Chapter 187: Self-repair of the Purple Blood Sword
The ancestor of the Zong family died, not in the hands of Ling Lin, but in the end he was killed by Zi Lin with one finger.
As a weapon spirit that has condensed its true body, even Ling Lin may not dare to say that he can definitely be stronger than Zi Lin without relying on the Purple Blood Sword. But when the dark red sphere was exploded by the Purple Blood Sword's domineering attack,
After arriving, the ancestor of the clan, who had been severely injured and wanted to take advantage of the powerful shock wave to leave the Devouring Realm, was targeted by Zi Lin who was hiding aside.
The result after that was very simple. Under Zi Lin's finger, the ancestor of the clan who was originally weak in strength suddenly died without any suspense.
In just a few short breaths, no one thought that in this secret room under the main city of the clan, an ancestor of the clan who was in the immortal realm would die like this.
At this moment, Ling Lin's eyes condensed, and the Purple Blood Sword in his hand continued to tremble. At the same time, the dark red spheres around him exploded, and the remaining energy began to gather towards the Purple Blood Sword.
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"The Purple Blood Sword is actually absorbing the energy left by the ancestors of the clan." Looking at the Purple Blood Sword with purple light flowing on the surface in his hand, Ling Lin's mind moved. While the Purple Blood Sword absorbed the energy, Ling Lin could feel it.
, the Purple Blood Sword is actually repairing itself with the help of these energies. Although this repair is extremely slow, and you won't even notice it if you don't feel it carefully. But the Purple Blood Sword is slowly recovering.
"The flesh, flesh, and elemental power of a monk in the Immortal Realm can actually slowly repair the Purple Blood Sword. In this way, if you want to repair the Purple Blood Sword, killing the monks in the Immortal Realm to obtain energy is also a way.
." Ling Lin secretly thought in his heart. Killing the monks in the Immortal Realm just so that the Purple Blood Sword can be repaired is such a crazy idea that only Ling Lin can think of. But for Ling Lin, this is indeed a
a feasible approach.
You must know that after swallowing the Star Ruler, the Purple Blood Sword has recovered to 60%. Even if the Purple Blood Sword has recovered to 60% and swallows the Broken Realm Treasure again, the effect it can provide is minimal. Moreover, the Broken Realm Treasure has little effect on Ling's current situation.
Although it was not a rare thing for Lin Lailai, it was not so abundant that it ruined the streets. It was obviously unrealistic to slowly recover the Purple Blood Sword by devouring the treasure of the Broken Realm.
It's just that there are very few treasures that surpass the treasures of the Shattered Realm like the Star Ruler. Even looking at the entire starry sky, Ling Lin has never heard about the second such treasure. This kind of treasure can be said to be a trump card.
Things, even if they are owned, are only used as a last resort to turn over the cards, and it is impossible for people to know about them easily.[
"It's just that it doesn't seem to be a good thing to kill monks in the Immortal Realm." Ling Lin rubbed his brows with some distress. Although the recovery of the Purple Blood Sword is very important to him, and it is very important for killing.
, Ling Lin has experienced too much, and there is no such thing as being timid. Even monks in the Immortal Realm, as long as they are not particularly perverted, cannot escape his hunting. But Ling Lin has always been interested in killing.
He had his own principles of killing people for no reason, which made it difficult for Ling Lin to do it.
He shook his head and put these thoughts aside for the time being. He unfolded his sleeves and robes, and the surrounding gray air flow suddenly poured into Ling Lin's body. The ancestors of the Zong family were already dead, so Ling Lin naturally did not need to expend his energy to maintain himself.
Devouring the realm.
"Killing Cores." Looking at a pile of dark red gems lying in the corner, Ling Lin's eyes lit up. A very important reason for coming here is these Killing Cores.
"Okay, okay, with these killing crystal cores, there should be no problem in reaching the eighth level of the "Killing Immortal Technique"." Ling Lin said happily. The reason for this was because he realized that he had underestimated these killing crystal cores piled in the corner before.
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As the most powerful force in the Greedy Wolf Star Territory, after years of accumulation, how many killing crystal cores will the Zong family have? Even the cultivation of many high-level members of the Zong family requires the supply of these killing crystal cores, but over time, they are lying here.
The number of killing crystal cores is still extremely impressive. Ling Lin can even feel that if the killing power in this pile of hill-like killing crystal cores breaks out, it can completely submerge the entire main city of the clan.
The smile on his face was bright. For Ling Lin, the pile of killing crystal cores in front of him was the best thing, better than countless magic pills. With a wave of his sleeve, all the killing crystal nuclei around him were swept away.
The smile on Ling Lin's face became even brighter. At this moment, Ling Lin even had a strong impulse to plunder all the forces, large and small, in the Greedy Wolf Star Territory.
Although it is impossible for the other forces to have as many killing crystal cores as the Zong family, the total number is definitely a very impressive number, and it can even lay a solid foundation for Ling Lin to break through the ninth level of the "Slaying Immortal Technique" in the future.
"But at this time, we should kill Zong Yun first." Putting away the smile on his face, Ling Lin said lightly to himself. Even with the sudden and huge joy of killing the crystal core, Ling Lin still would not forget the first time he came to Zong's family.
The purpose. Zong Yun, who had obtained the inheritance of the Sixth Temple, was already a dead person in Ling Lin's heart.
Looking toward a brightly lit mansion, Ling Lin's figure suddenly disappeared into the secluded secret room.
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"Young Master, this Zongxun is really too rampant. Why don't we, the Four Elders of Styx, take action? We will definitely be able to bring you this Zongxun and the head of his guest." Inside the mansion, outside the room with the door closed.
, there were four figures standing in a row, and they were about to kill Zong Xun and Ling Lin at the same time.
"There is no need to say more about this matter. I know it well. Please step back." An indifferent voice came from the room. Although the voice was indifferent, it carried a tone that could not be denied.
He stamped his feet, and although the four figures standing outside the room still looked very angry, they still retreated immediately after the words fell.
"Zong Xun, you're just a clown." Such a sneer sounded in the dimly lit room. Zong Xun was sitting cross-legged on a futon. In front of him, a half-foot dark red tower was suspended in the air.
Continuously spraying streaks of bloody light. Bathed in the bloody light, Zong Yun's aura is also constantly increasing.
"It's just his guest..." Zong Yun suddenly opened his closed eyes, with a rare flash of doubt and solemnity in his eyes. "Is he a monk in the immortal realm?" Zong Yun frowned.
He frowned and muttered to himself. Like the ancestor of the Zong family, Zong Yun was not sure whether Ling Lin was a monk in the Immortal Realm, but one thing Zong Yun knew was that Ling Lin was very strong.[
This was the reason why he did not touch Zong Xun in the past two days, and just like the previous scene, many servants under his command volunteered to kill Zong Xun and Ling Lin, and they were not the first in these two days.
It happened once, but Zong Yun still didn't agree.
"As long as I become the head of the Zong family and have the power, it doesn't matter if you are a monk in the immortal realm. Besides..." Zong Yun looked at the dark red building that was suspended in front of him and sprayed with blood-colored light.
Pagoda, a faint smile flashed across his face.,
"It's a pity that it's not your turn to be the head of the Zong family." At this moment, a ghostly whisper suddenly sounded in Zong Yun's ears.