I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 306: Golden Feather Eagle Breakthrough

"not good!"

The bearded man suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

As his body suddenly fell down, he turned his head sharply and looked back.

I saw a bloody light appearing more than ten feet behind him at some point.

A cloaked man appeared in the bloody light, and it was the person he wanted to rob and kill.

"late!"

In the blood light, Xia Daoming curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, and a flash of blood light had already slashed down along with the bearded man. At the same time, a dark sword light with a cold and sharp sword aura and amazing sword intent cut through the void and the dark clouds lingering around the bearded man.

"what!"

The bearded man let out a scream, his body was split in two, and his blood spilled into the sea.

After killing the bearded man with a single strike of his sword, Xia Daoming quickly collected his body, magic weapon, and the water boat below, then quickly soared into the sky on his golden-winged eagle and disappeared over the sea in the blink of an eye.

One day later, Canglang Mansion.

"This Black Dragon Banner is a perfect match for my Hidden Form Method. It can help me stay invisible while traveling, making it difficult for people to detect me. Even with my current Qi Refining level, it is still a bit too strenuous to activate. But after I form a pill with the Four Symbols Pill, with my Golden Core level and strong magical power foundation, it won't be strenuous to activate it."

Xia Daoming played with the Black Dragon Banner that he had snatched from the bearded man over and over again, put it away happily, and then took out a tattered golden scroll with great care.

This was the secret method for cultivating the clairvoyance that he had bought at an auction for six million low-grade spirit stones.

The style of the text written on this broken golden scroll is surprisingly similar to the runes on the mountain god's scepter. It is a very ancient writing.

Originally, Xia Daoming did not recognize this ancient text, but because he had integrated the mountain god's scepter into his ritual, some ancient things came into his mind, and he was able to roughly understand this ancient text.

After reading the incomplete golden scroll in his hand word by word, Xia Daoming fell into deep thought.

This is indeed the divine power of the clairvoyance inherited from ancient times, and it is also derived from the innate magical power of the ancient mythical bird, the Golden Peng, and is called the Golden Peng Divine Eye Technique.

To cultivate this magical power, one must start from the Blood Sea Realm.

Because only when one reaches the blood sea realm can one continuously gather blood and energy in the eyes, and then transform it into supernatural powers through secret techniques.

However, the success rate of cultivating the first level of the Golden Peng Sky Eye in the Blood Sea Realm is only one in ten thousand.

Obviously, although the Golden Roc's Heavenly Eye has infinite uses, it is extremely difficult to get started.

You have to at least practice to the Zhongyuan Jiang Palace before getting started will become easier.

Furthermore, according to the incomplete golden scroll, the Golden Roc Sky Eye Technique has nine levels, but this scroll only records the first three levels.

However, if you can use the blood of the golden-winged Roc to moisten your eyes, you can increase your success rate.

“No wonder I bought this ancient and famous magical secret method, which can be practiced by Qi Refining cultivators, at such a low price. It seems that even if Jindan and Yuanying cultivators have a strong family background, their success rate is still very low if they use spiritual fluid to wash their eyes every day.

Hehe, but Master Xia, my blood sea is a boundless blood sea, which is considered a genius in body refining. How can the success rate of entry be compared with that of ordinary body refining practitioners at the blood sea level? Moreover, Master Xia also has a golden-winged eagle that has stimulated a trace of the blood of the golden-winged roc. "

Thinking in his mind, Xia Daoming gently patted the spirit beast bag with his hand. With a flash of golden light, a golden-winged eagle appeared in front of him.

"What a pity, it's only at the third high level, and I don't know what secret method can be used to upgrade it. At this level, blood and energy are probably useless!"

Looking at the golden-winged eagle in front of him, which was shining with golden light and looked so majestic, Xia Daoming suddenly felt a little depressed.

No one knew how many of his special elixirs the bird had eaten, but after reaching the third high level, it could no longer make any progress.

Xia Daoming specially searched through all the books in the Sutra Library related to the taming of spiritual birds, but found nothing.

It’s because the golden-winged Roc is too advanced, and its number was extremely rare in ancient times. There are almost no records of domesticating its related bloodline descendants.

Unlike the dragon clan, dragons are lustful and leave offspring everywhere. There are many records of dragon transformation and taming.

However, because of this, even if those species have dragon blood, it is very mixed. Those that are domesticated are basically mixed dragons with extremely impure blood, and their power is naturally limited.

But it is different for ancient mythical birds like the golden-winged Roc, which keep themselves clean. Once the bloodline of its descendants is stimulated, it will be relatively much purer. Even if there is only a strand of it, it can be very powerful.

Just like Xia Daoming's tamed golden-winged eagle, it looks like it is only at the third high level, equivalent to the late stage of foundation building among human cultivators, but with its real combat power, even a fake pill would die under its claws if not careful.

But even so, it is still too weak for Xia Daoming now.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin, why are you so proud? Even if you are a pig, after eating so many spiritual medicines, you will become a pig demon now. If you don't work hard and advance and break through soon, be careful or I will kick you out."

Xia Daoming looked at Xiao Jin with his head held high and his chest puffed out, looking around with pride, and felt inexplicably angry. He couldn't help but pick up the golden book in his hand and hit it on the head.

As soon as the golden book touched Xiao Jin's head, ripples suddenly appeared, and the surrounding space began to distort, becoming illusory and uncertain.

A trace of powerful, domineering and majestic aura from ancient times continued to spread out in all directions with the twisted golden book as the center.

Even with Xia Daoming's strength and powerful spiritual awareness, he almost couldn't help but tremble in his heart and his knees became weak under this aura.

The aura became stronger and stronger, while the golden book continued to melt away in the distortion, transforming into wisps of golden gas.

The golden gas lingered around the Golden Winged Eagle, and then slowly sank into its body. When the golden gas sank into the Golden Winged Eagle's body, a blood symbol appeared in the boundless sea of ​​blood.

This blood talisman represents the master-servant relationship established between Xia Daoming and the Golden-Winged Eagle using ancient methods.

The conclusion of this talisman also marked the beginning of the Golden-winged Eagle's transformation from a demonic bird to a spiritual bird.

Normally this talisman is immersed in an endless sea of ​​blood, just like blood dissolving in water, constantly deepening the relationship between master and servant.

As soon as the talisman emerged from the sea of ​​blood, the golden gas seemed to be attracted as well, and some wisps of it sank into Xia Daoming's heart, then into the boundless sea of ​​blood and into the blood talisman.

The bright red blood symbol soon took on a layer of golden light, and its color became very mysterious.

Inexplicably, an image of a huge bird appeared in Xia Daoming's mind. Its wings looked like they were made of gold, and when its wings were spread, it covered an area of ​​who knows how many miles.

Its golden claws fell, and thousands of feet high mountains were pulled up from the ground.

It flew over the sea, flapping its wings, causing huge waves to rise in the boundless sea, and the sea water rolled up to the sky.

At this moment, Xia Daoming could no longer control the trembling in his heart.

In front of this golden bird, the mountain god Red Flame Turtle that he had seen in a vision was just like an ant.

Only the huge flaming wings seen in the vision that finally destroyed everything could barely compare to it.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Daoming woke up from the vision.

The golden book and the golden energy it transformed into have disappeared.

The golden-winged eagle, which had been so arrogant and shining with its feathers just now, was now lying on the ground trembling, with dark and smelly liquid constantly coming out of its body.

The liquid continued to flow out and solidify, and soon it completely wrapped up the Golden-winged Eagle.

Although the Golden Eagle was constantly covered by stains and even gradually turned into a giant bird egg, the aura emanating from it became stronger and stronger.

"Could it be that the words on this broken golden book were written with the spirit of the ancient golden-winged Roc? Did it happen to meet Xiao Jin and inspire each other? This luck is too exaggerated!" Xia Daoming looked at the scene in front of him with an incredible look on his face.

a few days later.

A huge golden bird rushed out from the bottom of the sea. In a blink of an eye, it had passed through layers of clouds and appeared in the sky more than ten miles away.

On top of the giant golden bird, a man in green stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back, looking incredibly high-spirited.

This golden bird is naturally the golden-winged eagle, Xiao Jin, which absorbed a wisp of essence from the ancient golden-winged Roc, stimulated more blood from its ancestors, and was reborn to form a demon core.

The high-spirited man in blue was naturally Xia Daoming.

The gains from this overseas trip were far beyond Xia Daoming's expectations, and he couldn't help but be filled with joy and high spirits.

As for offending Chai Chuanmo, Xia Daoming no longer took it to heart.

He didn't know him anyway.

No matter how rich Chai Chuanmo's imagination was, he could not have imagined that the foundation-building cultivator who escaped from his hands was actually a true disciple from the Qingyuan Sect of Daliang State.

Of course, if it is not necessary in recent years, try not to go to the capital of Daxuan Kingdom.

It would be bad if we met unexpectedly.

The speed of the Golden-winged Eagle, which had advanced to the intermediate fourth level, had undergone a drastic change.

The speed was no less fast than Xia Daoming's Green Eagle Wind Controlling Technique.

While flying is the golden-winged eagle's natural ability, the blue eagle's wind-controlling technique is one of Xia Daoming's magical powers that requires him to constantly expend his blood and energy to perform.

Which one is strong and which one is weak is clear at a glance.

Of course, if Xia Daoming was willing to spend a lot of blood and energy to cast his electric blood wings, the Golden-winged Eagle would definitely not be able to match his speed.

The Golden-winged Eagle was very excited about its reborn transformation.

It soared rapidly over the sea, with the momentum of striking the water for three thousand miles and soaring up to ninety thousand miles.

The Golden-winged Eagle flew so fast and non-stop that in just half a day, the man and the bird had already reached the Great Xuan Sea, an area of ​​sea under the jurisdiction of the Great Xuan Realm's cultivation world.

Above the Great Xuan Sea.

A man in gray was controlling a colorful chariot pulled by two huge golden roc phantoms and was flying towards the land of the Great Xuan Realm.

In the carriage, Chai Chuanmo sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, meditating.

Under his knees, the woman in red used her slender jade fingers to gently stroke the storage ring on her other finger, her eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation.

When she raised her eyes and saw the phantom of the golden roc pulling the chariot, she seemed to remember something. She gritted her teeth, and a hint of unwillingness and hatred flashed in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)