Part 150 ?

Chapter 150: Feathered Ferryman

You can see the Feathering Divine Bamboo in this place. Although Wang Xuan is in severe pain like tearing his body, he still has many associations.

He guessed that this kind of divine bamboo seems to be extremely important in the extraordinary field!

Otherwise, why did we see two bamboo boats one after another? All very mysterious.

In addition, in the pre-Qin period, the most mysterious and powerful scriptures were also inscribed on this kind of bamboo.

pain!

Wang Xuan didn't have time to think about it anymore, his body was about to be torn apart, his whole body was stained red with blood, and the ghosts and ghosts behind him insisted on dragging him to those high platforms.

"Who can tell me, what the hell is this place?" he yelled.

On the coast, under the hundreds of high platforms, there were densely packed creatures, shouting and shouting one after another, but no one turned back, let alone responding to him.

Wang Xuan frowned, in pain and helplessness, this place is full of voices, is there no one who is warm-hearted?

At the same time, he was wondering, what kind of region is this?

Is everything he experienced real or unreal? However, he touched his own body, which was absolutely unreal, with blood oozing out and various mutations.

In the end, Wang Xuan stepped forward and walked towards the high platform with the golden-winged roc. He wanted to know what was going on here.

Behind him, a group of monsters roared and tore, but in the end many big monsters let him go and gradually disappeared.

Only one bird of prey made a high-pitched and long cry. Wang Xuan lowered his head and looked through the shadow on the ground. It looked like...a roc bird!

"Brother, may I ask..." Wang Xuan greeted, wanting to ask someone for advice.

However, those people didn't seem to see him and ignored him.

He couldn't help it, found a thin man, patted his shoulder, and was about to ask.

Silently, this person turned into light rain and disappeared.

Wang Xuan backed up and accidentally bumped into a woman, she also shattered into a streamer and evaporated here.

He gasped, who are these people? You can't touch it.

He didn't kill, right? That shouldn't be a real living body, right?

The thin man, and this woman, also maintained that high-pitched emotion when they were broken, showing no sign of pain.

At this time, on the grand high platform, the golden-winged roc in the golden light suddenly opened its eyes, and suddenly the whole world seemed to freeze, and everything was silent, and all sounds disappeared.

It glanced at Wang Xuan, then closed its eyes again, and a faint voice came: "Do you choose the way of the golden-winged roc?"

Then, Wang Xuan felt that his hands were hot, and the energy gushed out and stretched, turning into a pair of golden wings.

At the same time, the red feathers, snake tail, horns, three heads and multiple arms on his body are also dissipating, and then there is a surge of energy, forming golden feathers.

Is he transforming into a golden-winged roc? Fortunately, it is only a preview in the form of energy.

"No choice!" Wang Xuan shook his head violently.

Although the golden-winged roc is a top-notch species in mythology, and its strength is outrageous, he does not want to turn into a monster after all, he just wants to be a human being.

He kept retreating, and the sound of birdsong came from behind him. The shadow of the big bird on the ground was singing and struggling, very unwilling.

The trend of Wang Xuanhuapeng stopped, and he returned to the state of bleeding again.

He was silent, looking ahead, under the high platform, there were many creatures transforming into Pengniao!

However, most of the people exploded with the sound of bangs, their flesh and blood were shattered, and their bones were gone.

So many people, only a few creatures rushed to the sky, turned into golden birds, flapped their wings, and finally went away.

The golden birds they turned into were extraordinary creatures with the blood of the Peng clan, but they were not considered real golden-winged rocs. They just set the direction for the future. When they became top powerhouses, they would almost be golden-winged rocs.

Wang Xuan was moved. Among hundreds of thousands of creatures, only five creatures succeeded, and one of them was human.

"In those myths and legends, some monsters were transformed by humans?"

Not only ferocious birds and beasts can turn into monsters, but even human beings can choose this path!

"Whether successful or unsuccessful, those humans are wearing ancient costumes, and these are old scenes from many years ago."

Wang Xuan made this judgment.

At the same time, he thought of the words of those young people. The key words of this place include the word "death".

"Everything that passed away?" Wang Xuan said to himself.

The old things from many years ago surfaced here, but they still possess some kind of extraordinary power. He thought that if he just nodded and agreed with Hua Peng, he would really become a demon.

At this moment, behind him, the fierce bird uttered the last long cry, exploded and dissipated, leaving no trace of it on the ground.

Then, a group of demons danced wildly behind him, and the shadows that had faded earlier reappeared, tearing him apart, causing his body to be in severe pain again and bleeding continuously.

Wang Xuan's heart moved, and he walked towards the second high platform.

Sure enough, as he guessed, the group of demons dissipated, leaving only the shadow of a demon behind him, roaring continuously.

On the high platform, the huge thousand-armed true god made a voice in the hazy light group: "Did you choose to become the thousand-armed true god?"

In an instant, both sides of Wang Xuan's body were densely packed, and two large arms grew out, all of which were dancing, making him dizzy just looking at it!

"No choice!" he said loudly, backing away quickly.

He saw that under the high platform, all those creatures were transforming, giving birth to many arms, and only seven creatures succeeded in the end.

There is only one old monk who is a real human being. He has eighteen arms, and his body is covered with light and mist, and he gradually fades away.

"Buddhism's three heads and six arms, thousand hands and so on, do they have such a history?" Wang Xuan wondered.

Under the high platform, all the other losers exploded, leaving no bones, only blood all over the ground.

Even though these are old things from ancient times, Wang Xuan was horrified to see it, it was too tragic, thousands of strong people of unknown levels all died.

This time, after the thousand-handed demon roared behind him, the shadow left on the ground completely disappeared!

Up to this moment, Wang Xuan had a solid foundation in his mind, and then he walked towards one high platform after another, constantly refusing, and the shadows of demons behind him became less and less.

"If you are willing to follow the path of our clan, all the top powerful clans in the world can be transformed into human forms, and can also show their true bodies, as you wish!"

On a grand high platform, the big demon in the purple light group spoke and said a few more words, it seemed to see that Wang Xuan cared about the human body.

"I don't want to!" Wang Xuan still refused, and soon, there was another demon shadow behind him!

Until a person appeared on a high platform, with immortal demeanor, surrounded by white mist, out of the dust and ethereal, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a true immortal.

"Would you like to leave... the magic road?" the man asked, with a gentle smile, and deliberately glanced at Wang Xuan.

Devil? This is still not a human race!

Moreover, at this time, Wang Xuan sensed a change in himself. His appearance did not change, but there was a roar inside.

He gasped, and the human demons looked like humans on the outside, but their internal structure was completely different. Of course, this was just the evolution of energy, and the flesh and blood remained unchanged.

At this point, Wang Xuan didn't think about it at all, and refused all the way, no matter whether they are in human form or not, these are monsters.

Even, later, a personal fairy clan was born.

After Wang Xuan carefully observed the inside, the inside of this creature has nothing to do with people.

He walked through hundreds of high platforms and saw many races in myths and legends, but he refused them all. In the end, there were no shadows of monsters behind him.

Wang Xuan looked at himself, although he was covered in blood, he was back to his human body.

"This is the secret path of the demon!"

Wang Xuan whispered, he rejected this secret path.

He smelled the scent of medicine, which came from the blood he bleed. Is it because the medicinal properties of the blood grapes that he ate were repelled?

What an unexpected change, it can be cleared like this!

Hundreds of high platforms are still there, but the densely packed creatures are gone, and the entire coast is quiet.

Wang Yang also calmed down, and the waves stopped hitting the sky, and the boat made of feathered bamboo came to the shore.

"Get on board!" Suddenly, someone said.

Wang Xuan was taken aback, it was too abrupt, he raised his head abruptly.

A man appeared on the golden bamboo boat, wearing a coir raincoat, holding a fishing rod made of feathered bamboo, sitting on the bow with his back to the coast.

He didn't really make a sound, but conveyed his meaning in spirit.

"Why do you want me on board?" Wang Xuan asked.

"Didn't you reject all kinds of top 'true body' paths?" The man was surprised.

Wang Xuan immediately understood that the "true body" he was talking about refers to the bodies of various creatures such as golden-winged rocs and human immortals, which are powerful enough!

"If you don't take the top-notch real body path, as a different kind, you can only take the path of becoming a human being, why don't you get on the boat?" The man in the coir raincoat still didn't turn around.

Wang Xuan felt that he was deceived by those aliens, and now he can be sure that this is indeed the secret path of demons!

He whispered: "As a human being, do you still want to board the boat?"

He didn't know what to do, what if this man was a big monster and swallowed him like blood? What I have experienced today is unimaginable.

The man remained calm, and still did not look back, he said: "Humans and aliens can take the path of the real body of a demon, and naturally they can also take the path of transforming people. Even though you are a human, you should...you can still go."

No matter what Wang Xuan heard, he felt that this man was not so sure.

He gritted his teeth and decided to board the ship. He had seen all kinds of monsters and ghosts, so what else did he care about.

As a result, as soon as he approached the bamboo boat, the man immediately turned his back on it, and said: "I have been ferrying for so many years, and the people or monsters I have met are either like orchids or musk deer, or they have the fragrance of immortality, or the weakest ones, who have just become real. The souls of practitioners don't smell so bad."

When Wang Xuan heard this, he really wanted to beat him up!

However, he smelled it, and after escaping from the snake's belly, the smell on his body was indeed not washed away.

But this man is also too direct, so straightforward that people can't stand it.

"No, you're not a practitioner, you're just a mortal. How did you get in? You didn't die." The man spoke again.

Of course, every time he speaks, he actually expresses his meaning with spirit.

Wang Xuan immediately realized that when he just became a cultivator, he meant stepping into the extraordinary. In ancient times, this was just... the initial stage!

"Hey, it's interesting, you have a very strong internal scene factor in your body, so that's it." The man said, and then urged him to get on the boat.

"Your tutor ancestor actually took care of you as a mortal like this, leading you into the inner scene several times."

The man sighed, felt silently, and turned his head abruptly, saying: "Could it be that you got the inner scene treasure?"

"What is an inner scene treasure?" Wang Xuan asked.

"The ancestor-level powerhouse accidentally fell, and before he died, he refined a corner of the inner scene and melted it into the treasures of the real world to form a strange treasure."

Wang Xuan was moved, and said: "A reduced version of the inner scene?"

"You can also understand it in this way." The man nodded, and at this time, he had already turned around.

However, Wang Xuan didn't see his person, it was just a coir raincoat, and it was empty inside, only a faint mist lingered in the pitch black.

"Surprised?" The mist in the coir raincoat rippling, and then a vague man's face condensed.

He sighed: "Long years have passed, where can there be any living people and monsters? Everything is just to keep the contract. In your words, it means that the extraordinary power is leading, ferrying, and guarding here. I am just a remnant extraordinary power."

He communicated with Wang Xuan briefly, and gradually became familiar with modern language.

"In this case, I can take you to trade. I think someone will be very interested in the Neijing Strange Treasure."

Having said this, he emitted a faint light, and the bamboo boat moved and began to cross the sea.

"Who is the deal with?" Wang Xuan asked with a frown. This ferryman was too mysterious.

"I'll be there soon." Like a ray of light, the bamboo boat crossed the endless sea, and finally came to the depths of the ocean.

He inadvertently glanced at the dagger on Wang Xuan's body, and said, "This dagger seems to have some tricks, do you want to trade it with me?"

Although he was careless, Wang Xuan had an instinctive intuition that this short sword should be much more precious than what he said.

"Not for now." He refused.

The man nodded and said: "According to some kind of agreement left a long time ago, I will bring you here, and you can trade with them."

"Where is the person?" Wang Xuan didn't see anyone.

"Wait patiently." The ferryman shook his hands, shook the fishing rod made of feathered bamboo, and then swung it violently, and the fishing line and hook flew into the sky under the moonlit night.

Wang Xuan was speechless, this one is going to fish in the sky?

Then he found that the fishing line and hook hadn't really fallen, and he didn't know where it was hanging.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the midair lit up, and a hazy halo appeared.

Wang Xuan was shocked, what did he see? In the big screen, there seems to be Lie Xian in it!

How did the ferryman throw his pole and catch it behind the big screen? What level of monster is he? It should be at the feathered level!

"Someone is very interested and wants to trade with you," said the ferryman.

Wang Xuan had a lot of questions and wanted to ask for advice, but now he held back all of them, because he was afraid of dealing with those creatures who left big holes in ancient times.

As a result, the ferryman seems to have contacted Lie Xian for him, and wants to come and trade with him!

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