surnamed Wang

Chapter 539
When Crow Liu appeared in front of several people again, his black and bright feathers faded away, revealing human-like skin.

There are no sharp claws on its feet, no curved nails on its hands, and even the beak on its face has been replaced by a snout—except for the four wings on the back, it is no different from normal humans.

In the stories of ghosts and ghosts throughout the ages, mountain spirits and wild monsters can transform into human forms and mix into the world after a certain age, or charm all living beings to absorb essence, or combine with human races to have children, and the naked eye cannot recognize their real bodies.

The human race was created by Nuwa himself, and he was born with spiritual intelligence, and his body is also a good body of cultivation. If it is not too greedy, everyone should have learned the way, so the purpose of all spirits and monsters is to transform people. Yes, if you can't repair it, you will even occupy the magpie's nest, just to gain the inherent advantage...

One thing that is so common in this world, but in the eyes of monk Jutu, it is a shame and a great shame. They are born as birds, no matter whether they are vultures, crows, magpies, or eagles, they are all very proud of their identities. Those who are only worthy of being treated as livestock The human race, but inferior and inferior creatures.

They don't want to make good fortune and fool people. The human race they look down on the most is the only way to practice. Only by becoming a human can the practice continue to improve rapidly. Different from being reborn, the threshold is surprisingly low, just reach the golden core stage.

This practice of gaining nothing but harming nothing is a huge temptation for everyone, but the arrogance of the cultivators in Juju does not allow them to do this. Once they find out who secretly commits such a treacherous act, they will be chased and killed To the ends of the earth until death.

For a long period of time, the vast majority of monks in the Jutu Realm maintained their cultivation at the Golden Core stage, except for a few with outstanding talents, there were very few strong ones who broke through the Nascent Soul.

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On a certain day tens of thousands of years ago, a roc with golden wings carved its way across the world, and its wings covered thousands of miles. The sky and the earth changed color, and a scream came out, making all the birds frightened, and they were easily controlled. a world.

The Dapeng Golden Winged Eagle was born of a phoenix. He possesses supernatural powers that can transform him into a half-human form. Except for the change in body shape, the others retain his original appearance.

Dapeng passed on the supernatural powers to four of his subordinates, and rewarded each of them with a drop of phoenix blood. Since then, the monks in Jutujie can not only continue to practice while retaining their appearance, but can even perform the secret art of rebirth once.

Thousands of years later, a huge golden palm broke through the barrier and directly captured the golden-winged roc on the throne. Before leaving, the monks heard their king hysterically shouted "dead bald donkey". The donkeys in the entire Jutu Realm ushered in a catastrophe, no matter whether it is a donkey, a black donkey, a wild donkey, or a quagga, none of them escaped the catastrophe.

It's just that at the end of the fight, everyone still couldn't find the rumored bald donkey.

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Back to the present, Yaliu has undoubtedly turned into a human being, and this move is purely helpless. Before the mooncake fan flew him to the cliff, Zhang Danxuan followed up with a flying sword to nail him to death. The heart was pierced impartially, and he would surely die if he did not change form.

When he was imprisoned underground for thousands of years, Yaliu would rather waste the only chance of rebirth than turn into a human being. Now he is forced to have nowhere to go and has to "surrender his identity" to become a human race. To him, it is an out-and-out shame. The shame must be recovered from the group of people in front of him.

The black sickle in Yaliu's hand slashed towards Zhang Danxuan in the air without hesitation, with hatred in his eyes, but the latter did not panic, but just gave him a cold look, then turned his head to look at the clouds above.

Behind the clouds, a pair of invisible eyes looked down at the earth, and after realizing that Yaliu intended to attack the Daoist Immortal, a red thunderbolt fell directly, and Yaliu in midair was struck straight.

"what!"

Yaliu let out a cry of pain, plumes of smoke rose from his body and fell downwards, his eyes behind the clouds glanced at everyone, and finally set his sights on Wang Qingquan.

Wang Gingquan felt something, and looked up, when a majestic voice sounded from behind the clouds:

"I am the Heavenly Lord of the Nine Heavens, responding to the thunder of the Yuan, the monks from outside dared to be disrespectful to the immortals, and sent down a tribulation thunder as a punishment, ordering you to leave this world quickly within an hour, if you dare to disobey the will of the heavens again, you will be wiped out in ashes. "

The voice resounded like a bell, with an irrefutable momentum, the world was shocked, but Wang Gangquan always felt that the other party's words did not seem to be addressed to the crows on the ground, but more like to the world. Said.

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It only took a moment for Yaliu's lightning damage to recover. He looked up with hatred in his eyes, and did not choose to challenge Tianwei again.

After Zhang Danxuan's figure completely disappeared in the clouds and the sky became clear again, Ya Liu spit out a mouthful of saliva and said:

"It's just the stage of transforming into a god. What's there to be proud of? If I hadn't been trapped for a thousand years, how could you have the part to speak?"

Wang Gingquan, who was far away, saw that the robbery and thunder could not hurt Yaliu, and he couldn't help feeling bitter. Just now, the Lord God of Leibu obviously opened a back door for him. Several temples with high incense.

Even so, they still have to hold on to Yaliu for an hour. When high-level monks fight, life and death can often be decided in an instant. It is extremely difficult for Jin Danqi to survive in Yuanyingqi's hands for an hour.

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Ya Liu was not convinced, but he had to abide by the rules of the world here. He turned around and looked at the group of defeated soldiers in front of him, and licked his lips.

Seeing this, Wang Gangquan couldn't help squinting his eyes, and whispered to Yue Sulong:
"You said that if Yaliu and Princess Loulan looked like this when they bridal chamber, would it be possible for the princess to follow?"

The woman blushed when she heard the words, and spit secretly, thinking that she would still make such a joke at any time.

It can't be blamed that Wang Gangquan is not upright. The Yaliu in human form is not only pleasing to the eye, but can even be described as handsome. At this moment, his upper body is bare and his body is well-defined. Any woman would blush when she saw it.

It's just that this handsome face is full of murderous looks at the moment, and only Wang Gangquan, who is heartless, pays attention to those who have nothing.

Yaliu obviously didn't intend to waste any more time, he approached the crowd step by step with his sickle on his shoulders, the corners of his mouth twitched, his murderous intent resumed.

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One night thousands of years ago, a huge black coffin slowly took shape in the sky above Loulan when the wind and sand blew violently, and sharp and vicious words came out of it:

"Yue Sulong, if you dare to seal me today, I will let the whole of Loulan be buried with you. When I break out of the seal in the future, I will definitely let you live or die."

After finishing speaking, Yaliu let out a sharp cry:

"Great ancestor, I am willing to use my blood as a guide to sacrifice half of my lifespan so that the people in front of me can share their lives with me."

As soon as the words fell, an invisible rope stretched out from the coffin, ignoring the coffin wall and directly piercing into Yue Sulong's body.

At the same time, a black banner appeared out of thin air, absorbing the souls of the dead below, until the black coffin was completely sealed and sank to the bottom, and Yaliu's voice floated:
"Slowly enjoy the loneliness of being alone."

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(End of this chapter)