Chapter 5142 (1/2)

Although the ball didn't refine RenWang's broken sword, it devoured the essence of RenWang's broken sword. For so many years, the ball has been refining the essence of RenWang's broken sword.

It's not surprising that refining the essence of RenWang's broken sword can turn into the appearance of RenWang's broken sword.

Lu Ming is looking forward to it. If there is a little power of Wang Peijian in the ball, it will be amazing.

Man Wang Peijian, what level of weapon is that? That's a real immortal soldier.

In the sea of the universe, no matter in the world of yin or yang, no one can create a real immortal soldier. The real immortal soldier is born naturally or from chaos. Everything is mysterious and unpredictable.

Boom!

The ball turns into Wang Peijian, and his breath is more abundant. His body is constantly bursting with powerful energy, and his cultivation is also constantly improving.

Soon after, the cultivation of the ball will be promoted to the peak at the beginning of the origin, but this is not the final stage. The breath of the ball continues to improve.

Soon after, the breath of the ball, once again soared, into the source of medium-term.

After entering the middle of Benyuan, the breath of the ball is still improving, but the speed is not as fast as before, but the momentum has not stopped, slow but firm.

Finally, the cultivation of the ball reached the peak in the middle of the origin, and then it really stopped.

”Lu Ming, give me food, I can still be promoted, just lack of energy.”

The sound of the ball came out suddenly.

”Here you are!”

Without hesitation, Lu Ming waved his hand and flew to the ball.

These Hongguang are all kinds of broken source level magic weapons, up to dozens of them.

Among them, the most dazzling are some pieces of mirrors.

These mirror fragments are quasi immortal soldiers. At the beginning, the eight clans in the forbidden area controlled this quasi immortal soldier against Lu Ming, but Lu Ming broke it with RenWang's broken sword. Lu Ming kept it for the ball.

”Good thing...”

The ball immediately sensed that these broken magic soldiers were out of control. It made a joyful sound. Then it opened its mouth and sucked. These pieces of quasi immortal soldiers and broken source level magic soldiers all flew into the mouth of the ball.

The body of the ball glows, trying to refine these broken pieces of source level magic soldiers and quasi immortal soldiers.

His body is like a melting pot. It's just a few days. The ball's body suddenly shakes and a more amazing breath bursts out.

Later period of origin!

Lu Ming's eyes brightened.

They are in the later period of the origin. Naturally, they can feel clearly that the cultivation of the ball has really entered the later period of the origin.

Before, it was just the peak of the God. Once it broke through, it broke through several levels and reached the later stage of the origin. It's incredible. If it spread, no one would believe it.

It can only be said that the talent of the ball is against the sky.

Of course, the essence of RenWang's sword is also amazing.

Lu Ming can't help thinking, if the ball can completely refine RenWang's broken sword, what will the cultivation reach?

Then he shook his head. It's not very realistic. Even if his talent goes against the sky and his cultivation is not enough, it's impossible to refine a complete immortal soldier.

After the cultivation of the ball reached the later stage of the origin, it really stopped and did not continue to climb.

It took a few days for the breath of the ball to converge, and the cultivation of the whole body was completely stabilized.

”Lu Ming, is there anything else to eat?”

The ball turns into a ball, flies to Lu Ming, blinks and looks at Lu Ming eagerly.

”What I gave you just now is finished?”

Lu Mingdao.

”Almost. Now I have made a breakthrough in cultivation, and my refining ability has been greatly improved. If I can refine the source level magic weapon quickly, even the incomplete quasi immortal soldier can refine quickly.”

The fairway.

”You big stomach King...”