The Proof of the Heavens Begins with The Legend of the Condor Heroes

"The capacity of this treasure bag is about two cubic meters. It seems to be made of some animal's fur. Fortunately, there is no restriction, otherwise I would not be able to open it." Thinking of this, Fang Hao felt quite fortunate.

He hung the treasure bag from the red-haired monk on his fish body, and put the blood-red steel fork in the other's hand into it.

He then found the body of the black-robed monk sinking to the bottom of the pool. Because there was insufficient light at the bottom of the pool, he simply put the body into his treasure bag and swam back to the edge of the pool.

"Shh!"

As Fang Hao injected a demonic energy into the treasure bag, a corpse with its eyes open appeared on the shore. It was the black-robed monk who was ambushed by the red-haired monk with the black blood needle.

The robe on this person was also completely destroyed, and the chest area appeared purple, which obviously contained a deadly poison.

Compared to his junior brother, this man looked quite shabby. Not only did he not have a storage device like the Treasure Bag, but he also had very few elixirs and spiritual materials.

The only thing commendable about his body is the robe made of night owl feathers. Unfortunately, it has been damaged by the black blood needle of the red-haired monk, and I don’t know if it can be repaired.

"Even if it can be repaired, it is meaningless to me. I can't wear human robes with my fish body." Fang Hao thought.

Before the demons have cultivated to the level of transformation and transformed into human form, they are unable to use most of the magical instruments refined by human cultivators.

For the demon clan, their bodies nourished by demonic energy are the most powerful defensive weapons!

"Let's collect them first and see if I can use the Six Treasury Immortal Thief to devour them later." Fang Hao thought about it and used the treasure bag to collect all the things on the black-robed monk.

While the snipe and the clam were fighting, it was he, the big bluefish, who had the last laugh.

However, Fang Hao did not get carried away. After cleaning up the scene, he took the treasure bag and dived to the bottom of the pool. In the underground river, he counted his gains.

"Nine black blood needles, a blood-colored steel fork, a skull magic weapon, a mysterious banner, a soul-sealing jade bottle, a blood-colored scripture, and other elixirs and spiritual materials."

Fang Hao counted his gains, but found that in his current state, he could not use anything.

"Some of the words on the scriptures are similar to the seal characters from the pre-Qin era in my previous life, but unfortunately I can't recognize them at all. The soul-sealing jade bottle does seal the soul of the black-robed monk, so we can communicate. Unfortunately, I haven't refined the transverse bone in my mouth yet, so I can't speak yet. In addition, the other party is a spirit after all, so I have to be on guard against him..."

Fang Hao thought a lot, but fortunately he was a patient fish and would not take any action before he was fully prepared.

The sun rose and the moon set, and before he knew it, two years had passed. During this time, Fang Hao had been practicing at his own pace, neither fast nor slow.

It surfaces at night, breathing in the moonlight, and swims into underground rivers during the day, gnawing on thousand-year-old stalactites that contain the spiritual energy of the earth's veins.

Because he has the assistance of the "Six-Storage Immortal Thief", Fang Hao can perfectly absorb all the nutrients of the devoured matter. Even though he has only been practicing for three years, his practice efficiency is more than ten times faster than that of the monsters at the same level.

The early cultivation system of the demon race has three major realms: "Awakening the Spirit", "Demon Pill", and "Transformation". In addition, they are also used to compare each other's cultivation realms by the level of Taoism.

For example, the dominant Green Harrier that lives on the northern peak of Xuanzhen Peak not only has a demon pill condensed in its body, but also has five hundred years of Taoism practice.

Five hundred years is equivalent to twenty generations in the human world. If one is lucky, one can even survive two cycles of dynasty changes. That is why Qing Yao can be the king of Xuanzhen North Peak.

Although Fang Hao has only been practicing for three short years, because of the bonus of the Six-Storage Immortal Thief, in terms of realm, he is already equivalent to a spiritual monster with fifty years of cultivation.

Compared to his fellow tribesmen who had awakened their spiritual intelligence at the same time, Fang Hao had already left them far behind.

Fang Hao suddenly jumped out of the water and opened his mouth wide. A ball of light pink Liuku Qi gushed out and wrapped around a thousand-year-old stalactite hanging in the cave, quickly decomposing and absorbing it, turning it into pure nutrients and re-entering Fang Hao's body.

This was not the first time Fang Hao had chewed on stones, but the feeling he had from eating this time was particularly different.

For some reason, Fang Hao felt his throat bone was extremely sore and itchy. He knew that this was the opportunity for him to refine the transverse bone in his mouth.

When the demons are born, they cannot speak. Only after they have reached a high level of cultivation and refined the transverse bone in their mouths, can they speak human speech.

Of course, not all monsters like to deal with humans. Some ancient monsters and alien species do not like ant-like humans, so even if they have the ability, they are unwilling to learn to speak human language.

For Fang Hao, speaking is an important way for him to understand the situation in the outside world.

After all, his innate foundation was too low, and he did not learn much about the outside world from his inherited memories.

If you want to learn human writing and understand everything about the outside world, you must first learn to communicate with others.

So when the time came, Fang Hao did not hesitate, and followed his instinct to inject the demonic energy into his throat, and a mysterious change occurred spontaneously.

Not long after, he successfully refined the larynx. When Fang Hao opened his mouth again, he was able to speak the language of this world based on the instinct in his inherited memory.

"Finally I can... talk? That's... great!" God knows how boring his life was after being a fishmonger for three years.

However, the changes in Fang Hao have not yet ended.

At some point, more and more spiritual energy from the earth's veins was attracted to him and gathered at the position of his fish head.

"Drink!"

With a low growl of pain, a pair of bony protrusions appeared on both sides of his fish head.

With the appearance of these two bone protrusions, Fang Hao suddenly discovered that his "water control" ability had greatly improved.

With a thought, he could condense water arrows that were more lethal than ever before. He even successfully cultivated the "water vortex" that he had never been able to master.

This is also the third water spell he has mastered with the ability of "controlling water" after "Water Arrow" and "Tide-riding".

"What's going on? Are these two bony protrusions dragon horns?" Fang Hao couldn't help but make wild guesses.

In fact, given his innate background, it is almost impossible for him to go back to his ancestral roots and restore his true dragon bloodline.

Even if he has the assistance of the Six Treasury Immortal Thieves who can subtly optimize the power of his bloodline, it will still take a hundred years.

But now, the true dragon bloodline in his body has been initially stimulated. This change makes Fang Hao extremely happy, but also a little uneasy.

After reviewing his experiences during this period, Fang Hao found the reason for his accelerated blood awakening, which was the earth vein aura in the thousand-year-old stalactites! (End of this chapter)