Wang Lin and his friends had been refining for five or six days, but they only refined more than 300,000 unjust souls refined by the Demon God of Prison. They were incomplete and distributed around them in an radius of only a few hundred meters.

But now only half a day has passed, and the sun should be printed on the west sky radiating light. But as dark as today, if they were not at the lowest level of cultivation, would they still say whether they could see each other?

Everyone is using their strongest ability to perform the last step in refining the demon god. No one cares about the endless sea of ​​wronged souls around him, and there is no need to care about it.

Even if these unjust souls have the intention to attack them, with the linkage of their several such high cultivation auras, this ocean of unjust souls will not cause any damage to them.

Behind Wang Lin, the blood spirit was still standing still, but his eyes were turning quickly, looking at the endless unjust souls around him with a smile.

He was just a newly born blood spirit, without knowledge, no just, or even no common sense. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth looked at it unconsciously, but his mouth opened and said nothing.

At this time, he looked at the other people in front of Wang Lin in confusion, his head slightly tilted and his eyebrows were slightly frowning. He was wondering, seeing what these people were saying before, why can't he say it himself?

If you raise your eyes from Wang Lin and the others to Long Sansheng, you can see that the entire ocean of wronged souls basically accounts for about two-thirds of this small world.

The wronged souls looked painful and were whining, but they did not separate, but urgently surrounded the Immortal Refining Cauldron, or the blood spirit.

Many unjust souls with no eyes flew around, but their heads were thrown at the blood spirit from time to time. When they looked at the blood spirit, whether it was the hideous soul or the crazy-looking evil soul, they all became gentle.

Their eyes looked at him were like parents looking at their children, and they were also like children looking at their parents...

The refining has come to an end. The 100-meter-long Immortal Refining Cauldron, which was now a 100-meter-long Immortal Refining Cauldron, is now only about ten meters in diameter. Suddenly, the ten-meter-long Immortal Refining Cauldron, which is instantly reduced to only the size of a palm.

The small immortal refining cauldron flew into Wang Yan's hand. Wang Yan opened his ecstatic eyes and looked at the immortal refining cauldron with joy and ecstasy.

"Congratulations to Brother Yan, the Taoist weapon that the Purgatory clan has prepared for thousands of years has finally made you cheaper, haha." Zhu Qi also opened his eyes, and a look of fatigue flashed by. He happily congratulated Wang Yan.

Wang Yan held the Immortal Refining Cauldron tightly and nodded excitedly: "This is also a fate, this is not their thing, and his color has lost too much to this cauldron."

Wang Yan's face became ugly after he said, and his hand holding the Immortal Refining Cauldron also trembled slightly. This Immortal Refining Cauldron was refined by the blood of all living beings in this world and the metal and stone of this world, just because this tripod made countless people fall into heroes.

Seeing Wang Yan's expression getting sad, You Long and the others were going to congratulate him and they were holding back. If so many creatures were sacrificed to obtain such a powerful Taoist weapon, would they be willing?

Wang Lin was right next to Wang Yan. Seeing Wang Yan frowning deeper and deeper, Wang Lin walked over and patted his shoulder, and smiled and said, "Wang Yan, this tripod will be formed without us, and the creatures who sacrificed for it may not avenge them. Now it is in your hands. You are the Fire God. The Immortal Refining Cauldron is not suitable for it. In the future, it will be the Fire God Tripod. You must use it to support a sky for the creatures in the world!"

Wang Yan, who was originally a little listless, listened to Wang Lin's words and his eyes became brighter and brighter. After Wang Lin finished speaking, he said with a stern voice: "Well! I will call it the Fire God Cauldron from now on. It is not a magic weapon, but a weapon of the people!"

Wang Yan said, and his spiritual sense moved, turning the originally pitch-black cauldron into a fiery red body, and balls of flames were engraved on it, representing hope and light. Also, under the influence of his will, the originally pitch-black flame also turned red, full of a sacred aura.

Wang Yan's mental will became strong, and a firm look appeared on his face. You Long and the others came up to congratulate him one by one this time, and Wang Yan also replied one by one.

After everyone finished speaking, Wang Yan looked shaking and pointed at the Fire God Cauldron: "Get out!"

Under his command, the Fire God Cauldron shook slightly, and its body remained unchanged, but red flames gushed out from inside, and a small dark red figure emerged from the flames.

Wang Yan nodded to Wang Lin, Wang Lin understood immediately, then looked up and said to the sky Zhenzhong, "Senior, I will give you the body of the Demon God of Prison, thank you for your actions!"

After saying that, Wang Lin bowed respectfully to the sky. Wang Lin, Wang Yan, Long Xian and others also bowed.

With Wang Yan's swing, the small figure surrounded by flames flew quickly to the sky, and the unjust souls that filled the sky quickly moved away, just like a road full of flames was opened up in the endless night sky.

After the passage of the wronged souls was penetrated, Wang Lin and the others watched the body of the Demon God flying upwards while rapidly expanding. In a blink of an eye, the huge body of more than 20,000 meters was formed again.

However, this body has no life, and its soul has been erased from its consciousness and has been completely integrated with the Fire God Cauldron.

"Well, come out early, a large number of origins in this small world were drawn to refine the immortal refining... The Fire God Cauldron, after a series of battles, it is almost collapsed." Long Sansheng nodded with a solemn expression, and left with the body of the Prison Monster Demon God.

Before leaving, he warned Wang Lin again thanked him. He had noticed these things before and had thought of a solution.

After Long Sansheng's projection left, the dragon fairy's expression moved and said, "Now the demon god has been completely refined. These unjust souls should be considered as having no regrets. They should be able to be saved, right?"

The bodies of the surrounding souls were incomplete, and they were still whistling and whistling, and the yin energy was rolling. If someone without cultivation was here, the body would instantly freeze, and then the soul would become the same soul as them.

But when Long Xian looked at them, her eyes were filled with gentleness. What she saw was not the ugly and crazy appearance of these unjust souls, but the pitiful appearance that had to be destroyed under the endless catastrophe.

After Long Xian finished speaking, Zhu Qi and the others nodded to Wang Lin to agree. There were so many unjust souls here that they could not be left alone, but this small world was about to collapse again. No matter what they did, they had to try it quickly.

Wang Lin did not delay, but simply sat down on the spot and closed his eyes. After silently reciting the mantra of the Heart several times, he began to recite the "Sutra for Relieving Resentment and Saving the Soul" in a slight and slight manner.

The strange rhythm of one was passed from Wang Lin, causing a wave of shock in the void. Wang Lin was delighted. This was the prelude to the appearance of his previous times when he transformed his soul into the wronged soul and then the Gate of Reincarnation appeared.

Just as Wang Lin was about to continue reading, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, as if a rolling river suddenly appeared there.

He could not be distracted, and after feeling that the cold air behind him did not threaten him, he continued to recite silently. However, as he chanted the mantra, the cold breath became more and more intense. His eyelids twitched, and his mind retreated from the state of silence.

"Brother Lin...Brother Lin..." After he withdrew from the state of meditation and chanting, the anxious and frightened voice came into his ears.

"Hmm? What happened?" Wang Lin agreed and opened his eyes.

The moment he shook his eyes, he saw countless gray souls flying back from the top of his head, and the entire ocean of evil souls was rolling violently, and the end point was behind him.

"No, Blood Spirit!" Wang Lin was shocked and woke up completely.

He turned around violently, trying to see the blood spirit child. But after he turned, he felt relieved that nothing terrifying happened. It was just that those endless wronged souls merged into the blood spirit behind him, which made him a little confused.

"Brother Lin, what's going on?" Long Xian looked frightened and walked to Wang Lin with courage and asked.

Wang Lin shook his head and said softly: "I don't know yet, wait. Xian'er, you go to the back, it's enough to have me here."

"It's okay, Brother Lin. He was no longer afraid of me before. He would not hurt me even if anything happened." Long Xian's tone was gentle, but it was still unquestionable.

Wang Lin had no choice but to agree to Long Xian and him to wait close to wait for time to pass.

A large number of evil souls melted into the back of the blood spirit, forming a gray vortex there, and the evil souls merged into the speed faster and faster.

Just like an hourglass, the faster it takes to take off and land. After only about two hours, all the wronged souls in the entire small world merged into the body of the blood spirit.

After the last wronged soul fused in, the blood spirit also changed, and dense and complex gray inscriptions appeared on him, just like wearing a sweater made of fine wool. However, the sweater even wrapped his forehead and soles.

Suddenly, the blood spirit's eyelids that had been closed had already twitched.

"He is about to wake up." Long Xian said happily.

Wang Lin nodded and shrewd at him. Dragon Fairy understood immediately and reached out to cover her mouth gently.

After a few breaths, the blood spirit's eyes suddenly opened, and a red light flashed through it, emitting a fierce aura, which scared the Dragon Fairy's face slightly changed.

"That was murderous intent just now!" Zhu Qi in the distance said in horror. A child who had just been born not long ago actually had a terrifying murderous intent, which was simply unbelievable.

In front of the blood spirit, Wang Lin saw that his eyes became extremely clear after the initial murderous aura flashed by, like the slightly cold dewdrops in the early morning of spring.

He also looked at Wang Lin and Long Xian with a smile. Compared to his previous fear and trembling, he now looks more like an innocent child who knows nothing.

"You call Wang Ming from now on. Since you have been given such a mission, then remember it. I will take on it with you in the future!" Wang Lin narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand and put it on his head and touched it gently.

"Wang...Ming...Wang Ming..."

Blood Spirit, no, it should be said that Wang Ming tilted his head and imitated seriously.
Chapter completed!