Pang Yue still chose to enter the world as a magic talisman clone.
The seven magic talisman clones such as Xing Chong, Zhou Guang, Huang Quan, Yuan Gu, Yan Emperor Demon Crown, Red Eyes, and Ten Color Demon Vine are comparable to the seven true kings of Yuanshen, and are enough to deal with all kinds of problems.
If this fruit of heaven can be picked and refined, the restriction of Jiutian Miluo Pagoda may be raised to the thirty-ninth level!
By then, his cultivation will be comparable to the third level of the Yuan Shen.
Xuantian's treasure refining technique combined with ancient ships from all realms makes cultivation so fast!
As long as the treasure materials needed to refine the Jiutian Miluo Pagoda are solved... the road ahead will be smooth.
Pang Yue stood on the ancient bronze ship, and seven rays of magic light flew out from behind him, heading towards the Heavenly Fruit.
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Dark and mist all around, dark color towering into the sky.
In the dusk sky, seven streams of light flashed across.
On the ground below, there is a huge and vast forest, which is full of towering ancient trees, dense and dense, blocking out the sky and the sun, and strange flowers and plants are everywhere.
This huge and vast forest stretches in all directions and can't be seen at a glance.
Seven streams of light hovered over the forest. One of the streams of light turned into the water of the underworld, flowing into the void, and then rotated and transformed into a tall, handsome man in black robe.
I saw him wave his sleeves and put away the other six magic lights.
Among the seven magic talisman clones, the Underworld Demon is the best at dyeing vitality, and can transform all kinds of vitality and mana between heaven and earth, and is the most suitable for lurking and hiding.
At this moment, Pang Yue felt the strange vitality of heaven and earth, and silently sensed the laws of heaven in this world, and found that the laws were indeed much stricter.
"There may be many souls in this world... let's find a native to take a look first!"
He thought to himself and did not set up a large formation and altar rashly.
To pick the fruits of heaven is to compete with the power of one realm. If you are not completely sure, it is better to be careful.
He sensed it for a moment, then his body swayed and turned into a dark water light, flying towards the distance in the gradually dimming twilight.
In the forest below, the unknown ancient trees are like pines, cypresses and firs, towering and towering, up to a hundred feet high, extremely thick, and exuding strong wood energy.
The forest in the main film stretches for countless thousands of miles. There are many strange beasts and ferocious birds in the forest, but the level is low, not beyond the breath-taking and Taoist realms.
Pang Yue flew for two full hours, and three bright moons rose in the sky. The bright moonlight shone down, making it even more tranquil.
In the distant forest, a "giant tree" thousands of feet high appeared.
The tree crown is as huge as a mountain, as if suspended above the forest sea.
The light shone in the canopy, and strange-shaped wooden palaces, jade towers, flying pavilions, and cloud towers were either located in the canopy or suspended above the sea of clouds.
The light emitted from these buildings converges into thousands of lights, making the entire canopy look like a bustling city.
Pang Yue sensed that countless qi machines were gathered in the tree canopy, as many as hundreds of thousands!
Among them, here and there, there are actually a few qi machines at the golden elixir level.
The water light he transformed quietly approached the tree crown, and encountered an invisible barrier dozens of miles away from the tree crown.
Pang Yue easily cracked the restriction and broke in directly without alerting anyone.
After approaching the tree crown, Pang Yue stood down and observed silently, seeing the indigenous races in this world for the first time...
This type is generally huge in size, from three to five feet tall, human-shaped, with wings on its back, and its appearance is close to that of the human race.
Pang Yue secretly called them the Wing Clan.
This tree crown is like a tribe, with hundreds of thousands of winged tribes living in it, and nearly half of them are able to practice, but most are only in the breath-taking realm.
Daoji Realm has become the mainstay of the tribe, his status has been greatly improved, and he has many residences, servants, guards, wives and concubines.
There are five Wing Clan whose strength has reached the Golden Core level, each occupying one side.
Among them, the strongest Qi machine is only in the middle stage of Jindan.
Pang Yue flew toward the top of the tree crown, a cave built on the trunk of the giant tree, quietly broke through the restrictions outside the cave, and sneaked into it.
Compared to Pang Yue's size, this cave is tall and majestic, spacious and quiet inside.
Pang Yue manifested his form, and Xianting walked in the cave, following the Qi machine to the door of a quiet room.
With a flick of his finger, the door of the quiet room and the restrictions on the door disappeared silently.
A low shout came from the quiet room. Before the tall figure could rush out, Pang Yue waved his sleeves to subdue him. A burst of magic power rushed into the quiet room and pinned him to the ground.
In the quiet room, there was a middle-aged winged man with a height of five feet, a slender body, wearing a gorgeous platinum robe, and a noble temperament.
There are six wings on his back, and the feathers are all grey-brown. Their roots are like swords, emitting wisps of electric light.
At this time, he was lying on the ground, as if an extremely heavy mountain was pressing on his body, unable to move.
He looked at the door in horror, but saw only a distorted light.
It was as if there was an extremely powerful being walking towards him.
Pang Yue walked up to him and put his hand on Yi Clan's forehead.
This Wing Clan, who is the strongest and most noble within tens of thousands of miles, can't even struggle to resist.
An incomparably huge spiritual consciousness invaded his sea of consciousness with an almost overbearing and arrogant attitude, and everything he had experienced in the past.
Search for souls!
Pang Yue's expression moved slightly, and as he learned more about this world, his eyes gradually brightened.
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This realm is called Tianyu Realm.
This vast and boundless forest is called the Kuye Forest Sea, and it is the territory of the Ember Spirit Wing Clan.
The tribe that Pang Yue accidentally found belonged to one of the thirty-six major tribes under the Ashling Wing Clan.
The strongest race in the Tianyu Realm is the Wing Clan.
The Ember Spirit Winged Clan is one of the hundreds of Winged Clan, and one of the six major forces of the Winged Clan.
In this clan's holy land, there is a great elder who has already cultivated the soul and has eight wings. He is called a saint!
Ranked eighth on the Tianyu Realm Ranking!
According to Pang Yue's Soul Search, there are a total of thirteen Eight-Winged Yuan Saints in the entire Tianyu Realm, and they are all on the Heavenly Ranking.
The largest wing clan among them is called the Golden Wing clan, and there are four eight-winged souls in the clan.
One of them is even comparable to a powerful person in the middle stage of Yuan Shen.
However, the number of souls in this world is still within Pang Yue's expectations.
Coupled with the large number of four-winged Golden Core Wing Clan, if he hastily set up a large formation and altar, I am afraid that he will not be able to block the backlash of many Wing Clan in this world.
We can only break through one by one!
First cut off or suppress the eight-winged souls on the heavenly list one by one, then set up a large formation to calmly refine the way of heaven...
What makes Pang Yue happy is that after some experiments, it was found that although the Wing Clan in this world does not have as long a life span as the Demon Clan, their Qi machine bloodline is quite similar and can be restrained by his Demon Refining Pot!
The lifespan of the Wing Clan in this world is actually shorter than that of the human race.
The average lifespan of an average Wing Clan is only a few hundred years.
The Wing Clan in the Qi-eating Realm can gain an extra fifty years of life and enjoy a lifespan of one hundred and fifty years.
The four-winged Daoji-wing clan has a life span of two hundred years.
The six-winged Golden Core Wing Clan has a life span of three hundred years.
The eight-winged Yuanshen Wing Clan has a lifespan of one thousand years.
Perhaps due to the way of heaven, the Yi clan in this world have cultivated to the realm of golden elixir. There is no such thing as a catastrophe of heaven, destiny, or human catastrophe. Instead, they use the strange light of heaven and earth to refine the elixir, and the elixir breaks the spirit.
If you can't withstand the tempering of the strange light of heaven and earth, you will die on the spot.
Therefore, the Jindan Wing Clan in this world breaks through the Yuanshen, which has a rather tragic connotation.
After Pang Yue searched for the soul, he quickly sorted out a clue.
The great elder of the Ember Spirit Wing Clan, Zi Kuang, is now nine hundred and ninety-nine years old. His end is approaching, but the Ember Spirit Wing Clan has no new eight-winged soul...
The huge sea of dry night forest has long been targeted by the Dark Night Royal Court in the north, and they are waiting for the death of the great elder Zi Kuang to stretch out their claws and devour this rich treasure land.
This is undoubtedly a sign that the Ember Spirit Wings are turning from prosperity to decline, but...there is nothing they can do.
Most of the masters of the Ember Spirit Wing Clan who have reached the peak of the Golden Core have fallen into the strange light of heaven and earth, and have failed to break through the soul and give birth to eight wings.
Among the remaining masters of the golden elixir, no one dares to take the risk to try to break through.
Nowadays, the entire sea of Dry Night Forest can be said to be covered with clouds.
this day.
Pang Yue left the tribe and headed straight towards the Holy Land of the Ember Spirit Wings - the Sky Tree.
"I hope it's not too late..."
Pang Yue said silently in his heart.
If the Neng Demon tainted the great elder Zi Kuang, considering his status as a master who was on the verge of death, in order to protect the ethnic group, would it not be too much to kill several souls of the hostile forces before his death?