Wuhun Lingzhu starting from Douluo

Chapter 230 The murderous intention caused by the vision

Weekend exhaled slowly and stood in front of numerous soul bone altars.

His eyes flashed, and he held the cloth strip in his hand and swung it forward.

The sky floated in front of me, the blank side.

His fingers crossed his palm, and a bloodstain appeared.

Weekend put his hand on the blank side, stepped on the dragon and snake in the direction, and drew a big ghost symbol.

As if it had been absorbed, the blood disappeared completely, and the cloth strip was still blank.

"go!"

With a soft drink, Zhou Zhou flicked his left hand upwards, and the cloth immediately flew to hang in front of Zhou Zhou's head, about half a step away.

Turning it over on the hand, there are various seals on it.

A faint blue light emanates from Zhou Xing's body, which is the fluctuation of mana.

Following the formation that has been laid out under the feet, it spreads in all directions, connecting every skull altar.

“Crack, click, click, click!”

The subtle crisping sounds of bones continued to sound, echoing densely in the courtyard.

White light suddenly appears among these patches of blue light. If you look for its source, you will find that it lights up from each skull.

The sound also rang out from the skulls. These skulls shook slightly, emitting these small and dense sounds.

If you look closely, you will find that these heads are actually changing shape.

They are slowly shrinking, but the white light is getting stronger and stronger.

Until they became the size of walnuts, they suddenly stopped.

The whole courtyard became quiet. When I saw this scene on the weekend, I smiled slightly. The first step was successful.

Then start the second step.

With a change in his hand, the walnut-sized skulls flew up instantly.

The moment he flew away from the bone altar, it was as if the essence was extracted and left with a wisp of white light.

"Crack, click, click!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the bone altar without the skull collapsed directly, turning into white powder on the ground.

Skulls flew out one by one, and the first head flew to the top of the cloth in the air.

His empty eyes shone with a faint light, he opened his mouth and his jaw, which was as boney as white jade, bit into the middle of the strip of cloth.

A streak of white light emerged from the chin and turned into two ribs.

The edge of the cloth strip is tightly attached to the ribs, leaving sharp bone spurs on both sides. Below is a long strip of cloth that moves with the wind.

Then came the second skull, which hit directly under the first one, just above the eyebrows.

"Bang! Click~"

It was a continuous sound that sounded 99 times before it stopped.

The prototype of the White Bones Hyakki Banner is completed!

If it is a normal refining technique, it can be said that it has been practiced here.

However, this weekend was completely different.

The close connection was not broken, and the mysterious power penetrated deep into the body. Weekend once again felt the feeling of awakening the martial spirit.

The faint light burst out suddenly and instantly merged into the White Bones Hundred Ghost Banner.

A similar phantom appeared and slowly merged into the White Bones Hundred Ghost Banner.

At the moment of fusion, an unimaginable reaction appeared in the courtyard.

What was originally a shadow area here is crazily filled with Yin Qi.

The yin energy was so strong that it spread over this area like mist in the early morning.

The soul-shaking oppressive feeling slowly spread, gradually spreading to the entire mountain peak.

At this moment, he attracted the attention of almost everyone in Liulin Dao.

"What a strong sense of oppression, what is this? Has anyone broken into the mountain gate?" A young Taoist priest said with a look of horror.

"Fart, I have many powerful disciples in Liulin Dao. Apart from those heavenly masters, who has this ability?" an older senior brother next to him scolded.

"But what is this shocking feeling?"

At this time, there was an older uncle who felt the pressure in a daze, and a trace of shock suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"No way? Is it the same as more than ten years ago? Someone successfully refined the magic weapon." The uncle suddenly exclaimed.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was like this, but the scene in front of him made him feel a little strange.

"The oppressive feeling of the soul, coupled with this gloomy aura, completely matches the white bones and white flags. However, this magic weapon is much weaker than other magic weapons before the Yin General, so there should not be such a big movement!"

"Could it be the Soul-Destroying Bell? But why isn't there the kind of bell that makes people leave their bodies?"

Unable to understand this, the uncle stopped thinking about it and ran towards the direction of the oppressive feeling.

Except for him, everyone in the entire mountain gate focused on the weekend courtyard.

There were also some people who took action directly and ran over to watch.

After arriving, I saw a faint blue light covering the entire courtyard.

In the very center of the light, white bones and flags floated.

The faint light and sense of oppression came from this. Everyone looked down and a young disciple appeared in his eyes.

"So young?"

Some people frowned slightly. They were so young and didn't even learn all the techniques, yet they were refining magic weapons.

"But, he succeeded!"

Many people feel as painful as needle pricks in their hearts, but he succeeded in just one go.

Yes, they just took one look at the scene and determined that the weekend was a success.

This deeply hurts their hearts.

As long as you are a Taoist priest with more advanced cultivation, you will know the power and omnipotence of the magic weapon.

This is an excellent thing for protecting the Tao and cultivating the Tao, and it is what everyone dreams of.

As long as you have some experience, who can say that you haven't tried it three or five times?

But how many are successful?

There are only two people in the entire Liulin Dao with refining talents, and they have refined more than one magic weapon.

As for the others who were purely lucky, there were four of them.

They were lucky. After successfully refining it once, they never succeeded again.

In other words, in the Liulin Dao with more than 1,000 people, only six people have successfully refined magic weapons in the past hundred years.

Only two people have this talent and have refined more than one.

Each time the magic weapon is refined, it can take as short as three to five years, or as long as ten or so years.

Those two masters still need to practice, and it is impossible to refine them all the time.

There are only eleven magic weapons in the entire Liulin Dao, but there are more than eleven people who need them.

"I don't know if he is relying on luck or if he really has this talent?"

"It's best if you really have this talent. With it, there will be a third master. My weapon refining appointment that was scheduled 40 years from now should be more than ten years ahead of schedule!"

A middle-aged uncle said with a sad look on his face.

These words resonated with many uncles around him, and they all restrained themselves from being scheduled to make weapon refining appointments decades later.

Although I know in my heart that the young boy is most likely lucky, this kind of thought is still unavoidable in his mind.

This made Elder Song, who was standing in the crowd, look a little stiff and stared at the weekend with cold eyes.

Unexpectedly, he could successfully refine a magic weapon.

With this magic weapon, he is improving his cultivation to that of a Taoist master. Even a mage like me cannot easily kill him.

Looking at the weekend under the light, Elder Song felt a murderous intention in his heart.

(End of chapter)