint light burst out suddenly, and instantly merged into the white bones and hundreds of ghosts.

A similar phantom appeared and slowly merged into the Bone Hundred Ghost Banner.

The moment of fusion, an unimaginable reaction appeared in this courtyard.

It was originally a shadow area here, and it was crazily gathered Yin Qi.

The abundance of Yin Qi spread in this area like the mist in the morning.

The shocking sense of oppression slowly spread, gradually spreading to the entire mountain.

At this moment, he attracted the attention of almost all the people in Liulin Dao.

"What a strong sense of oppression. What is this? Has anyone broken into the mountain gate?" A young Taoist priest said with a look of horror.

"Fart, there are many powerful disciples in Liulin Dao, who else has this ability except those masters?" An older senior brother next to him scolded.

"However, what is this shocking feeling?"

At this time, there was an older uncle, feeling the oppression in a daze, and a trace of shock suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"No way? Is it the same as ten years ago? Someone successfully refined a magic weapon." The uncle suddenly exclaimed.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was so, but the scene in front of him made him feel a little strange.

"The oppressive feeling of the soul, coupled with this gloomy aura, completely matches the bones and bones banner, but this magic weapon is much weaker than other magic weapons before there is no yin general, so there shouldn't be such a big movement!"

"Could it be the Lost Soul Bell? But why isn't there that kind of bell that makes the soul go out of the body?"

If he couldn't figure it out, the uncle didn't want to think about it anymore, but ran towards the direction of that sense of oppression.

Except for him, in the entire mountain gate, all eyes were focused on the yard on the weekend.

Some people took action directly and ran over to watch.

After arriving, I saw a faint blue light covering the entire yard.

In the very center of that light, there is a white bone banner floating.

It was from this that the faint light and sense of oppression came from. Everyone looked down, and a young disciple appeared in his eyes.

"So young?"

Some people frowned slightly. They were so young that they didn't even learn all the techniques, but they actually refined magic weapons.

"But, he succeeded!"

Many people felt a bit of pain like a needle prick in their hearts, but he succeeded in one attempt.

Yes, they just took a look at the scene and decided the weekend was a success.

This deeply hurt their hearts.

As long as you are a Taoist priest with advanced cultivation, you will know the power and versatility of the magic weapon.

This is an excellent thing to protect the way, something for cultivating the way, which is what everyone dreams of.

As long as you have a little knowledge, who dares to say that you haven't tried it three or five times?
But how many can be successful?

There are only two people in the entire Liulin Dao who have the ability to refine, and they have refined more than one magic weapon.

As for the other pure luck, there are also four people.

They were lucky, after successfully refining it once, they never practiced it again.

That is to say, in the Liulin Road with more than 1000 people, only six people have successfully refined magic weapons in the past hundred years.

Only two people have this talent, and more than one has been refined.

Every time a magic weapon is refined, the shortest time is three to five years, and the longest time is ten years.

The two masters still need to practice, and it is impossible to refine every moment.

There are only eleven magic weapons in the entire Liulin Road, but there are more than eleven people who need them.

"I don't know if he is lucky or really has this talent?"

"It's best if you really have this talent. With it, there will be a third master. My refining appointment, which is scheduled for 40 years, should be more than ten years earlier!"

A middle-aged uncle said with a sad face.

This remark resonated with many uncles around, and they all restrained themselves from being scheduled for a refining appointment decades later.

Although I know in my heart that the young boy is most likely to be lucky, but it is still inevitable that this kind of thought will appear in my heart.

This made Elder Song, who was standing in the crowd, look a little stiff, staring at the weekend with cold eyes.

Unexpectedly, he could successfully refine a magic weapon.

With this magic weapon, he is raising his cultivation level to Daoist leader. Even a mage like me can't kill him easily.

Looking at the weekend under the light, a killing intent appeared in Elder Song's heart.

(End of this chapter)