"Crazy!"

A golden liquid transparent dragon was caught in a silver pond by a black dragon rod!

In an instant, the fragrance was swelling, and pieces of light rain fell in this dark space, like feathers ascending.

When you hear it, your blood and energy are stirred up, and your whole body is relaxed, like the golden mist in the medicine pool, spreading from the young real dragon.

It even far exceeds the feeling that Polygonum multiflorum has brought him! This is a dragon of great value!

"Roar!Roar!!"

The little dragon bound by the fishing line is full of spirituality, with confusion and anger in his big eyes. He twisted the dragon's body and slapped the fishing line, trying to get rid of the confinement.

But it never came true.

"This is part of the essence that was nurtured from the dragon heads in all directions before the immortal land in Ninety-nine Dragon Mountain was smashed by the ruthless emperor, also called... Dragon Treasure!"

Feeling the information feedback from the Reincarnation Pool, Ye Ling quickly understood the origin of this dragon, his heart was shaken, and at the same time, the dragon treasure energy absorbed from the spine on his back and spine began to move abnormally.

After a large amount of golden dragon energy was sucked into the spine, the bones were rhythmic and made crisp crackling sounds, and the human body's big dragon seemed to be alive.

"Good thing, can help me complete the true dragon form!" Ye Ling was happy, but did not take action immediately, but threw Longbao into the medicine field.

The golden dragon swung its tail and flew into the medicine field. Large pieces of golden spiritual mist surged, and several small medicine kings were nourished and immediately refreshed.

Over the past period of time, he has transformed rapidly one after another, and his body has reached its limit. He needs to slowly wait until his body adapts again before continuing. Only by stretching and relaxing is the way.

After exiting the space of the Reincarnation Pool, Ye Ling opened his eyes. It was still dark at this time. Longma lay on the side with a listless look on his face and exclaimed.

He got up and cut off several ancient pine trees in front of the cave, split them into strips and piled them together, and then spewed out a ray of fire to ignite them. Using this as a bonfire, he put a huge wing with the feathers removed on it and grilled it on it.

This wing comes from a divine bird, which can spit out thunder and is extremely powerful, equivalent to a half-step powerful person. Unfortunately, he got involved in Ye Ling and wanted to swallow him, but was killed and turned into food.

This is the case in the cultivation world most of the time. If you don’t eat people, you may be eaten.

If you don’t want to eat people or be eaten, you must have the ability to suppress everything and shape rules.

The Taoist fire that erupted from Ye Ling's mouth was extremely sacred. After igniting the pine wood, it was extremely hot, and the golden flames burned the pink flesh gently.

After a few rounds and turns, the pink meat quickly turned golden, and then it secreted drops of crystal oil and fell into the pine wood, making a crackling sound. The rich aroma of meat dispersed, making a refreshing spirit of Longma.

"It smells so good, so smell good. I'll give you one too!" Longma slammed his big nose and approached with an intoxicated look on his face.

"It's not too late, wait a little longer," Ye Ling turned into a knife. Under the secret evolution of Dou's word, the five-colored immortal sky sword appeared again, swallowing and spitting out sharp sword energy, and cut out a few more holes in the middle of the flesh wings to prevent it from getting familiar with it.

"It's even more fragrant. Why didn't I notice it before? This cooked food is so delicious. I decided that I won't eat non-cooked food in the future!" Longma's eyes shined.

"Okay, you can brush the sauce," Ye Ling took out bottles and jars containing honey, cumin, fine salt, chili powder and other items one after another, and then took out a brush dipped in the seasoning and brushed it back and forth.

At this moment, the 10-meter-long wings had a rich aroma of flesh. They penetrated the nostrils of the dragon horse, stimulating its nerves and making it swallow its saliva: "It's cooked, it's cooked, give me one!"

"Here, let me give it to you, don't worry," Ye Ling smiled and handed over the big wooden stick with chicken wings.

After taking it, Longma didn't care whether it was hot or not. He opened his mouth and chewed it wildly, not even letting go of the bones. He yelled happily while eating: "It's delicious, so delicious! What is this thing you added? The meat is delicate, plump and elastic, and the essence is boiling after entering the abdomen, which is very helpful for practice!"

"Some seasonings from outside Kunlun are everywhere in the mortal world and are worthless. What is really good is this thunderbird meat. Eating them regularly can help you practice," Ye Ling said, taking out a wing to continue roasting on the fire.

"Master, will you take me out of this place?" Longma said curiously.

"Nature, Longma, think about how many years have you been born on this land?"

"According to sunrise and sunset, one day, three hundred and sixty-five days, I have been here for two hundred years, and I am about to kill the Tao and enter what you call the third realm of immortality."

"It's too slow! This place is still too comfortable. Your current cultivation is completely inconsistent with the qualifications you have! Do you know that some geniuses on the ancient stars can achieve such achievements in twenty years. If you leave with me and embark on the ancient star road, you will surely rise quickly."

"It doesn't matter, it's okay to go out and have a look."

After eating the roasted wings, Longma licked the corner of his mouth: "Can you set off right away?"

"No, I have to wait a little longer. Next, we go to the core of Kunlun Ancient Land, where is the hope of becoming an immortal!" Ye Lingyao looked at the deep night sky and responded. It was still several years before the Nine Dragons pulled the coffin.

"That place is very terrifying and you can't get in at all. There is a supreme formation to protect it," Longma reminded.

"It's okay, I have my own means," Ye Ling took out an ancient picture of immortal treasures that were intertwined with sun, moon and stars: "With such a magical object, you will definitely be able to enter!"

One night later, Ye Ling set off and walked towards the depths of the immortal land.

The dragon horse exhaled white air from his mouth and nose, and he was also very excited. Last night, Ye Ling took out the Xianzhen saying that he could go deep into the Ten Thousand Dragon Head Peaks and gain a glimpse of the secret of becoming an immortal.

It believes it because there is no need to deceive people in this kind of thing. Entering the land of immortality is a temptation that no creature can resist, and so is the dragon and horse.

Its body was full of fire, red as blood, with dragon scales shining, and its body was slender and strong, and it was approaching like a gust of wind.

Ye Ling laughed loudly, sat up directly, and rode on the divine horse. It was made of a mixture of chirp and divine gold, which was particularly powerful.

Feeling the person on his body, Longma's unyielding instincts broke out, and he almost pulled him down with a stick, but when he thought of Ye Ling's power, he still endured it.

One person and one horse walk very carefully and carefully. This place is so powerful that various imperial-level formation patterns are intertwined. If you take the wrong path, you will be doomed in an instant. Once the emperor's killing formation is opened, the quasi-emperor will die and have no place to bury him when he comes.

The more he goes inward, the more he feels awe in his heart. Not to mention the imperial formation, the law of the source sky is beyond his understanding. This place is a rule set by an emperor-level figure in the real art, and this is the ultimate kill.

Even if you break the killing formation of the ancient emperor and the Yuantian Forbidden Formation, the two blend together to form a picture of killing immortals, with incoming but not out.

Ye Ling carefully compared the ancient pictures of Xianjie with the palm of his palm and walked very slowly because he could never turn over as long as the road was slightly deviated. Only a small path of sheep intestine could be feasible, which was tortuous and complicated.

Suddenly his expression subsided, and the dragon horse suddenly stopped. In a stone forest, he saw a man sitting cross-legged on a piece of green jade, with a solemn appearance and a fairy spirit.

On his body, there were strands of terrifying aura that emitted an extremely terrifying force, each strand weighed more than ten thousand pounds, like a mountain of demons oppressed.

Under such momentum, the dragon horse neighed, the fire flashed under the four hooves, and the flames were surging, and a piece of Chikkimian dragon energy shot out all over the body and the horse's hair was standing up, and the scales trembled.

He almost lifted Ye Ling down, and he was so angry that he first punched Longma and scolded: "What a panic? I haven't seen the Great Sage! Don't shout, calm down!"

Then the gods appeared above his head, and many divine lights fell, protecting the dragon horse and himself without being affected by the outside world.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ling was particularly excited. The corpses of these extraordinary figures in the land of immortality were one of the reasons why he came here!

This man's Taoist robe was old, with a piece of wood in his gray hair motionless, surrounded by the hidden mist overflowing from the immortal land in front of him, and the weather was amazing.

It is worthy of being the corpse of the great sage recorded in the original work!

Longmaqi said: "Master, how do you know that this strongest human being is a great saint-level existence?"

"Of course, it is judged based on the breath he has left! This person has been dead for a long time, and he has died unnaturally, and he was forcibly killed!" Ye Ling said nonsense.

When Longma heard this, he observed carefully and saw that the people in front of him did not react at all when facing each other nearby. He sat cross-legged on the blue jade several feet long like a clay sculpture, and only the fairy light was swallowed and spit out.

This person's body is intact, his body has light methods, and his fairy energy comes in and out of his pores, as if he is breathing, but his eyes are closed and his soul becomes empty.

So as Ye Ling said, this is not a natural way to melt, otherwise it should have been transformed into Taoism.

This is an ancient saint who was killed. His flesh and blood have not yet withered and have been preserved.

"What a pity, this great saint must have a lot of good things on it, but we couldn't get close to it!" Longma said regretfully.

"No, we can, and this great saint is the best thing! We stay here for a while. If everything goes well, we may have a fortune against the will of heaven!" As if thinking of something, Ye Ling's breathing was rapid, and his perfect face was faintly filled with a hint of madness.

"What are you going to do?"

"Hehe, have you heard of the transformation of Tao? A saint-level figure will transform into Tao after death. Every inch of his body turns into fragments of the great Tao and returns to the void with a huge amount of energy. No matter how you seize the fortune of the universe before you die, you will eventually have to repay it after death."

"Sages, great sages, and quasi-emperors are mostly like this, but think about it, what would happen if, through correct guidance, the objects of the essence of these holy-level figures when they transform into Taoism were converted from heaven and earth to humans...?"
Chapter completed!