Ning Chuan's body stretched out and fell directly on the strange bird.

The strange bird no longer continued to care about it, and immediately scattered its wings and was about to leave here.

"Amitabha!"

The sound of a Buddha's name suddenly rang out.

The old abbot appeared below silently, with a faint tone, "Donor, I said I would keep you for thirty years, why leave now?"

"Master, there are major things that must be done in my lower class, so I must go. I hope the master will not make things difficult for the younger generation!"

Ning Chuan shouted.

"Good, good!"

The old abbot recited the Buddha's name and his body remained motionless. He suddenly spoke, "There is a treasure bow in the Sutra Pavilion, which has been covered with dust for many years. Take it."

Under Ning Chuan's astonished gaze, the old abbot's palm swung, and a mysterious black bow quickly flew out of the Sutra Pavilion and landed in his hand. He whispered gently, threw his palm towards Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan grabbed the big black bow, and an unspeakable murderous and bloodthirsty aura instantly spread out from it, like a beast that had been covered with dust for many years, trying to devour people at the right time.

"Good bow!"

Ning Chuan's eyes flashed, and his palm gently pulled the bowstring, making a trembling sound.

He looked down at the abbot again, but found that the abbot had already left.

Ning Chuan's heart was surging and he immediately shouted, "Thank you, my younger brother, for the abbot's bow!"

The strange bird roared and immediately sang its huge wings, turned into a golden light, and rushed towards the distance.

A group of bronze men in the yard were shocked.

"The abbot handed him the murder weapon!"

"Eight Wilderness Bow, this is a strange treasure brought out from the Divine Ruins!"

…

Ningchuan drove the strange birds and rushed forward, looking at the vast clouds and the mountains and rivers passing by, unable to help but feel passionate and blood rushing up, and he feels like he wants to whistle to the sky.

Half a year has passed.

Half a year ago, he was chased and almost died. In order to get him to escape, the martial arts masters who accompanied him died tragically. Facing the great demon in the Transformation Realm, he had no power of resistance.

Now that he has completed his cultivation and has to pay his blood debt!

None of the demons in the realm of God Transformation can escape!

"roar…"

Ningchuan roared towards the sky, and the sound waves fluctuated for dozens of miles, surging like a golden tide.

The strange bird was also making long roars, and its body was like lightning breaking through the sky.

In the mountains and forests below, countless people were shocked and terrified.

After rushing thousands of miles, Ning Chuan and his team quickly entered a city, found a weapon shop, and directly forged two hundred steel arrows at a high price.

Bring these steel arrows, Ning Chuan and the others set out on the road again.
Chapter completed!