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Si Rong did not expect that within a short period of time since the three spiritual beasts began to transcend the tribulation, more than a dozen monks would gather here.
Although this place is not the core of the swampy wasteland, it is already 20 to 30 million miles into the swampy wasteland.
Generally, the monsters living here are monsters that have survived the tribulation of demon transformation.
Although monster beasts can survive the catastrophe like monks transforming into infants, monster beasts are still different from monks. Some monster beasts will condense demon infants during the catastrophe, while some will only sacrifice their own Yuan Dan.
Generally, the monster beasts that condense the monster babies will transform into human bodies. The human body is the most suitable form for all things in the world to comprehend the great ways of heaven and earth. And after transforming, the monster beasts will generally have their spiritual intelligence opened.
Therefore, it will be easier to advance your cultivation by generally cultivating the form of demon.
Of course, in terms of this level of advancement, it is only compared to those who have no spiritual intelligence and do not cultivate monster infants and monsters. Any demon cultivator is extremely difficult to practice. If you don't have pure blood, you will have your own ancestors after cultivating to a certain level.
When the talent appears, it is extremely difficult for the monster to step into the realm of divine connection.
But everything in the world has its own reason for existence. Even if it is an ordinary plant, as long as it has the opportunity, it is naturally possible to understand the great way of heaven and earth and cultivate the supreme path and fruit.
At this moment, the place where Si Rong and Qin Fengming were staying was in the swamp wasteland, which was considered a place where high-level monsters existed. Logically, not many monks would enter such an area.
Qin Fengming naturally had this consideration in choosing this place to let the spirit beasts survive the calamity.
However, at this moment, not long after the spirit beast had passed through the tribulation, it had already attracted more than a dozen monks, and among them there were several extremely weak waves of escaping light, which made Si Rong very surprised.
But she didn't have any worries. She didn't believe that anyone here would dare to be unreasonable in front of her.
What made Si Rong's expression slightly gloomy was that the dozen or so rays of light, shrouded in her voice, did not stop at all, and the waves continued to move towards where she was standing.
Facing this scene, Si Rong's charming face suddenly showed an icy look.
It's just that the cold expression didn't make Si Rong look angry. Instead, it gave her expression a different charm, which made everyone's heart tremble when they saw it.
"Hahaha, there is someone here, and she is such a beautiful and charming person. It's great. This violent surge of energy in the world, could it be that your spirit beast is trying to survive the Mahayana catastrophe?"
Just as anger emerged in Si Rong's chest, a voice that was also not very loud suddenly sounded from a distance. The voice was very clear, passed from afar, and entered her ears.
Although the voice was not loud and there were not many words, there was a wild laughter in it.
The laughter was crisp, loud, and very pleasant. But when Si Rong heard it at first, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, because there seemed to be a hint of frivolity in the voice.
As the voice fell, more than a dozen rays of light also shot out, and they seemed to calmly stop in front of Si Rong.
Looking at the group of monks in front of her, Si Rong's eyes flashed with a solemn look. But the solemn look in her eyes only flickered, and then disappeared again.
There are fifteen monks in this group, nine male monks, six female monks, and a huge bird with a strong body.
Four of these nine male cultivators were wearing specially-made uniforms with uniform styles. The clothing on their bodies showed a thick and tough aura, which was obviously a kind of precious armor with great defensive capabilities.
There were five other male cultivators, one of whom was sitting on the back of the bird that was covered in gray and black, with huge wings slowly swinging, and a fierce look in its eyes, while the other four were lined up on both sides, obviously protecting it.
Six female nuns were also beside Feiqiao, as if they were maids.
These fifteen people, four monks wearing armor, were only at the peak level of spiritual enlightenment. But the four male cultivators suspended on both sides of the raptor all showed the aura fluctuations of the late Xuanling stage and the peak.
Even the six female cultivators who look like maids are all in the early or middle stage of Xuanling.
These six female cultivators are all extremely beautiful. Although they all have some differences in appearance compared to Si Rong, among the Fengyang tribe, which is rich in beauties, the appearance of these six female cultivators can all be considered outstanding.
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It's just that these six female cultivators all have a strange look in the corner of their eyes and between their brows. And when they look at Si Rong, there is an even colder look in their eyes, as if they are extremely resentful towards her.
Si Rong ignored everyone and looked at them, his eyes falling on the young monk sitting cross-legged on the back of the raptor.
Si Rong's heart suddenly trembled when she saw this young man. She couldn't even tell the cultivation level of the young monk in front of her.
Si Rong was unable to sense its realm, which shocked Si Rong's heart.
In such a situation, there can only be one scenario, and that is that this extremely handsome young monk is a Mahayana monk who is extremely proficient in the magical power of concentrating energy.
If the opponent is a Xuanling cultivator, even if he has the magical power to gather energy, Si Rong will definitely be able to see through the opponent's cultivation with the methods he uses at this moment.
Si Rong didn't know any of these dozen monks.
However, Si Rong is convinced that these dozen people are not from the Cangyan Realm, nor are they monks from the realms near the Cangyan Realm. Otherwise, based on her experience, it is impossible not to know about this man sitting on the back of the raptor.
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As soon as more than a dozen monks stopped, the young monk who was sitting upright locked his eyes on Si Rong.
His expression has a faint smile. At first glance, his handsome expression and faint smile give people a very friendly and approachable feeling. However, there is something strange and unsettling in his handsome expression and bright eyes.
The meaning of Ming exists.
The young man's body was full of breath, and he was sitting on the bird, but he seemed calm and composed.
"Which realm are you from, and why are you in my Cangyan realm?" Si Rong ignored the other party's question, but glanced at the young man who was sitting upright, and said coldly.
Her words seemed cold, but her handsome face did not show much fear or anger.
"Your cultivation is extraordinary, and it seems that you have already passed through a Mahayana tribulation. And several of your spirit beasts are also very extraordinary. One of them is actually going through a Mahayana tribulation. Now Liu will give you a choice, which is to worship him.
Liu's sect, I will teach you how to practice, and you will definitely survive the Mahayana tribulation and become a top being in the spiritual world." What left Si Rong speechless was that the young monk sitting on the bird suddenly spoke.
Such is the way.
As the young man spoke, he looked at Si Rong with piercing eyes. His eyes kept flickering and looking around, as if he wanted to shine a light on her whole body.
It was an extremely provocative look, as if she was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with no regard for her feelings.
Facing this young monk's unscrupulous gaze, Si Rong's anger surged even more.
"Hmph, you're really arrogant in teaching me how to practice. I'm afraid you don't have enough knowledge to serve me tea and water." Si Rong's heart sank, and she snorted coldly. She said this, but she was wary in her heart.
The idea arose.
The people in this group are obviously not ordinary people. Not to mention the young monk, the existence of the fourteen people who seem to be followers is enough for any ethnic group to dare not look down upon.
"Hahaha, you are saying that I am not worthy of teaching you how to practice? It seems that you think you are better than Liu. Then I will give you a chance. You can choose one person from Liu, as long as you can master it within three moves.
If you capture him, then Liu will worship you as his teacher, how about receiving your guidance?"
What Si Rong never expected was that the young man sitting cross-legged on the back of the raptor would suddenly say such words.
