The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 4092 Calculation
Chapter 4092

The place where the Jinpeng divine bird tribe lives temporarily.

Ling Hantian and Heiman were placed in a monotonous thatched hut. They hadn't stayed for long when footsteps came from outside.

"Brother Ling, can the old man come in?"

Bei Shenhai's voice came from outside, and his tone was extremely polite.

Ling Hantian and Heiman looked at each other, he probably guessed the reason for Bei Chenhai's visit, but he didn't know what benefit Bei Chenhai would give.

Originally, he planned to help the Jinpeng Divine Bird Clan unconditionally, but now he has changed his mind.

"Senior, what's the matter?"

Ling Hantian swept away his sleeve robe, opened the door, and saw Bei Chenhai standing outside the door.

Bei Shenhai walked into the house and sat down, "Are you still used to living here? The mountain dwelling is simple, brother Ling, please don't laugh at me."

"Senior shouldn't just come here to ask questions, right?" Ling Hantian looked at Bei Chenhai with a smile.

Bei Chenhai's expression froze, a little embarrassed, but then he eased over and nodded: "Since brother Ling has made it clear, this old man won't beat around the bush anymore."

After a pause, Bei Shenhai continued: "Brother Ling is Xiaopengnv's bosom friend. I heard Xiaopengnv say that you are a loyal person. This time, I came all the way to help my family. I am very grateful."

"Hehe, you have already thanked me." Ling Hantian smiled, feeling very disdainful.

Bei Chenhai poured a cup of tea, lifted it up and took a sip, then let out a long sigh.

"Brother Ling, in the battle with Shichen today, are you sure you can defeat him?" He asked suddenly.

Ling Hantian shook his head, "I'm not sure, senior also saw it, I was just opportunistic."

"Opportunism is also a part of strength, but now you have only destroyed Shichen's prestige, and there are three other families. They will definitely join forces to deal with you in three days."

Bei Shenhai had a look of worry on his face, and secretly observed Ling Hantian's expression.

Ling Hantian looked indifferent and said nothing.

Bei Chenhai couldn't decide what Ling Hantian was thinking, so he gritted his teeth and said, "However, Brother Ling, if your cultivation base can be raised to the first level, it shouldn't be a problem to defeat a few of them."

"Improving your cultivation is easier said than done?" Ling Hantian said calmly.

Bei Chenhai stood up, glanced at Xiaopeng who was silent at the side, and took a deep breath, "I've already discussed with some old fellows in the clan, we will help you break through to the Ninth Layer of Immortality!"

"Oh?" Ling Hantian's expression changed, and he looked at Bei Shenhai.

Bei Shenhai said: "My family has a secret method, which can give you [-]% of each of us's cultivation base."

The [-]% cultivation of everyone in the Dao Ancestral Realm is definitely not something that the Immortal Realm can bear, Ling Hantian frowned.

Bei Shenhai explained: "You can rest assured that only one percent of the ten percent of our cultivation can be absorbed by you."

"Then there is Senior Lao."

Ling Hantian secretly estimated that in this way, he would probably be able to improve his cultivation by one level.

With his current strength, if he used all his strength, he would be able to deal with those geniuses of the monster beast clan.

However, it would be easier if his cultivation was raised to a higher level, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, so he naturally wouldn't push it too hard.

Originally, Ling Hantian didn't think of any benefits, but since it was delivered to his door, he didn't take it for nothing.

"This is what it should be. After all, we, the Jinpeng Divine Bird Clan, should be thanking you." Bei Shenhai said.

It shouldn't be too late, after Bei Shenhai persuaded Ling Hantian, it was time to start imparting his skills.

Behind the thatched hut where the Jinpeng Shenniao tribe lived temporarily was a mountain peak, which had been hollowed out and many secret rooms had been built.

Ling Hantian and the five top experts of the Jinpeng Divine Bird Clan are in the largest secret room.

In the secret room, Ling Hantian sat in the middle, surrounded by five top powerhouses, and everything was ready.

Bei Shenhai said: "Brother Ling, it may hurt a little later, you have to hold back."

"bring it on."

Ling Hantian nodded and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Bei Chenhai exchanged glances with the other clansmen, then raised their palms one after another, and made a slit in their palms.

Golden blood gushed out, spread out quickly in the air ahead, and finally formed a mysterious formation.

The formation wrapped Ling Hantian in it, strands of blood fell on Ling Hantian's body, and penetrated into the pores of Ling Hantian's whole body.

drink!
The five people from Bei Chenhai drank, and golden divine power gushed out immediately, enveloping the blood cell formation.

A strange scene happened, those blood threads seemed to become blood vessels, and the blood conveyed was the divine power of the five strong men.

At this moment, Ling Hantian only felt as if his whole body was being pricked by needles, and it wasn't just one needle, but thousands of them.

When the five people's divine power entered his body, the severe pain was magnified ten times in an instant, and even Ling Hantian's veins burst from the pain.

Although it was very painful, Ling Hantian also discovered that the divine power that came out of the cocoon was not only majestic, but also very pure.

It was like a elixir containing huge energy, which was gradually absorbed by him.

Time passed quickly, two days passed in the blink of an eye, and during these two days, Ling Hantian was suffering in severe pain.

However, his cultivation has not broken through to the eighth level of immortality.

"what happened?"

Facing Ling Hantian, who was like a bottomless pit, the big birds in Bei Shenhai were puzzled.

However, no one could answer their questions. Fortunately, Ling Hantian's aura was constantly increasing, which made them feel a little relieved.

Finally, another four hours passed, and Ling Hantian's cultivation broke through to the eighth level of immortality.

Click!

At this time, the blood-colored formation ball was shattered by the air wave that Ling Hantian broke through.

The five people in Bei Chenhai breathed a sigh of relief, their strength was not in vain at last, although they failed to make Ling Hantian reach the ninth level of immortality as expected, but their confidence increased by a few percent.

The five of them were ready to reap the rewards, after all, the three days were almost up.

hum!
However, at this moment, the pair of hidden real golden wings behind Ling Hantian suddenly spread out.

In an instant, the golden light in the secret room was dazzling, and a coercion filled the whole secret room.

"Golden Wings of the Dapeng!"

The five members of Bei Shenhai felt that their blood was being oppressed, and they couldn't help exclaiming, this is the golden wing of the roc with pure blood.

They never expected that there would be a pair on Ling Hantian.

However, before they could ask a question, a devouring force that even they could not resist surged out, crazily sucking their divine power.

At this moment, the five people were terrified and resisted desperately, but it was of no avail.

"Ling Hantian, what on earth are you going to do?" Bei Chenhai asked angrily, if this continues, they will all be sucked dry.

This was the first time in many years that Bei Shenhai smelled the breath of death, which made him even feel a little bit of fear.

Not to mention the other four, but unfortunately they have no choice but to watch their divine power drain.

"I am not sure as well!"

Ling Hantian also frowned tightly, he really didn't expect that the wings would suddenly attack, and he couldn't control it.

(End of this chapter)