The Golden-winged Garuda in this world has become extinct, and there are only a few left in the outer world. Naturally, it cannot be real in his hands, but even if it is only a subspecies, it is still very impressive.
Just when Zong Shou was surprised, the Thunder Winged Dragon lurking in his right arm suddenly poked out its head and swallowed the heart of the golden-winged roc into its belly with a sharp mouthful.
Legend has it that the Dapeng-winged bird can absorb the essence of dragons and gain strength. In particular, it likes to eat gentian.
On the other hand, if dragons can eat the heart of Garuda, they will also get considerable benefits. Not only can their supernatural powers and physical strength be increased, but also their physical strength can be increased.
And the moment the Thunder Pterodactyl swallowed the bloody heart, Zongshou could feel that the pair of wings that were born to protect it had changed again.
Although I can't see with my eyes, I know that those arms must be brighter and more dazzling, and can also absorb more of the sun's true flames.
When the heart "disappeared" in his hands, Zong Shou's eyes changed again.
This time, it was replaced by a dozen figures, dressed in black, each holding a maroon chain.
"Juelong City?"
For a moment, Zong Shou thought that what he saw before him was a real person. It was Juelong City, seeking revenge.
After a moment, I realized something and realized that everything in front of me was just an illusion.
The Dragon City in the Canglang Sea may not have existed for 14,000 years, but these people who hunted and killed dragons must have existed 14,000 years ago.
Zong Shou was startled for a moment, then the corners of his lips raised slightly.
What should I say? This dragon clan really pays attention to education.
The core of the spiritual formation in this inheritance place must have mistaken himself for a thunder dragon. In the first battle, an eighth-level thunder dragon was arranged to help him understand his own power.
The second and third battles were all against the dragon clan.
More than a dozen black chains rushed in from all directions. There was a giant hook at the tip, with blades on both sides.
If the twelve eighth-level powerful men were replaced by ordinary seventh-level true dragons, they would probably be broken into dozens of pieces by these dozen hooks and chains in the first place.
For Zong Shou, it was not much more difficult than the previous two battles. His figure suddenly retreated, like a swift shadow, avoiding the hook and chain lock. As he flicked his sleeves, a total of three hundred and sixty-five
There are needles scattered in all directions.
Zong Shou then chanted True Flame again.
A bit of Burning Sky Flame suddenly ignited in his hand, and then a bit of purple thunder poured into it. Just when it was about to explode, Zong Shou threw it out violently.
And when there was a loud explosion, black flames burned wildly, covering the entire land with a radius of tens of thousands of feet.
The deep purple current was beating and shining between the three hundred and sixty-five golden needles.
A miserable hissing sound was immediately heard throughout the area. Even though one knew it was not real, it was still horrifying to hear it.
And when the black flame dissipated, the last trace of lightning disappeared without a trace. And the twelve eighth-level figures were completely turned into powder and scattered into the sky.
However, among the ashes, pills gradually appeared. There were twelve pills in total, containing a blue luster.
Looks like pearls but not pearls, looks like jade but not jade.
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, took them all back into his hand, and fell into meditation again.
In my mind, I searched for memories about this thing.
"This is the dragon bone relic?"
According to legend, high-level dragon bones are burned and transformed into dragon bones. It is the most essence of the dragon clan.
It is said that for more than ten thousand years, Juelong City has been hunting and killing dragons in order to collect this object crazily.
Judging from the grade of this relic, it should be at least the bones of the spirit race above the spiritual realm.
What Ye Feishang said is indeed true. In this place of inheritance, it doesn't matter even if you fail, there are also considerable benefits.
But if you win, what you get is even more gratifying.
While he was still thinking, the Thunder Winged Dragon popped up again. It looked at Zong Shou with extremely longing eyes.
Zong Shou laughed and threw all twelve dragon bone relics into the Thunder Winged Dragon's mouth.
Although this thing has some uses, it is nowhere near as good as his natural guardian. Almost every dragon bone relic can make its body more powerful.
Continuing forward, after taking only three steps, Zong Shou saw a fourth change before his eyes.
"Is this the last time?"
Zong Shou murmured and looked in front of him. It is said that there are nine tests in the inheritance place. However, only the first four were in the illusion.
This change should be the last illusion.
This is a starry sky, with countless giant dragons fighting with the enemy. Between the sky, there are countless giants, countless phoenix birds, countless alien beasts, and human monks. There are also many aliens with black wings.
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The Fire Spirit Tribe, whose tattoos are covered with fire patterns, even breathes flames in their breath; the Golden Wing Tribe, who drives chariots and wears golden wings, and runs rampant everywhere. All kinds of strange races are fighting each other around a crack in the void.
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Just looking at it, I felt that it was so majestic and overwhelming that I couldn't stand it.
"It's an ancient war"
Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly and restrained his mind. Such magnificent bloody battles happened more than ten times in the middle of the "God Emperor" era, causing countless casualties. Races that disappeared from the ancient Yunhuang era returned again.
In the cloud world, the strong men who have gone to the outer realms for thousands of years have also returned one by one. Almost every other year, there is a bloody battle on a massive scale that shakes the world.
In the game, it is also simulated almost perfectly.
Zong Shou had seen it, so naturally he wouldn't be too surprised. He frowned and thought, it was obviously impossible for him to help the Dragon Clan win this level at this level. It was far beyond his ability.
Then the only answer is how to survive in this war.
With his thoughts settled, Zong Shou began to move forward with his hands behind his hands, wandering within the force of the Gangfeng Qi that was impacting and sweeping around.
Although his cultivation level is low, his martial arts cultivation level has reached the sword soul level, and he is already extremely powerful.
Around him, as long as there is a fight that does not go beyond the fairyland level, he can break it off half a step in advance and plan the evasive method.
I once watched the scene of Taichu, and sometimes my body reacted instinctively before I could think clearly in my mind.
Sure enough, after walking for half a moment, Zong Shou arrived at the edge of the battlefield unscathed.
This void once again disintegrated piece by piece. And there was something more in Zong Shou's hand.
It is a pair of pure black wings, each half of which is woven from a total of 33,333 pieces of night devil feathers as hard as gold steel.
"Wings of the Night Devil? Not right"
After careful identification, this pair of wings can not only hide the traces of aura, but also serve as armor to wrap the body. It also contains the power of space.
It should be possible to travel through space, but it's a pity that I can't give it a try.
However, his natural guardian cannot use this thing, but Weak Shui will definitely like it. With this thing, he will be even more powerful.
It’s interesting. This battle is to inform the younger generations. On the battlefield, survival is the most important thing, right?
They say dragons are wise, which is indeed true!
The illusion completely collapsed, and the real scene finally appeared in front of Zong Shou.
It was still a void, but the only thing I could see in the sky here was an almost real set of stars.
Although there is a vast area in front of me, all I can see are countless spiritual talismans spread throughout it, constantly changing.
There is already one person inside, a purple-faced Taoist who is about thirty years old. Zong Shou has seen him, and he should be the second most famous Taoist from the Holy Land.
He was traveling through the spiritual talisman, triggering the talisman from time to time. And in the starry sky, another beam of light would always fall down.
As for the purple-faced Taoist, although it was a bit laborious, he was unscathed. He walked forward very steadily step by step.
When Zong Shou arrived, the purple-faced Taoist looked back in surprise, as if he had never thought that someone would arrive here so quickly.
Zong Shou looked into the distance, and then his eyes flickered slightly.
At the end of this starry sky, there is a ball of spiritual chalcedony. It can help people attack the gate of immortality. Even the Lingyun Sect only treasures a few drops of low-grade spiritual objects!
That color and aura are definitely new! The amount of this ball of spirit chalcedony is probably more than twenty times more than what Lingyun Sect gave as a gift.
Without hesitation, Zong Shou stepped into the formation in front of him.
This level should be a test of the spiritual formation skills. Although he is not very good at the formation method, his level is pretty good.
I like this kind of formation the most, as the spirit patterns and talismans have never been hidden.
The nine veins of the Dragon Clan are all notoriously bad at formations. This one is not too difficult in the first place.
There is no need for him to use spiritual stones to violently attack. If you look directly, you can get a glimpse of the reality.
Behind the World Observation Platform, the ability of this formation and Tao seemed to have been somewhat sublimated. When he came out of the dome realm, he noticed it.
But at this moment, this feeling is even clearer.
Knowing the fundamentals of the Great Dao, these laws are at the end of the flow, so in his eyes, they are naturally easier to understand.
He walked forward, but not even a single starlight fell. After more than a hundred steps, he gradually caught up with the purple-faced Taoist.
The Taoist gradually became anxious and quickened his pace. However, more restrictions were triggered, and beams of starlight struck down, making his figure almost stagger.
At this time, a figure appeared outside the rear formation. It was Fang Ming. When he saw that the two of them had reached the middle and rear sections of the place, he frowned slightly, then returned to normal and walked in as well.
In the formation, he was neither hasty nor slow, neither arrogant nor impetuous, but his speed of movement was even faster than Zong Shou's.
Sixty steps further, Zong Shou was already walking side by side with the Taoist. He saw that he was almost at the end, less than ten steps away from the spirit chalcedony. Zong Shou next to him was almost beyond.
The purple-robed Taoist finally couldn't help it and accelerated again. The first four steps were still safe and sound.
But on the fifth step, the restriction was somehow triggered again. This time, dozens or hundreds of starlights bombarded down from the sky.
The purple-robed Taoist's expression instantly turned pale. He no longer dared to move forward. He raised a golden shield and covered it above his head, resisting the bombardment of the stars.
What Zong Shou looked at was grinning, and he crossed over leisurely. Easily, he wanted to put away the ball of spirit chalcedony. (To be continued)