"Is it the heart of Garuda?"
The Golden-winged Dapeng has become extinct in this world, and only some remain in the outer realm. 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. Take a big gulp. Swallow the heart of this golden-winged roc into your belly.
Legend has it that the golden-winged roc can absorb the essence of dragons and gain strength. Especially gentian is my favorite food.
On the other hand, if the dragon clan can eat the heart of the Garuda, they will also gain considerable benefits.
Not only can it increase the power of supernatural powers, but it can also increase the strength of the physical body.
And the moment the Thunder Winged Dragon swallowed the bloody heart. Zong Shou could feel that the pair of wings that were born to protect him had changed again.
Although he couldn't see it visually, he knew that those wings must be brighter and more dazzling, and could also absorb more of the sun's true flames.
When the heart "disappeared" in front of Zong Shou's hand, it 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 he was a real person in front of him. It's Juelong City, seeking revenge.
After a moment, I realized something, and realized that everything in front of me was just an illusion.
The Juelong City in Canglang Sea may not have existed for 14,000 years. But these people who hunted and killed dragons must have lived fourteen thousand years ago. It already exists.
Zong Shou was startled, and 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 of this inheritance place. He must have mistaken himself for a thunder dragon.
In the first battle, an eighth-level thunder dragon was arranged, which could help him understand his own power.
The second and third battles were all Long Lou's mortal enemies.
More than a dozen black chains rushed in from all directions. There is a giant hook at the tip, which is sharpened on both sides.
If the twelve eighth-level powerhouses 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. The figure suddenly retreated, like a swift shadow, avoiding the hook and chain lock. As he flicked his sleeves, a total of 365 golden needles were 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 ten thousand feet.
The deep purple current was beating and shining between the three hundred and sixty-five golden needles.
A miserable hissing sound was heard throughout the entire area. Even though I knew it was not true, hearing it made my hair stand on end.
And when the black flame dissipated, the last trace of lightning disappeared without a trace. The twelve eighth-level figures were completely turned into powder and dispersed in the air.
However, among the ashes, pills gradually appeared. Twelve in total, with a blue sheen in their mouths.
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 his mind, he searched for memories about this thing.
"Is this a dragon bone relic?" According to legend, high-level dragon bones were 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.
Ye Feishang was indeed right, in this place of inheritance. Even if you lose, it doesn't matter, there is still a lot of hope
the benefits of.
But if you win, what you get is even more gratifying.
While he was still thinking, the Thunder Winged Dragon popped up again. He 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. But it is far inferior to his natural guardian. Almost every dragon bone relic can make his body more powerful.
Continue to move forward, only taking three steps. The fourth change occurred before Zong Shou's eyes.
"Is it the last time?"
Zong Shou murmured and looked in front of him. It is said that there are nine tests in the inheritance place. But only the first four times were in the illusion.
This change should be the last illusion.
This is a starry sky, with countless giant dragons fighting against the enemy. In the sky, there are countless giants, countless phoenix birds, countless strange beasts, and human monks. There are also many foreign races, the night demons with black wings: the fire spirit tribe whose soul body tattoos are full of fire patterns, and even the breathing is spitting out flames; the golden wings who drive chariots, wear golden wings, and run rampant everywhere Wing clan. Thousands of strange races are fighting each other around a crack in the void.
Just looking at it, I felt that it was so majestic and overwhelming.
"It's an ancient war"
Bi Shou narrowed his eyes slightly and then calmed down. Such magnificent bloody battles occurred more than ten times in the middle period of the "God Emperor" era, resulting in countless casualties. The race that disappeared from the ancient Yunhuang era has returned to the Cloud Realm again. Over the course of thousands of years, the powerful men who went to the outer lands one after another 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 before, so naturally he wouldn't be too surprised. Frowning in 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 back. Wandering within 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.
Anyone around him can judge the situation one step ahead and plan ways to avoid it, as long as it is a fight that does not go beyond the fairyland level.
I once watched the scene of Taichu. Sometimes my body would react 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 is disintegrating piece by piece again. 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 thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three night devil feathers as hard as gold steel.
"Wings of the Night Demon? No, look carefully. These wings can not only hide the traces of aura, but can also be used as armor to wrap the body. They also contain the power of space.
It should be able to penetrate the edge 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, waiting will be even more powerful.
Interestingly, this battle is to inform the younger generations. On the battlefield, is survival the most important thing
They say dragons are wise, and that’s true!
The illusion completely collapsed, and the real scene finally appeared in front of Zong Shou.
It's still a void, but all I can see in the sky here is a patch of almost "real" stars.
Although the area in front of him was vast, all he could see were countless spirit patterns and talismans spread throughout it, constantly changing.
There was already a person inside, a purple-faced Taoist about thirty years old. Zong Shou has seen him, he should be the second Dao Ming sect from the Holy Land.
He is piercing through the spiritual talisman, triggering the talisman from time to time. And there will always be another beam of light falling in the starry sky.
As for the purple-faced Taoist, although it was a bit difficult, he himself was unscathed. Step by step, very steadily, I walked forward.
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 flashed slightly.
At the end of the starry sky, there was 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 not wrong! The amount of this ball of spirit chalcedony was probably more than twenty times more than what Lingyun Sect had given as a gift. Without hesitation, Zong Shou stepped into the formation in front of him.
This level should be a test of spiritual formation attainments. Although his formation skills are not very good, 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 Dragon Clan members are all notoriously bad at array formations. This place is not too difficult.
There is no need for him to use spiritual stones to violently attack. By looking directly, you can get a glimpse of reality.
Behind the Observation Stage, the abilities of this array formation seem to have been somewhat improved. When you come out of the dome, you will be aware of it.
But at this moment, this feeling is even clearer.
Once he knows the fundamentals of the great road, these laws are of no use, and naturally they are easier to understand in his eyes.
He strode forward, but not even a hint of 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. But it triggered more restrictions, and beams of starlight struck down. His figure almost staggered.
At this time, a figure appeared outside the rear formation. It was Fang Ming who frowned slightly when he saw that the two of them were already at the middle and rear of the place. Then he returned to normal and walked into the formation as well. But he was neither in a hurry nor slow, neither arrogant nor impetuous, but he moved forward faster than Zong Shou.
Sixty steps further, Zong Shou was already walking side by side with the Taoist. Seeing that it was almost at the end, it was less than ten steps away from the spirit chalcedony. Zong Shou next to him was about to pass.
The purple-clothed Taoist couldn't help but speed up again.
The first four steps were still safe and sound.
But on the fifth step, the restriction was somehow triggered again. This time, there were dozens or hundreds of stars bombarding down in the sky.
The expression of the Taoist in purple also turned pale instantly. No longer daring to move forward, a golden shield was raised to cover the sky above his head, resisting the bombardment of the stars.
Zong Shou grinned and crossed over leisurely. Easily, I wanted to put away the ball of spirit chalcedony.