During these three months, both sides fought many times, but whenever the monks on both sides saw Wang Lin, they would immediately stop and make way for one way. After Wang Lin walked past, the two sides would continue to fight.

After Wang Lin worshipped his parents, his mind was no longer in chaos. He found a cliff, dug a cave, sat cross-legged in the cave, and began to ponder.

First of all, there is the spiritual power in the body. Although the spiritual power in the past also had the ability to freeze, it was far less powerful than the ones that the spiritual power showed during these days. Wang Lin was extremely puzzled by this. Even Situ Nan could not find the answer.

From this we can see that the three realms of Ji, Tao and Shi have disappeared in the sixth level of cultivation.

The sudden increase in spiritual power made Wang Lin feel more confident. He felt the spiritual power in his body and suddenly felt a strange feeling of wanting. It seemed that there was something more spiritual power in his body.

It seems that this spiritual power contains some magical substance. It is precisely because of the existence of this substance that the power of spiritual power suddenly becomes popular.

I didn't find it before because this substance contains very little spiritual power, but now, the content suddenly increases.

As soon as this thought arose, it immediately spread unstoppable. Wang Lin frowned slightly and looked inward. The spiritual power in his body was flowing through the meridians of the whole body with the Dantian as the starting point, and then returned to the Dantian, and it continued in this way.

As he looked, Wang Lin gradually found some clues. The color of spiritual power had turned into dark blue, but this dark blue was not the true color of spiritual power, but consisted of countless dark blue filaments.

These dense thin silks are the reason for the mutation of spiritual power. Wang Lin waved his right hand and a stream of spiritual power radiated from the palm of his hand, forming a blue ice hockey the size of a fist in the air. Within it, there were countless dark blue thin silks.

After pondering for a little, Wang Lin grabbed it from the air, and a solemn look appeared on his face. Slowly, the ice hockey gradually shrank. Every time he shrank a little, a lot of sweat would appear on Wang Lin's forehead.

Just after shrinking by about one-third, some of the thin lines in the ice hockey collapsed immediately and disappeared. Then, there were many thin lines that seemed to be unable to withstand this compression and collapsed and disappeared one after another.

Wang Lin frowned and shot out another spiritual power, fused into the ice hockey, replenished the number of thin lines, and continued to refine it. As time passed, Wang Lin had already shot out several spiritual powers, which dissipated most of each time, and could only keep little.

But under this continuous spiritual power, gradually, the speed of the thin lines in the ice hockey dissipation could not keep up with the frequency when Wang Lin re-entered the spiritual power. Finally, after several hours, the refining was finally completed.

Although Wang Lin looked tired, his eyes were bright.

The ice hockey has shrunk to the size of rice grains, and its color is no longer dark blue, but has turned into cyan. The cyan rice grains have been completely occupied by thin filaments, and a trace of dangerous aura emanates from it.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he grabbed Mi Li from the air and jumped out of the cave. He paused in the air and flew directly to the closest dense forest. Standing outside the dense forest, he waved his right hand and Mi Li immediately flew out and hit a big tree.

At the same time, a faint green light flashed, but immediately, the tree turned into ice crystals, and a deep blue ripples suddenly appeared. Wang Lin's face changed and he quickly retreated without saying a word. In almost a blink of an eye, within a radius of three hundred feet, it became a blue world.

Within three hundred feet, whether it is trees, flowers, plants, insects, or even some small insects underground, it is all living substances, all at this moment, death.

Even Wang Lin himself was swept by the blue halo, his body suddenly stiffened, and a hint of chill came from the soles of his feet. Fortunately, the spiritual power in his body was of the same origin as it, and after slowly merging, he resumed his movements.

The face was gloomy and sunny. Wang Lin looked at the scene in front of him. He didn't know if he could be safe and sound if he was directly hit by the blue rice grains and was at the center of the blue ripples.

You should know that the blue rice grain was made by him after compressing his own spiritual power and refining the thin filaments inside it. If compared, it would probably be of the same level in quality.

"This green rice grain is the best magic weapon." Wang Lin murmured to himself.

After standing silently for a while, Wang Lin turned around and left, and returned to the cave, he shot out another spiritual power, which took a lot of time and finally got another blue rice grain.

Looking at the inconspicuous rice grains, Wang Lin took a deep breath and put them away cautiously. He felt a sense of weakness in his body. It was already a bit difficult to make one. Now, he has obviously insufficient spiritual power in his body.

Although the rice grains are powerful, they are too consuming spiritual power for making them. Wang Lin smiled bitterly and took a sip of Yin and Cold Dew, meditated to replenish spiritual power. Until the night approached, Wang Lin opened his eyes and the spiritual power in his body recovered.

His eyes flashed, and he exerted spiritual power again without saying a word, concentrating on his mind for sacrifice.

Three days later, three green rice grains floated in front of Wang Lin. He looked serious at this time. The three rice grains were already the limit. He had not tried to make the fourth one, but for some reason, every time the fourth one was refined, one of the previous three would disappear immediately. After experimenting a few times, Wang Lin gave up the plan to make the fourth one.

After these three days of observation, although the rice grain is powerful, it is still slightly insufficient for the Nascent Soul masters and cannot achieve satisfactory results.

If you can throw dozens of rice grains at the same time, you will naturally be sure to win. Unfortunately, Wang Lin can't make the fourth rice grain no matter what. After thinking for a long time, Wang Lin had an idea in his mind, which was to fuse several rice grains together. In this way, the power would probably double. More importantly, if it could be one with three, then it should be able to make it again.

Thinking of this, Wang Lin hesitated for a moment, put some simple defensive formations around him with gravel, and then used several defensive jade talismans obtained from other people's storage bags. After doing all this, he gritted his teeth hard, calmed his energy and controlled the two rice grains, and slowly moved closer to each other.

At this moment, Wang Lin's heart was raised in his throat. He had already made plans to escape immediately when the situation was not good. Slowly, the two rice grains finally met together.

At this moment, Wang Lin had an illusion that time seemed to be frozen, staying at the moment when two rice grains collided.

But then, the two rice grains were silently fused together without causing any turmoil. The appearance of the rice grains had no other changes except that they were slightly darker in color.

Wang Lin was stunned, pondered for a little, controlled another rice grain, and hit him.

Just at the moment of impact, a blue light flashed slightly, and Wang Lin's face changed instantly. Without saying a word, he used a teleportation. A blue light flashed and disappeared from the spot. The moment he disappeared, a blue halo followed, and within a radius of thousands of feet, it suddenly became a world of ice and snow.

A thousand feet away, Wang Lin appeared. Although he exceeded the halo distance, standing here, Wang Lin could still feel the chill from the soles of his feet into his body.

Looking at everything in front of him, Wang Lin was silent. Although the teleportation wasted once, Wang Lin thought it was worth it. It seemed that the fusion of two rice grains was the limit. If it was three, he would immediately explode.

It was obvious that the cave could not be returned. Wang Lin smiled bitterly, found another cliff, dug out a huge stone mansion again, and walked in.

After filling up all three rice grains for several days, Wang Lin was familiar with controlling them to fuse them. After fusing one, Wang Lin successfully refining the fourth rice grain. This also confirmed his previous guess that the three are the limit, but if they are fused into one, they can only be considered one.

The third rice grains fuse with the fourth rice grains. Finally, in Wang Lin's storage bag, he carefully placed three rice grains, two of which were darker in color.

After the rice grains were completely sorted out, more than a month had passed, and there was not much time left before the opening of the Cassin Valley seal.

Wang Lin sat cross-legged and breathed a little. After he opened his eyes, he opened his mouth and spit out a green light. The green sword buzzed and floated in front of Wang Lin. His body was filled with light. As if he was spiritual, Wang Lin stretched out his hand and the flying sword fell into his palm. He touched the sword body of the flying sword, which was icy and harsh.

The green small sword is his blood-refined object. The change in the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body also indirectly caused the flying sword to bring extremely attributes.

Just as he was about to use mutant spiritual power to refine the flying sword again, Wang Lin's expression suddenly moved, and his spiritual consciousness immediately noticed that outside the cave, there were about hundreds of sword lights flying from all directions, as if chasing one person.
Chapter completed!