You can see the Feathered Divine Bamboo in this place. Although Wang Xuan was in severe pain like his body was being torn apart, he still had many associations.
He guessed that this kind of sacred bamboo seems to be extremely important in the extraordinary realm!
Otherwise, why would we see two bamboo boats in succession? They are both extremely mysterious.
In addition, in the pre-Qin period, the most mysterious and powerful scriptures were also inscribed on this kind of bamboo.
pain!
Wang Xuan couldn't think about it anymore. His body was about to be torn apart and his whole body was stained red with blood. The demons and ghosts behind him insisted on pulling him to the foot of those high platforms.
"Who can tell me what the hell this place is?" he shouted loudly.
On the coast, under the hundreds of high platforms, there were densely packed creatures, and shouts and shouts came and went, but no one looked back, and no creature responded to him.
Wang Xuan frowned, feeling pained and helpless. This place was full of people, was there no one who was warm-hearted?
At the same time, he was also wondering, what kind of area is this?
Is everything he experienced real or illusory? However, when he touches his own body, it is definitely not fake, blood oozes out, and various mutations occur.
Finally, Wang Xuan took steps towards the high platform with the golden-winged roc. He wanted to ask clearly what was going on here.
Behind him, a group of monsters roared and tore at each other, but in the end many big monsters let go of him and gradually disappeared.
Only one raptor screamed loudly. Wang Xuan lowered his head and looked through the shadow on the ground. It looked like... a roc!
"Brother, may I ask..." Wang Xuan greeted, wanting to ask someone for advice.
However, those people seemed not to see him and ignored him.
He couldn't help but found a thin man, tapped him on the shoulder, and prepared to ask.
Silently, this person turned into a rain of light and disappeared.
Wang Xuan backed up and accidentally bumped into a woman. She also shattered into pieces and evaporated here.
He gasped, who are these people? They are intangible and untouchable.
He didn't kill any living beings, right? That shouldn't be a real life form, right?
The thin man and the woman both maintained their high spirits and showed no signs of pain even when they were broken.
At this time, on the grand high platform, the golden-winged roc in the golden light suddenly opened its eyes. Suddenly the whole world seemed to freeze, and everything was silent, and all sounds disappeared.
It glanced at Wang Xuan, closed its eyes again, and heard a faint voice: "Do you choose the path of the Golden-winged Dapeng?"
Then, Wang Xuan felt his hands feel hot, and the energy spurted out, expanded, and actually turned into a pair of golden wings.
At the same time, the red feathers, snake tail, horns, three heads and multiple arms on his body were also dissipating, and then energy surged to form golden feathers.
Is he transforming into a golden-winged roc? Fortunately, it is only a preview in the form of energy.
"No choice!" Wang Xuan shook his head violently.
Although the golden-winged roc is a top species in mythology and is incredibly powerful, after all, he does not want to turn into a monster, he just wants to be a human being.
He kept retreating, and the sound of birdsong came from behind him. The shadow of the big bird on the ground was chirping and struggling, very unwillingly.
Wang Xuan's trend of transforming into a peng stopped, and he returned to the state of bleeding all over his body again.
He was silent and looked ahead. Under the high platform, there were many creatures transforming into birds!
However, most of the people exploded with bangs, their flesh and blood shattered, and no bones left.
There were so many people, but only a few creatures rushed to the sky, turned into golden birds, flapped their wings, and finally flew away.
The golden birds they transformed into are extraordinary creatures with the blood of the Peng clan, but they are not yet true golden-winged rocs. They only set the direction for the future. When they become top powerhouses, they will almost become golden-winged rocs.
Wang Xuan was moved. Among the hundreds of creatures, only five were successful, and one of them was a human.
"In those myths and legends, some demons were transformed into humans?"
Not only ferocious birds and beasts can turn into monsters, but even humans can choose this path!
"Whether they succeed or fail, those humans are wearing ancient costumes. These are old scenes from many years ago."
Wang Xuan made this judgment.
At the same time, he thought of the words of those young people. One of the key words of this place was the word "pass away".
"Everything that has passed away?" Wang Xuan said to himself.
The old things from many years ago surfaced here, but they still possessed some extraordinary power. He believed that if he had just nodded and agreed to transform into a peng, he would really become a monster.
At this time, behind him, the ferocious bird let out its last long cry, exploded and dissipated, leaving no trace of it on the ground.
Then, a group of demons danced around behind him, and the shadows that had faded earlier reappeared, tearing at him, causing his body to suffer severe pain again and bleeding continuously.
Wang Xuan's heart moved and he walked towards the second high platform.
Sure enough, just as he guessed, the group of demons dissipated, leaving only the shadow of a demon behind him, roaring continuously.
On the high platform, the huge Thousand-Armed True God said in the hazy light group: "Do you choose to become the Thousand-Armed True God?"
In an instant, two large arms grew densely on both sides of Wang Xuan's body, all dancing, making him dizzy just looking at them!
"No choice!" he said loudly, quickly backing up.
He saw that under the high platform, all the creatures were transforming and giving birth to many pairs of arms. In the end, only seven creatures succeeded.
There was only one old monk who was a real human being. He grew out of eighteen arms, and with a haze of light on his body, he gradually faded away.
"Does Buddhism's three heads, six arms, thousand-hand magical powers, etc. have such origins?" Wang Xuan was surprised and unsure.
Under the high platform, all the remaining losers exploded, leaving no bones, only blood on the ground.
Even though these are old things from ancient times, Wang Xuan was still horrified when he saw them. It was so tragic that thousands of powerful men of unknown levels died.
This time, after the Thousand-Handed Demon behind him roared, the shadow left on the ground completely disappeared!
Until this time, Wang Xuan felt confident. Then he walked to one high platform after another, constantly rejecting, and the shadow of the demon behind him became less and less.
"If you are willing to follow the path of my clan, the top powerful clans in the world can take the form of humans and reveal their true form, as you wish!"
On a grand high platform, the big demon in the purple light group opened his mouth and said a few more words. It seemed to see that Wang Xuan cared about his life.
"No!" Wang Xuan still refused, and soon, another demon shadow disappeared behind him!
Until a person appeared on a high platform, with an immortal air and spiritual bones, surrounded by white mist, coming out of the dust and misty, no matter how you looked at it, he looked like a true immortal.
"Are you willing to walk...the path of evil?" the man asked, with a gentle smile, and looked at Wang Xuan several times.
Human demon? This is still not a human race!
Moreover, at this time, Wang Xuan sensed his own changes. His appearance remained unchanged, but he was roaring on the inside.
He took a breath of air. The human demons looked like humans on the outside, but their internal structures were completely different. Of course, this was just the evolution of energy, and the flesh and blood remained unchanged.
At this point, Wang Xuan didn't think about it at all and refused all the way. Regardless of whether they were in human form or not, these were demons.
Even later, a human clan of immortals emerged.
After Wang Xuan carefully observed the inside, he found that the inside of this creature had nothing to do with humans.
He walked through hundreds of high platforms and saw many races in myths and legends, but he rejected them all. In the end, there was no shadow of the demon behind him.
Wang Xuan looked at himself. Although he was covered in blood, he had returned to human form.
"This is the devil's secret path!"
Wang Xuan whispered that he refused this secret road.
The medicinal aroma he smelled came from the blood flowing out of him. Was it because the medicinal properties of the blood grapes he had eaten had been eliminated?
What an unexpected change, that it can be cleared like this!
Hundreds of high platforms are still there, but the dense creatures under the platforms are gone, and the entire coast is quiet.
The ocean also calmed down, the waves no longer hit the sky, and the boat made of feathered sacred bamboo came to the shore.
"Get on the boat!" Suddenly, someone said.
Wang Xuan was startled, it was so unexpected, and he raised his head in surprise.
A man actually appeared on the golden bamboo boat. He was wearing a raincoat and holding a fishing rod made of feathered sacred bamboo. He was sitting on the bow of the boat with his back to the coast.
He did not actually make a sound, but conveyed his meaning in spirit.
"Why do you want me to get on the boat?" Wang Xuan asked.
"Didn't you reject all kinds of top 'real body' paths?" The man was surprised.
Wang Xuan immediately understood that the ‘real body’ he was referring to was the true body of various creatures such as the golden-winged roc and human immortals, which were powerful enough!
"If you don't take the top real body path, as an alien, you can only take the path of becoming a human being, why don't you get on the boat?" The man in the raincoat still didn't turn around.
Wang Xuan felt that he had been tricked by those aliens, and now he was sure that this was indeed the devil's secret path!
He whispered: "As a human being, do you still want to get on the ship?"
He had no idea what to do if this man was a big demon and swallowed him as blood food? What he experienced today was unbelievable.
The man was calm and still did not look back, saying: "Humans and aliens can take the path of the demon's true form, and naturally they can also take the path of human transformation. Even though you are a human, you should...you can still walk."
No matter how Wang Xuan heard it, he felt that this man didn't seem so sure.
He gritted his teeth and decided to board the ship. He had seen all kinds of monsters and monsters, so what else did he care about.
As a result, as soon as he approached the bamboo boat, the man immediately felt disgusted and said: "I have been ferrying for so many years, and the people and monsters I have met are either orchids or musk deer, or they have the fragrance of immortality, or they are the weakest, who have just become real
The souls of practitioners are not so smelly."
When Wang Xuan heard this, he really wanted to slap him!
However, he smelled it and found that the smell on his body had not been washed away after escaping from the snake's belly.
But this man is too direct and unbearable.
"No, you are not a practitioner, you are just a mortal. How did you get in? You are not dead." The man spoke again.
Of course, every time he spoke, he actually expressed his meaning in spirit.
Wang Xuan immediately realized that when he said that he had just become a practitioner, he meant setting foot on the extraordinary. In ancient times, this was just...the initial stage!
"Hey, it's interesting. You have a very strong interior element in your body. I see." The man said, and then urged him to get on the boat.
"Your tutor actually takes such good care of you, a mortal, and takes you into the interior locations several times."
The man sighed and thought about it silently. He suddenly turned his head and said, "You must have obtained the rare treasure in the interior, right?"
"What is an interior treasure?" Wang Xuan asked.
"A strong man at the ancestral level died unexpectedly. Before his death, he refined a corner of the interior and blended it with real-world treasures to form a rare treasure."
Wang Xuan looked moved and said: "A smaller version of the interior location?"
"You can understand it this way." The man nodded. At this time, he had turned around.
However, Wang Xuan didn't see his person, it was just a coir raincoat, and it was empty inside, with only a faint mist lingering in the darkness.
"What a surprise?" The mist in the coir raincoat rippled, and then a blurry man's face condensed.
He sighed: "A long time has passed, where are there still living humans and monsters? Everything is just to keep the promise. In your words, it means that extraordinary power is leading, ferrying, and guarding here. I am just a remnant.
of extraordinary power.”
He briefly communicated with Wang Xuan and gradually became familiar with modern terms.
"In this case, I can take you to trade. I think someone will be very interested in the rare treasures inside."
Having said this, he gave off a faint light, and the bamboo boat moved and began to cross the sea.
"Who are we making a deal with?" Wang Xuan asked with a frown. This ferryman was too mysterious.
"We'll be there soon." The bamboo boat was like a stream of light crossing the endless sea, and finally reached the depths of the ocean.
He inadvertently glanced at the dagger on Wang Xuan's body and said, "This dagger seems to have some skills. Do you want to trade with me?"
Although he was careless, Wang Xuan had an instinctive intuition that this dagger should be much more precious than he said.
"I don't want to change it yet." He refused.
The man nodded and said: "According to some agreement left a long time ago, I will bring you here and you can trade with them."
"Where is the person?" Wang Xuan didn't see anyone.
"Wait patiently." The ferryman shook his hands and shook the fishing rod made of feathered sacred bamboo, then swung it violently, and the fishing line and hook flew into the sky under the moonlit night.
Wang Xuan was speechless. Is this person going to fish in the air?
Then he discovered that the fishing line and hook really didn't fall down and were hung somewhere.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the sky lit up and a hazy halo appeared.
Wang Xuan was shocked. What did he see? There seemed to be immortals in the big curtain!
How did the ferryman throw his rod and catch the fish behind the curtain? What level of monster is he? It should be the feathered level!
"Someone is very interested and wants to trade with you," the ferryman said.
Wang Xuan had a lot of questions that he wanted to ask for help, but he was holding them back now because he was afraid of dealing with those creatures that left big holes in ancient times.
As a result, the ferryman now seems to have contacted the immortals and wants to trade with him!
Thank you: Sister Corn, trumpet four, thank you leader for your support!