After entering the Nascent Soul stage, the Thunder Light Spell in Zhang Ling's body did not disappear, it just consumed a lot of the spiritual power refined in his body. He now also often takes Qing Lei Pills, to replenish the Thunder Spiritual Power contained in the Thunder Light Spell.
Although the Thunder Light Spell is still being cultivated, it can now only be used as an ordinary thunder attribute method, and it is no longer helpful for refining spiritual power.
He discovered this situation when he had just condensed the Nascent Soul. When the Thunder Light Spell in his body approached the Nascent Soul, it could not refine spiritual energy at all, and would be directly assimilated by the Earth Spiritual Power contained in the Nascent Soul.
Zhang Ling guessed that this was because the Thunder Spiritual Power contained in the Thunder Light Spell had already been adapted to by his body.
The free trade of the cultivators is in full swing.
Before long, everything Zhang Ling took out was exchanged. He also left the ice pillar and began to shuttle between the cultivators.
There were also some things that these cultivators took out that he liked, so naturally he couldn't let them go.
In a quiet room in a three-story pavilion, Zhang Ling sat cross-legged, his hands waving quickly, shooting out streaks of earthy yellow spiritual light, which turned into threads, trapping something that looked like a snake.
This thing was only two zhang (丈: zhang, a unit of length) long, and the whole body was grayish-white, but it did not have the aura of life, but it was full of spirituality. The joints made a Kaba Kaba (卡巴卡巴: Kaba Kaba, onomatopoeia for rattling sounds) collision sound when flinging. It looked like a spiritual bone from a monster beast, and the shape was more like the spine of some kind of monster beast.
But this strange thing, in addition to exuding a strong bloody aura, also contained powerful wood attribute spiritual power, as if it were a special wood attribute treasure.
Suddenly, a flash of yellow light appeared above Zhang Ling's head, and the Nascent Soul left his body. The Nascent Soul burst out with dazzling yellow light, and spurted out a ball of Infant Fire(婴火: Infant Fire, Nascent Soul Fire) with an opening mouth, covering the strange spine.
The white spine was extremely spiritual, and it flinging frantically as if it were a real living thing, like a long bone whip, and there was a bang bang (砰砰: bang bang, onomatopoeia for thumping sounds) of chaotic sound between wriggling.
But he still couldn't get rid of the control of Infant Fire(婴火: Infant Fire, Nascent Soul Fire), and Zhang Ling was refining this spine at this moment.
As time went by, a full half an hour passed.
Under the refinement of Infant Fire(婴火: Infant Fire, Nascent Soul Fire), this spine became crystal clear, like a jade bone. Zhang Ling's Nascent Soul flashed into the main body, and then a large clump of essence blood sprayed out of his mouth, turning into strands of blood-colored silk threads. Quickly weaving and entwining, it turned into dense blood-colored runes.
Immediately afterwards, with a flick of his left arm, a gray-green vine twined out. With a swoosh sound, it extended into a huge vine more than ten zhang (丈: zhang, a unit of length) long, wrapping the white jade spine in circles, turning it into a huge vine cocoon.
At the same time, the blood-colored runes, like flying butterflies, all fell into it. Suddenly, the entire vine cocoon lit up with cyan and red spiritual light.
Zhang Ling urged the magic formula, constantly shooting out magic seals and injecting them into the vine cocoon. This scene lasted for more than two hours, his eyes lit up and he let out a low drink " 收".
As the sound came out, the muffled sound of a beating heart came from the vine cocoon. Finally, the entire vine cocoon floated in the air like a heart, changing with a expanding and contracting.
This scene lasted for a while, and on the cyan and red vine cocoon, lumps of grayish-white light spots appeared, either long or thin, large or small. These light spots flashed and gradually solidified, turning into strange grayish-white patterns.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling flicked his arm again, and another gray-green vine only the thickness of a thumb twined around his left arm. It looked very small, but it was part of the root system of the vine that was parasiting on his body.
The gray-green vine instantly divided into dense vine threads, shooting out 嗖嗖 like thin threads, piercing into the vine cocoon.
At the same time, a cyan and red treasure pearl appeared in Zhang Ling's hand, also turning into a spiritual light and sinking into it.
Finally, the vine cocoon shook a few times, like peeling Zongzi , and divided into circles, and once again turned into a vine 呼呼 flinging.
Zhang Ling smiled with great joy, and the re-refined vine shrank back to his arm. He also flashed and stood up, flicked his left arm, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Carefully sensing, he could feel that in his left arm, there seemed to be strange earthworms wriggling, giving half of his body a numb and itchy feeling.
With a slight movement of his mind, countless dense vine threads drilled out of Zhang Ling's entire left arm, which looked very strange.
These vine threads were intertwined in cyan and red colors, covering the entire left arm, like a vine armor put on on the arm.
Zhang Ling flicked his right hand, sacrificed a natal flying sword, and chopped on his left arm without hesitation, and there was a muffled sound of bang, like hitting on gold and iron.
"Hey, devouring and refining this thing, the power of the parasitic vine has indeed increased a lot." Zhang Ling couldn't help but smile. There was only a faint scar on the left arm where the flying sword attacked, and it didn't break through this layer of vine armor at all.
Of course, the flying sword did not attack with all its strength, but it can be judged that the power of the parasitic vine has increased a lot. The defense power alone is at least several times higher than before.
As the thoughts turned, the vine armor on the left arm was again differentiated into vine threads, and instantly weaved into a long blue wooden sword. Zhang Ling waved it a few times at will, and there was a whizzing breaking wind, and the power was no less than that of an ordinary magic weapon.
At the same time, a cyan and red pearl appeared on the hilt of the wooden sword. This is the Renyuan Evil Pill that was refined. With the help of this treasure, the power of the vine can be increased a lot.
Zhang Ling lifted up his whole body spiritual power and injected it into the vine-woven wooden sword. Suddenly, the whole wooden sword changed into a jade bone sword flashing cyan and red light in a burst of spiritual light.
With a tearing sound loud noise, between waving, a sword was chopped. A sword light several zhang (丈: zhang, a unit of length) long thundering with a loud sound, directly bombarded on the wall in front, and chopped a deep sword mark three or four zhang (丈: zhang, a unit of length) long on the wall.
At the same time, the wooden sword was successively changed under his divine sense control.
Lightly shaking his left arm, the wooden sword softened and turned into a vine again, and then shot out slender vine threads. These vine threads were as soft as silk threads. Countless vine threads the next moment turned into hard gray-green wooden thorns, like ten thousand arrows fired together and shot out.
At the same time, the vines on the left arm grew out one by one, instantly spreading and wrapped the whole body, and in a burst of spiritual light, Zhang Ling attached a layer of bone armor on his body, like wearing a bone armor.
Between moving, the bone armor also constantly changed on his body, without affecting his moving at all.
It looked like he was wearing a bone armor, but it was transformed by the vines parasitic on his body, changing with the change of his thought.
