Before the white-bearded old man finished speaking, he raised his hand and patted his forehead. A dazzling golden light appeared behind his head, as if it was going to pierce the clouds and shine for thousands of miles.

Liang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked intently. He saw another soft whistling sound in the golden light, and a strange bird with two wings and golden feathers jumped out from it, emitting a scorching light in the mid-air.

"Golden-winged roc?"

The surprise in Liang Yan's eyes flashed away.

Legend has it that in the human continent, there are monks who fuse their souls with the remnant souls of ancient spiritual beasts in order to understand the laws of the great road. This side secret technique is called soul cultivation.

The conditions required for soul cultivation are extremely stringent. The first is the remnant soul of an ancient spiritual beast. This thing can only be found but cannot be sought.

The second thing is that the attributes of one's own soul must match those of the found remnant soul, otherwise the forced fusion will result in physical death.

It is already extremely difficult to find the remnant soul of an ancient spiritual beast, and having your own soul match it is simply a matter of choosing one out of ten thousand.

It is precisely for this reason that the number of soul cultivators is extremely rare. However, once the fusion is successful, they can inherit some of the magical powers of the ancient spirit beasts and gain the upper hand in the same level of fighting.

Liang Yan has been practicing Taoism for decades, and today is the first time he sees Soul Cultivator.

However, he did not have any fear, but showed a hint of excitement.

"It just so happens that after breaking through the golden elixir, I haven't had much serious fights with others. I'll try my hand at you today."

Liang Yan muttered to himself, raised his hand and patted the storage bag on his waist, and immediately two sword beams shot out.

The two sword lights, one black and one purple, drew two different trajectories in mid-air, heading towards the location of the golden-winged roc.

"hold head high!"

A clear neighing sound was heard, the roc flapped its wings, and its entire body turned into an afterimage and disappeared from the air. The next moment, it appeared hundreds of feet away.

The Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword and the Black Lotus Sword cut through the air at the same time, hovered in mid-air, and returned to Liang Yan's side.

Looking again at this time, the figure of the white-bearded old man has completely disappeared, while the shadow of the golden-winged roc has become more solid.

Liang Yan knew that this was a common method used by soul cultivators in battles, to completely integrate themselves into the ancient spiritual beasts. If he did not defeat the golden-winged roc in front of him, he would not be able to hurt the white-bearded old man himself.
Chapter completed!