diskusbooks Chapter 130: Zhongji can also accept
Chapter 130: Zhongji can also accept
Gaba, he broke his neck and threw him at his feet like Tushan Susu.
He barely has the strength of a third-level warrior and can fly for a short period of time. His sea of consciousness is not as good as that of an ordinary person, and he does not have a golden elixir.
Is it an alien race or a monster? Could it be a human?
"Who knows what this is?"
Wen Wan'er's uncle narrowed his eyes and said softly, "This is the birdman tribe, from the distant western foreign lands. Those who have reached this level are called gods there."
"What? You're called a god when you look like this?"
Uncle San laughed and said, "In the barbarian land, bird-men are called the gods of wisdom, and dog-men with dog heads and human bodies are called the gods of death. Haha, I have also heard the master talk about them occasionally."
E Xifeng's eyes sparkled, and he clapped his hands, praising softly, "I heard that a few years ago, the Grand Master had conquered the Western Regions for fifteen years, forcing them to either surrender and claim to be subordinates or to be destroyed and change their names. Just thinking about it is really magnificent. I wish I could follow the Grand Master."
Wen Wan'er also fought back with great force, and the fight was earth-shattering. In the end, she cut off the bird's head with a sword, kicked the headless corpse away with her feet, and jumped back with a somersault in the air.
"Big sister is so awesome." Zhou Sheng was the first to speak.
"Congratulations, big sister, for your further improvement in strength and for killing the bird-headed monster." E Xifeng also had a gentle and polite smile on her face.
Suddenly, a hurricane blew up in the sky, the sky darkened, one of the space cracks exploded, and endless light poured down.
The palace, which had been a little dim, immediately became clearer.
Countless bird-people were flying and hiding in the palace. Some bird-people were swept by the light and turned into nothingness.
Zhang Song seemed to be thinking about something. It seemed that these bird people were determined to occupy this place at any cost.
"Why don't we go down first." Zhou Sheng felt it was too chilly in this place. It was too dangerous. If the bird people went crazy and rushed down in a group, it would be just like the house sparrows eating.
Zhang Song nodded slightly, stood up, and tapped his thigh lightly with the bone pestle in his hand.
"It seems I can't wait any longer." Tushan Susu's gentle face had a hint of boldness. She pinched the white silk ribbon in both hands and rushed into the air.
"I'm going to lose money, and I don't know if I can find those items." He soared into the sky, with a sharp aura on his body, like an ancient ferocious beast. He floated in the air, shattered the lightning that was splitting towards him, and rushed towards a palace that he had chosen earlier.
"Haha, that's quite interesting. I don't even want to beat you two to death." Zhang Mo laughed and flew straight into the air.
Storm lightning, huge undercurrent vortex.
The buildings at the top of the treetops look like reefs in a whirlpool of waves.
But only at this time, those mentally retarded birdmen will hide, and some hidden protective formations will be activated, so that they can see clearly and even rush directly into the destroyed corner.
Some protectors in the Jindan realm could no longer bear it and rushed upwards, as if there were mountains of gold and silver at their fingertips.
"Uncle San, protect me." Wen Wan'er's injuries had just recovered a little, and she was about to rush forward.
Zhou Sheng looked at the old man beside him. The old man's face was bitter. He advised softly: "Master, if I encounter a space rift, I may be like those birdmen and cannot resist it."
There is a person like Wen Wan'er. Strength is one thing, but she also has countless life-saving items on her.
At this time, more than a dozen people had already rushed up, but when they fell down, their bodies were already incomplete, and some even turned into nothingness, leaving no trace.
"Little Master, aren't you going?" E Xifeng asked curiously.
He felt that even though Zhang Song was not as good as those three, he was still a strong man at the same level.
Zhang Song said honestly, "I don't know what they are looking for?"
At their level, they don’t take ordinary things seriously. He was wondering whether this place was related to the upper realm.
He had been observing the space cracks that appeared. They were not passages, they appeared and disappeared quickly, and the vital energy they emitted was somewhat mixed and crude, somewhat chaotic and manic, and was not a good place.
With such an opportunity, Tushan, Susu and the other two were naturally observing and judging.
"It is the inheritance of talismans and elixirs."
"The Hengshan Sect is an ancient great sect. When the founding ancestor established the dynasty, he personally visited it. Until eight hundred years ago, the sect was broken up by its enemies and completely wiped out."
Even if the sect is destroyed, some things will always be left behind.
As for inheritance, the inheritance of Shiniuzhai also stops at the Nascent Soul stage.
Going further up, that is the real God, who can transform from a mortal body into an immortal God. There are various methods circulating on how to practice specifically, but no one can say for sure that it can be accomplished.
There were changes in the air again, and several people in the palace encountered their opponents.
The heads of these birdmen have turned completely black, and even feathers have grown on their bodies. Their feet have turned into bird claws and hooked onto the ground. If it weren't for their bodies and arms being the same as those of humans, they would almost be real big birds.
This can be considered a demon cultivator.
These birdmen are incredibly powerful. With just one cry, their opponents' bodies would become stiff, and their heads would be chopped off by the long-handled sickles in their hands.
There were also some birdmen who could spit fire from their mouths and whose feathers were like knives. Even Zhang Mo just wielded a spear and beat these birdmen into a pulp. The magical powers of the birdmen were actually different.
Zhang Song went up, and the lightning and space cracks seemed to be avoiding him. Wherever he went, there was peace and tranquility.
boom!
Zhang Song was holding a white bone pestle and had almost no opponent. He could defeat them all with one blow.
There were several powerful birdmen in the late stage of level three, who joined forces to kill. The entire aura made the void vibrate, and the thunder and lightning turned into nothingness.
Zhang Song laughed loudly and appeared in front of them in an instant, hitting them one by one with a big stick.
It’s too weak, it’s just a golden elixir.
He was clear about his current realm, and what he lacked was the accumulation of vital energy in the golden elixir in his body.
Fortunately, with one drop of Thunder Spirit Liquid per month and one drop of Chaos Energy per year, in about three months, he would be able to enter the intermediate level of Golden Core.
By then, the quality of the golden elixir should be enough for me to condense the first flower of "true self".
Zhang Mo and the other two looked as if they had seen a ghost. They were not surprised at Zhang Song's strength, but at his casualness.
It is hard to describe the feeling. It is just like an old farmer tending to his crops in the garden. He knows exactly where the fruits are and can find them just by touching with his eyes closed.
“Transcendent into saint!”
This feeling arose in the minds of several people at the same time.
When a skill reaches its peak and one breaks through it with one's own hands, one becomes a saint.
Extraordinary, soaring, and becoming a saint!
Zhang Mo's attainment of sainthood was simply a breakthrough in the perfection of a certain skill, which made him powerful and invincible, able to do whatever he wanted.
Ding Sanshisan, flying into the sky, is just one step away from the final push, and he has been constantly honing himself over the years.
Three, not four. The young master of the Golden Light Cave must have broken through perfection in at least four of his skills, which is why he has such an invincible and overwhelming momentum now.
The true sainthood!
If Zhang Mo's violent self-confidence has reached the level of a saint, then Zhang Song's current ease and comfort makes him a true saint.
Zhang Mo suddenly laughed out loud, his spear skills became even more powerful, his strength was overwhelming, "After 170 years of being a gangster, I finally found someone I like. Let's have a drink together later, brother."
Zhang Song laughed and agreed, but he was muttering in his heart, if you knew that your mount Longma is now subordinate to me, would you still want to treat me to a drink?
The one Zhang Song chose was a side hall, which was unremarkable and didn’t even have a gate guard formation.
But now, with the improvement of various materials, the prayer flag has recovered to the intermediate spiritual treasure level, and he can already borrow some of its power.
"Zhongji!"