"Grey True Ink Divine Grass!"

The Black Skeleton Demon King recognized it at a glance. The soul fire in the skull was so strong that it almost overflowed from its eye sockets!

This treasure that soul cultivator dreams of is so familiar to him.

Although this kind of grass was not uncommon in ancient times, many soul cultivators would find it to refine it into soul treasures, but with the times changing, the world and the environment of the world changed drastically, and many treasures from the past disappeared in the long river of history.

In the current environment of the cultivation world, the path of soul elixir is gradually declining, and the golden elixir road is always in full swing, so the newly born spiritual flowers and grasses between heaven and earth will also match them in the dark.

If the soul grass like this is not the ancient battlefield of evil demons outside the sky, its genes returned to ancient times due to the years of inducing the void factor, it would have basically disappeared from the world.

"You kid can even find this thing! You...are you a disaster star? How did you transfer the fortune recently?"

The Black Skeleton Demon Lord couldn't even speak straight, and you can imagine how shocked it was.

Lin Shan spread his hands helplessly: "What's wrong with the disaster star? The disaster star cannot be transferred? You always think about making me unlucky, right?"

"No, that's not what I mean!"

The Black Skeleton Demon Lord gradually recovered from his senses. This old monster was quick-minded and best at guessing and analyzing.

"It is said that good fortune depends on misfortune, and misfortune is hidden by good fortune."

"Disaster Stars, disaster stars, wherever they go, as long as there are unlucky guys who take the blame for you, logically speaking, there will always be good luck in the future."

"Therefore, every time you get the opportunity, it means that someone else is unlucky. This is a way to balance one drink and one peck, and the retribution of heaven is unhappy."

"But, don't be too proud..."

It reminded Lin Shan seriously and warned that everything has a limit.

"In a weak period, your fate is indeed evil, and many people will unknowingly fall into your path."

"But there are always people with extraordinary destiny that can offset or even ignore your bad luck, and you are likely to suffer the consequences!"

“What about?”

"For example...uh..."

The Black Skull Demon Lord was stunned for a moment and stuck for a long time, not knowing what examples to refute.

Although it is knowledgeable, it really can't think of any harder fate in the lower realm, which is stronger than the disaster-stricken star in the sky.

If you ask if there is any stronger one in the fairy world, there is no doubt that it must be, but it has never been to the fairy world. How can it know?

Lin Shan curled his lips and smiled disdainfully.

Even a lucky son like his good brother Lin Fan has to take the blame for himself when he was young. Who are the other people?

It’s not that I look down on you, if I hadn’t had enough cultivation, I would have killed Jiutian to inherit my star palace!

The Black Skull Demon Lord didn't know about his past events with Lin Fan, but just repeatedly emphasized his own views subjectively.

"The fate of the stars is not omnipotent. The evils committed in the past will always be retribution, so you must be careful and do more good people, good deeds and merits..."

Lin Shan interrupted it impatiently, too lazy to listen to it.

"It's a big deal to cultivate merit. If you are a person with the right path, you are a skeleton monster from the hell world and you are so weird that you are so weird?"

"No, I mean, if you have good things, you need to learn to share with others..."

"Share you, you can refine your natal soul treasure for me first!"

Only then did Lin Shan realize that this guy was paying attention to this soul grass, but this was a rare soul treasure material, and I had to use it on myself even if I thought about it.

"Brother, I want to refine soul treasures for you, so of course I will do it according to the highest configuration at this stage. The method of refining the ancient soul-killing flying knife is just in my mind!"

The Black Skull Demon Lord looked confident, with a sonorous tone and decisive expression, showing his grandmaster's demeanor.

Lin Shantou once saw this vulgar guy changing his appearance, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

"Then you mean..."

"I can refine a complete set of soul-killing flying swords for you. They can be used separately and combined into formations. Like your Snake Tushita Flag, a set of top-level magic weapons and twelve flying swords form a God-killing sword array, which is enough to make any Jindan-stage cultivator extremely afraid!"

"Yes, yes."

Lin Shan nodded with satisfaction. The top magic weapon was OK.

"But, the number of complete sets of magic weapons is also given in refining weapons."

The Black Skeleton Demon Lord told him the tricks.

"For example, the Tushita flag of the Snake is twelve in total, each with three Dharma prohibitions, and the total of thirty-six are the top magic weapons."

"And the Dharma prohibition, as an upgraded version of the magic inscription, is generally three systems, and there is no one or two separate installations, which will not become a magic weapon."

"Therefore, each of your fifteen soul grass carries three magic bans, and at most you need to use twelve pieces. Twelve is the ultimate number of top magic weapons."

"There are the three remaining pieces..."

The Black Skull Demon Lord rubbed his hands, revealing a meaningful expression.

"There is still the case?"

Lin Shan was a little unbelievable and asked questions at the right time.

"Then you give me three Dharma bans to all the fifteen leaves, and there are a total of forty-five Dharma bans. Can't you refine a set of magic weapons?"

The Black Skeleton Demon Lord was stunned, as if he had never heard of such a problem.

"The magic prohibition of magic weapons can only be thirty-six paths at most, which has been capped. This is the limit on the number of weapons refining. I don't just add as much as I want to do it!"

"And, the three Dharma bans on each leaf must not be exactly the same. Otherwise, if combined, wouldn't they be essentially three Dharma bans?"

"Therefore, the thirty-six different magic prohibitions are still suitable for the soul-killing flying sword. It has been the limit of my accumulation over the years and the scalping of my intestines. I really can't portray for forty-five trajectories!"

Lin Shan is not a master of weapon refining, and has never refined magic weapons. He has no research on the Dharma ban, and he still believes and doubts after hearing this.

"The Thirty-Six Dharma Forbiddens are the limit? What about the spiritual treasure, the spiritual treasure should exceed this limit, right?"

"Do you think of a way to do it, get more magic bans for me, find a way to use all of these fifteen soul grasses, and just get a spiritual treasure for me!"

"Anyway, you are not a master of weapon refining? Spirit treasures are not impossible for you, right?"

......

"I..."

The Black Skeleton Demon Lord almost spurted out the soul fire.

"You think the Dharma ban is a cabbage, how much do you want to add?"

"The combination of different magic bans can't become magic weapons at all. Even if you forcibly melt them together, they are likely to become a constraint on each other, and their power will plummet. Refining weapons is a profound science, and it cannot be done by you freely arrange and combine them, and you can talk about it on paper!"

"And, spiritual treasures are different from magic weapons, don't even think about it!"

"The magic weapon depicts the Dharma prohibition, and the spiritual treasure depicts the spiritual prohibition!"

"I have only collected twelve types of spiritual bans myself, and they are all about fire attributes. They are specially prepared to refine acquired spiritual treasures for the body of my hell world."

"I don't know anything about the soul-killing ban you need, and I can't refine it at all."

......

Lin Shantou once heard that the master of weapon refining could only refine one kind of spiritual treasure because he lacked the inheritance of spiritual forbidden.

Then you are just a nonsense weapon refining master?

If someone wants to customize the spiritual treasure, do you still have to meet someone to serve?

The Black Skull Demon Lord felt that Lin Shan was too presumptuous and was a big dog lover who was lucky.

"Do you really think that if you have picked up an innate spiritual treasure, the acquired spiritual treasure is not valuable?"

"Each weapon refiner master must have a limited number of spiritual forbiddens. At most, he can only refine spiritual treasures with a few specific attributes and functions within his own ability. They are nothing more than refining spiritual treasures of different shapes and appearances based on the spiritual materials and souls provided by the buyer."

"And, you don't provide souls at the Nascent Soul stage for me to enlighten the spirit. How can I refine spiritual treasures for you?"

"Similarly, without the spiritual materials above the fifth level, how can we bear the spiritual forbidden?"

"Those innate spiritual treasures that automatically open the spirits in the world are all ancient treasures that were refined with super-class spiritual materials, so spiritual bans were born over the long years and transformed into spiritual treasures by themselves. Do you think it is so simple?"

"These gray true ink magic grass can only be refined into top-level magic weapons at most, so you can be content!"

......

After being criticized by the Black Skeleton Demon Lord, Lin Shan had to accept his fate.

The twelve God-Slaying Flying Knife is also good. Leave the extra ones for this skeleton monster, and it is also OK to refine three small soul treasures for it to himself.

The Black Skull Demon Lord told him that there may not be three left in the end, and there may be mistakes and losses in the middle, and the refining of the weapon will not be 100% successful.

"The fifteen soul grasses are all slightly yellow on the edges. For some reason, it seems to have some loss of grass and trees essence. Even if I have the level of a master of weapon refining, there is still a possibility of failure."

Speaking of this, its tone was a bit weird, and he apologized for Lin Shan for not knowing the weapon refiner. It would be fine if he didn't understand the weapon refiner, but he couldn't even do a good job in protecting the spirit flowers and herbs after picking them.

Lin Shan did not explain. He knew that this was probably because Xiaoxibian forced soul power twice injected directly and fought with the two alliances led by Zhong Shenxiu and the Young Master Jiuyou.

Fortunately, it was not over-consuming, and it was just used slightly, and it did not damage the origin of the grass and trees. Refining the soul treasure should be sufficient.

After a little discussion between the two.

"Okay, since nothing is going to happen here, I'll go back first."

The Black Skeleton Demon Lord jumped into the summoning vortex and disappeared immediately.

Lin Shan looked around the ruins of the square and quietly observed the thunder otter in the distribution room for a while. He saw that its injuries were slowly healing and his breath steadily adjusted.

I also took a little rest, recovered my physical strength and energy, and did not stop anymore, turned around and walked into the passage when I came.

......

Outside the cave, the Qingyang Peak fleet waited for three days.

Finally, I waited until Linshan came out.

Deacon Wu is leading people to repair the warship, and it seems that he has just experienced a big battle.

"Zhengren Lin, you have finished exploring the remains!"

Linshan saw the sun again, looking refreshed.

"That's right, it's over."

After looking around, he smelled a burnt smell.

"Why, someone came here just now?"

Could it be that both the good and the demons reacted so quickly and did not give up and sent someone to investigate?

Deacon Wu reported: "Half a day ago, a group of barbarians wearing animal leather jackets broke in and were beaten back by us."

"Barbarians?"

Lin Shan felt something was wrong. Didn’t the barbarian tribes have been driven to the northern part of Xiaoyizhou for a long time? How did they enter the ancient battlefield of evil demons through the south?

Deacon Wu said he was not clear either. These barbarians seemed to have special means for the wonder of the fog array, and could easily break into this place with a local insect in Xiaoyizhou.

However, the Qingyang Peak fleet has strong firepower, and there are only two Jindan-stage cultivators in the opposite tribe. They were bombarded by them with their equipment advantage. The ground outside was covered with dense insect corpses.

Lin Shan walked out and took a look. It was really a one-horned immortal and a black beetle, the most common method of the barbarian tribe in Xiaoyizhou.

"Forget it, don't worry about them. This ruin has been explored by the real person. We will return to the Void Pass Camp to report."

He was too lazy to worry about these things. Anyway, Lei Otter was in charge, and no one in Xiaoyizhou could do anything to this beast.

The group of people, led by him, drove the fleet out of the fog.

......

Two days later.

Lin Shan brought people back to the camp of Qingyang Peak Void Passage.

Surprisingly, three uninvited guests had already visited before him.

In front of the hall, Taoist Qingji sat upright in the main seat.

At the bottom, three Jindan stage monks are discussing with him.

As soon as Lin Shan came in, he attracted four eyes to each other.

The next moment, both sides were shocked!

"Barbarian monk!"

"Totem robber!"

In an instant, four auras soared into the sky, confronting each other, alarming the entire camp. The disciples of Qingyang Peak didn't know what was going on in the main hall.

Taoist Qingji was also a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Lin Shan knew these three barbarians, and it seemed that they had a good time.

More importantly, he was a young man in the early stage of the Golden Pill, and could compete with three barbarian cultivators at the same level!

Is this kid hiding his strength?

"Minister Lin, don't be excited. These three fellow Taoists are distinguished guests from the northern part of Xiaoyizhou, Yulian, Tuoba and Gaochang. They met with Senior Brother Fengzhu outside and received approval to come to the ancient battlefield of evil demons in the sky to help us."

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Lin Shan was so upset when he heard this news that he and these tribes had a great grudge. He had just looted all the north and they would not hate him to death!

Now all the victims come to the door, how can I deal with it?

The Jindan stage monks of the three major tribes have long been impressed by this young man who made a big fuss in the north a few months ago and is well known among the barbarians. The portrait of this person has long been spread among everyone.

Today I suddenly saw the territory that appeared on Qingyang Peak, and my lungs were irritated!

Good guy, it turns out that the person who robbed us was from Qingyang Peak!

We actually want to join forces with our enemies!

"Brother Qing Ji, you have never told us before that this person is also from your Qingyang Peak!"

Taoist Qingji didn't understand why, so he advised several people to relieve their anger.

"Why are you angry? Why don't you sit down and talk in detail? This... Lin Zhenren is also a friend of my Qingyang Peak. He just joined our camp not long ago. I think everyone must have some misunderstandings."

"Misunderstand?"

The barbarian Jindan of the three major tribes sneered, and had no intention of sitting down.

"A few months ago, this man turned upside down our northern tribal alliance, and finally patted his butt and left a mess for us to clean up ourselves. Do you think this is a misunderstanding?"

Taoist Qing Ji was a little surprised after hearing this. He looked at the young man who had just returned from the door. He was still covered in dust and looked harmless. Who would know that he had just stabbed a big mess and could still turn his head and join his Qingyang Peak without changing his face?

"Minren Lin, is this really the case?"

"Uh... there are, but not that serious..."

Lin Shan smiled embarrassedly and unconsciously looked away.

The three barbarian Jindan monks were furious and couldn't help but curse.

"You really don't feel hurt when you stand and speak. You know what you have done. You still have the face to say it's not serious?"

Taoist Qingji asked again: "Zhengren Lin, what did you do?"

Seeing that Lin Shan couldn't hide it, he had to answer in detail: "Actually, it's nothing. He just borrowed a few totem poles with some small tribe leaders and played with them..."
Chapter completed!