Chapter 539 Expand

Everyone in the ten miles outside the valley was absorbed by the valley tribe and became the same tribe. As for the old man in gray, he had no choice but to accept this fact and could not even have the slightest idea of ​​resistance.

More people began to practice soul refining techniques, and even the old man in gray was very interested in this technique.

Given the more tribesmen there are, and the people captured by Ouyang Hua and others when they went out to attack other tribes, so far, there are more than 500 males here, which can be said to be in a middle position among the nearby tribes.

So many people gathered together, both inside and outside the valley, and it seemed a bit dense. In response, Wang Lin personally arranged a formation. This formation was based on the prohibition and integrated the valley formation and the protective formation of the ten miles.

The protection range of this array is about twenty miles in radius, which solves the problem of insufficient space.

Every new tribe needs to have a tribe's name. After Ouyang Hua asked about it many times, Wang Lin named it the Soul Refining.

The center of the Soul Refining Tribe, which is within a twenty-mile radius, is where the previous valley is located. At this moment, everyone in the valley has moved out and lived outside. The entire valley is marked as a forbidden area, with only Wang Lin alone inside and outsiders who are not allowed to enter without summoning.

In addition, at the entrance of the valley, there are soul refining tribe members guarding it, like guards.

This valley has become the spiritual symbol and peak of the highest power of the Soul Refining Tribe. Wang Lin, who lives within it, is respected and awe-in respected by everyone in the Soul Refining Tribe.

Wang Lin’s rules have never changed. If you want to obtain the next stage of the mantra, there are only those three methods.

Everyone in the entire soul refining tribe seizes all the time to practice. On weekdays, except for some patrolers, there is almost no one to see, and they all meditate and breathe in their respective houses.

The Soul Refining Tribe at this moment has nothing in common with any tribe in the Demon Spirit Land. In comparison, it is more like a new cultivation sect.

Wang Lin's life was immersed in peace for a long time. He lived alone in the valley. Under his supernatural powers, all the houses in the valley disappeared and became a place where birds sing and flowers scented, like a fairyland.

In this fairyland, Wang Lin built a wooden house with his own hands. This wooden house is very simple, but this simplicity contains a great way. If a monk sees this wooden house, he will immediately find that the size of each piece of wood that makes up the wooden house may be different, but its weight is no different.

This wooden house is where Wang Lin lives. He sat cross-legged in the wooden house and breathed quietly.

What he absorbed was not the immortal power, but the demon power here!

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, it was already winter. The winter in the Demon Spirit Land was no different from the outside world. White snowflakes fell from the sky. Looking around, the whole world was covered with silver.

Wang Lin opened his eyes from meditation and walked out of the wooden house. Snowflakes fell from the sky. He quietly watched the snowflakes falling, immersed in it.

After a while, Wang Lin looked up at the sky and murmured to himself: "It's been two years..."

It was almost two years since he came to this demonic land, and just after this winter, it would take two years to complete it.

He raised his right hand and caught a falling snowflake. The snowflake fell on his palm, and a trace of ice was passed on. Then, the snowflake melted, and at the same time, a slight demonic power entered his body along Wang Lin's palm.

"In the land of demon spirit, everything contains demonic power..." Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes.

The snowflakes slowly floated down and fell on Wang Lin, gradually increasing more and more. After a few hours, Wang Lin turned into a snowman.

He didn't move at all, quietly absorbing the demonic power in the snowflakes. In the past two years, the demon crystal in his body has been upgraded from the previous five armors to the thirty-four armors!

The further you go, the harder it will be to improve. The power of the three-Armor is equivalent to building a foundation, and more than ten times is to form a pill. After that, it will also gradually increase with ten times as a stage.

The fundamental reason why Wang Lin condensed demonic power is precisely because this demonic power can be integrated with the immortal power, so that the immortal power can be increased.

In order to reach the late stage of Infant Transformation, Wang Lin's current immortal jade has reserves of the previous hundred years, but it is still a bit barely enough. As for the immortal jade needed to win the prize, it is even more huge and unimaginable.

In this way, if you want to improve your cultivation, you must take another shortcut. This transformation with demonic power is one of the methods that Wang Lin thought of.

Wang Lin could think of this method, and others would naturally think of it. At present, it depends on who absorbs the powerful demon power.

In Wang Lin's view, this demonic power is an alternative immortal jade that can improve one's cultivation!

In two years, the soul refining tribe has made leaps again and again. With the need for the next level of mantra, more and more tribe members have walked out of the valley and gone out to practice. In addition, there are teams of tribes who go out almost every month, conquering some small tribes, capturing a large number of prisoners, and also recovering many different demon crystals.

It is worth mentioning that those formations that resist the invasion of the outside world have almost no effect on the indigenous peoples of these demon spirit lands. The role of this formation seems to be to prevent outsiders from entering besides resisting the waves of demon spirit night.

As time goes by, the population of the Soul Refining Tribe has increased, and the 20-mile range seems to be a bit insufficient.

In this way, the formation was expanded. Wang Lin spent three days studying and finally expanded the range of the formation for another twenty miles. In this way, the Soul Refining Tribe, which had a range of forty miles, suddenly transformed into one of the powerful tribes within tens of thousands of miles nearby!

The increase in the clan members has led to more people practicing soul refining techniques. Wang Lin knew very well that the souls in the soul banner need to be sacrificed many times before they can maximize their power.

He was not convenient to teach these people the method of sacrifice and nourishment, so he sacrificed the Soul Banner. Under his magical power, the Banner immediately turned into a large black fog, covering the sky within a radius of forty miles.

As soon as the black fog appeared, it immediately shocked everyone in the Soul Refining Tribe and walked out of their own houses. Some people with advanced cultivation directly controlled the soul banner and wrapped themselves up, wanting to go to the Black fog to check the truth.

"Release the soul and enter the black fog, fix it several times a day to increase the power of the soul!" Wang Lin's voice slowly came from the valley and echoed within forty miles.

The moment his voice came out, all the tribe members within forty miles knelt on the ground, without exception. The reverence in these people's eyes was extremely strong, and the opposite of what they knelt was the valley where Wang Lin lived.

After this black fog appeared, black mist was often swept within a radius of forty miles. In these black fog, countless human and beast souls roared and surging clouds.

People from the Soul Refining Tribe gradually got used to releasing their souls into the black fog every day, and this black fog has become its unique symbol of the Soul Refining Tribe.

In the Soul Refining Tribe, not all people are practicing soul refining techniques, and some are unable to practice at all. They can only go out to hunt and provide food as hunters.

Thirteen is one of the hunters.

Since his cultivation level was abolished, he has never said a word again. He was like a mute, and there was no slight agility on his body. Some seemed to be just a body.

Only after he tried to breathe countless times every night, he could see another expression on his face, but this expression was a deep pain and unwillingness.

He was unwilling to give up. There are many people in the clan who have reached the fourth stage of cultivation. There are many people with more than ten soul banners, and even a few talented people appeared, completely replacing the Thirteenth position at that time and becoming a new strong man in the tribe following Ouyang Hua.

All of this hurt his heart all the time.

It is precisely because of this that when he goes out to hunt on weekdays, he often fights with his life regardless of his life. Over time, he almost dies many times. If he had not been taken care of by his fellow tribes, he would have died long ago.

Among his companions who took care of him, some knew Thirteen's status in the tribe back then. When they saw him become like this, they could only sigh in their hearts.

On this day, Wang Lin was staring at a wooden strip in his hand in a valley. The wood turned black and emitted a faint light all over.

This wood was not discovered by a tribe when attacking a small tribe, but found that the wood was placed where the tribe worshiped, so he took it back and presented it to Wang Lin.

While checking, Wang Lin suddenly raised his head and looked outside the valley. After a while, he heard Ouyang Huacang's old voice coming from outside the valley.

"I have something to do and ask for my ancestor!"

The title of ancestor was naturally spread from all the people, and Wang Lin did not refuse, so he agreed.

"Come in!" Wang Lin looked down at the wood in his hand.

Ouyang Hua's figure swung into the valley, and he was holding a person in his hands. His body was covered in blood and his face was pale.

He quickly came to Wang Lin's side, Ouyang Hua knelt on the ground, put the person in his hand aside, and whispered: "Old ancestor, when Thirteen was hunting, he encountered a rare demonized beast. After I noticed it, I rushed there immediately, but it was still too late..."

If all creatures in the land of demonic spirits accumulate too much demonic power, they will become demonized. Once demonized, their strength will double.

Wang Lin put the wood in his hand beside him and looked up at Thirteen.

Thirteen years ago, it is much older than a year ago. At this moment, it looks like a young man, but rather like a twilight age.

"You retreat!" Wang Lin said in a deep voice.

Ouyang Hua stood up and took his leave respectfully.

After walking out of the valley, he sighed inwardly, looked back at the valley, and said silently in his heart: "Thirteen, it depends on your luck..."
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