Like rootless duckweed, after Ling Lin's cold shout fell, although the seal on his body did not weaken, Toro could clearly feel that the faint feeling in the seal had disappeared. In other words,
At this time, the seals on Toro's body have no follow-up power, and they only need to be broken open.
The aura on his body suddenly changed, and an aura that looked down on all living beings suddenly swept out of Ling Lin's body. The dark golden light in his eyes flashed violently, and the cold aura became more intense.
His heart trembled, and Toro looked at Ling Lin with some surprise. At this time, the aura emanating from Ling Lin actually made him feel a trace of fear in his heart.
"broken!"
Suddenly, Ling Lin shouted loudly, and two dark golden rays of light shot out from his eyes. When the two dark golden rays of hair-like hair touched Toro's body...
Crack, crackle...
A dazzling dark golden light flashed, followed by bursts of harsh thunderstorms. The blood-red runes on Toro's body also shattered piece by piece amidst the thunderstorms.
"Roar!"
Amidst the beast-like roar, Toro's body glowed with a faint red light, and the last piece of blood-colored runes quietly shattered under the wash of this faint red light.
Rumble…
When the last blood-red rune was completely shattered, the aura on Toro's body instantly increased dozens of times, and a powerful pressure swept across the surroundings. Along with this powerful pressure, there was also a
Daodao laughed slightly madly.
"The Ninth Temple, this damn Ninth Temple, I can finally leave here...!"
Toro squatted half-crouched, his hands deeply inserted into the pitch-black soil, and his roaring voice echoed throughout the pitch-black land.
"You can fulfill your vow."
Frowning, Ling Lin's indifferent voice sounded beside Toro. Having the consciousness and willpower comparable to that of an Immortal Realm monk, Ling Lin was completely immune to the pressure emanating from an Immortal Realm monk.
Already.
The roar suddenly stopped, and Toro's body trembled as he squatted on the ground. The faint red light floating in his eyes exuded a dangerous aura. However, after a moment, this dangerous aura quietly disappeared, and Toro
The half-squatting body slowly stood up.
"Let's go."
Glancing at Toro indifferently, Ling Lin turned around and walked forward. Behind him, Toro lowered his head and disappeared immediately after Ling Lin disappeared.
In the Ninth Temple, two figures that are very different from other monks are walking one behind the other. The reason why they are different is because there is no trace of dignity or tension in these two figures.
It seems that the dangerous Ninth Temple is like their own back garden for these two people, where they can stroll leisurely.
"Huh? The breath of the Shattered Realm Treasure."
Ling Lin, who was walking, suddenly stopped and looked into the void. His spiritual consciousness spread out, and under his strong will, the void that looked the same suddenly shattered. It shattered.
In the void, a silvery light suddenly escaped from the distance.
"Can you run away?" Seeing the silver light fleeing far away, Ling Lin's consciousness suddenly increased several times, and the powerful consciousness suddenly hit the person who was fleeing rapidly like a giant hammer.
of silver light.
With a mournful cry, the silver light suddenly fell apart under the bombardment of Ling Lin's powerful spiritual consciousness, revealing its true appearance.
It was a silver short knife the size of a palm. The blade shone with cold light, and the entire handle seemed to be a coiled mini silver dragon. Although it was only the size of a palm, the aura of the Shattered Realm Treasure pervaded from it.
"Although it is the simplest treasure of the Broken Realm, it is better than nothing." Ling Lin whispered to himself, and his powerful spiritual consciousness instantly wrapped around the short sword and pulled it over.
The space in front of him quietly shattered, and a silver light jumped out. Ling Lin stretched out his hand and took the silver light into his palm.
Buzzing…
The silver dagger kept trembling in Ling Lin's hand, making a buzzing sound, and kept cutting towards Ling Lin's palm with a hint of sharpness. However, it seemed to have no effect at all, and Ling Lin's clenched palm did not hurt at all.
There were signs of loosening, and when the sharp energy emitted by the short knife cut into Ling Lin's palm, it could not even scratch Ling Lin's skin.
"What a strong physical force."
Behind Ling Lin, Toro licked his tongue, with a hint of greed in the red light in his eyes. The dark color in the Ninth Temple has been trapped for too long, and it can't even be absorbed under the seal.
Any spiritual energy can only be maintained by slowly consuming its own energy for tens of thousands of years. If it had not reached the realm of immortality, tens of thousands of years would be enough to wipe out Toro. But now, although it is still immortal
However, Toro's physical body was extremely damaged and was even more fragile than some Yin-Yang monks. Ling Lin's physical body, on the other hand, was far more powerful than those in the same realm.
However, this lust of greed comes and goes quickly. Under the constraints of the oath of destiny, even a person as strong as Toro cannot overcome it in the slightest.
At this moment, Ling Lin's other hand suddenly filled with purple light, and with a crisp sword sound, the Purple Blood Sword jumped out.
"Break it into pieces." Ling Lin held the silver dagger tightly in one hand and the purple blood sword in the other, while looking at Toro behind him.
The moment the words rang out, Ling Lin's grip on the silver dagger suddenly loosened, and the silver light suddenly turned into a rainbow of light and he was about to gallop away.
His face was startled, but looking at the silver dagger fleeing away, Toro still stretched out his finger, and the invisible force of restraint directly stopped the speeding silver dagger. Then, a faint red beam of light exploded in the blink of an eye.
On the blade.
Click.
At the moment when the faint red beam of light bombarded the blade, the broken treasure let out a mournful sound, and the cold blade was covered with cracks. In the next moment, these cracks suddenly collapsed, and the entire short sword turned into a
For dozens of silver-white fragments of different sizes. A palm-sized transparent dragon emerged from the fragments. The dragon's eyes were extremely smart, but at this time they were covered with a look of fear.
"Go and devour it."
The palm holding the Purple Blood Sword shook slightly, and in the crisp sound of the sword, the Purple Blood Sword turned into a brilliant purple beam of light and suddenly rushed towards the transparent dragon and the Shattered Realm Treasure that turned into pieces.
Wow…
The purple tide suddenly swept across the air, surrounding the fragments of the dagger and the transparent dragon. Then, under the wash of the purple tide, the broken dagger fragments gradually melted, and Zi Lin
The figure also suddenly appeared in the purple tide.
As soon as Zi Lin's figure appeared, he rushed directly towards the palm-sized transparent dragon. It was like a young child seeing something delicious. Looking at the transparent dragon, Zi Lin's eyes were full of desire. The chubby eyes were full of desire.
With a sudden thrust of his hands, Zi Lin was extremely fast and held the transparent dragon in his hands in the blink of an eye.
The dragon struggled, its palm-sized body rolling continuously in Zi Lin's hands, trying to escape.
"Ey."
Holding the transparent dragon tightly with both hands, Zi Lin's little face flushed slightly, and his hands continued to tremble under the fierce struggle of the transparent dragon.
Suddenly, Zi Lin's body shook, and a purple light erupted from his body, covering the transparent dragon. His body that was struggling violently suddenly stopped, and at this moment, Zi Lin's hands suddenly exerted force.
Milky white light overflowed from Zi Lin's hand, and with a mournful cry, the transparent dragon was torn apart by Zi Lin, turning into balls of milky white light and integrating into Zi Lin's body.
Looking at his hands, Zi Lin's eyes were a little confused. However, this confused expression soon turned into a touch of joy, and not far away, a smile appeared on Ling Lin's face.
The treasures of the Shattered Realm all have weapon spirits, and the transparent dragon from before is the weapon spirit in this silver dagger. Zi Lin, who is also a weapon spirit, after swallowing the transparent dragon, the illusory body is obviously a little more solid.
.
Just when Zi Lin swallowed all the transparent dragons, the Purple Blood Sword also swallowed up all the fragments of the silver dagger. In mid-air, the purple tide had disappeared, and the Purple Blood Sword trembled slightly and flew back to Ling Lin.
beside.
"This purple sword." He stared closely at the purple blood sword beside Ling Lin, and Toro's pupils shrank slightly. As a monk in the Immortal Realm, even ordinary Shattered Realm magic weapons are useless, and even,
Just like the previous scene, the silver dagger, which is the treasure of the Shattered Realm, can only be shattered under Toro's finger.
But when the Purple Blood Sword swallowed up the fragments of the silver dagger, Toro seemed to feel a breath of fear coming from the Purple Blood Sword. This breath was extremely vague and fleeting, and even Toro couldn't grasp it.
live.
"Is it an hallucination?" Toro secretly said to himself. There are magic weapons that can make his heart palpitate, but there are definitely not a few of them in the whole world, and any existence that can possess such a magic weapon is extremely powerful.
The ultimate pinnacle figure. However, although the little guy in front of him is heaven-defying, his cultivation level is only in the Yin-Yang realm.
His eyes lingered on the Purple Blood Sword and Ling Lin for a while, and Toro's expression returned to calm. However, Ling Lin, his master for thousands of years, was even more mysterious in Toro's eyes.
"I wonder how many treasures of broken realms need to be swallowed to restore this purple blood sword to its peak?" Ling Lin reached out and took the purple blood sword into his hand, Ling Lin secretly said to himself. After the first battle, the soul of the purple blood sword was shattered, and the purple blood sword was shattered.
The Blood Sword is almost on the verge of collapse. After countless years of self-recovery, it has only recovered to about 10% of its heyday.
"Even if it can't be restored to its heyday, it will be a big killer if it can be restored to 30% or 40%." Ling Lin's eyes were filled with light. Today's Purple Blood Sword is already comparable to the most common Shattered Realm treasures.
If it recovers to 30% or 40%, it will probably be quite powerful even among the broken treasures.
With a movement of his body, Ling Lin disappeared from the spot. He needed a lot of Shattered Realm treasures to repair the Purple Blood Sword, and the Ninth Temple did not lack some ordinary Shattered Realm treasures...