Beast

The outline of the eyes has obviously changed, with a pair of purple-gold wings with a wingspan of nearly seven feet, and a seven or eight-foot slender purple tail that resembles a sharp spearhead.

Other than that, nothing has changed.

Compared with before, the black and white lines on the skin have disappeared, and the leopard ears are also gone forever.

Such a change occurred in the physical body, and Yang Qing's face was full of joy. He knew that the essence and blood of Ziyu Peng, which made him uneasy and uncertain, had been successfully integrated. The power of Ziyu Peng's bloodline was

After becoming mutilated, it matched the power of its own bloodline.

A single purple-gold roc spans three feet, and a pair of purple wings spreads nearly seven feet. The purple wings are as if they are cast from purple gold. Each of the layers of wings is like a long and narrow sword or knife. When it is unfolded and closed, a sonorous sound is heard.

The purple tail is slender and covered with scale-like feathers. When it is swung randomly, there is a "whooshing" sound in the air, like a purple gold whip. The end of the purple tail is like the head of a purple gold spear. The purple tail is ejected, and the tail spear pierces the air.

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Such a weird scene, wings and long tail are in one body.

The purple feathers unfolded and folded, wrapping Yang Qing tightly from head to toe, and the purple tail flicked until it was ejected.

Although this is the first time I have such wings and long tail, I don't feel unfamiliar, as if I was born with it. Every move of the purple wings and purple tail does not need to be deliberately manipulated, it is all done by my heart. Such a strange feeling

, very handy.

Don't think about it, just feel it carefully.

After the tea cup time.

"The wings and tail are beginning to take on a metallic character!"

After some feelings, Yang Qing had a clear understanding of Ziyi and Ziwei. While muttering and thinking carefully, Ziyi and Ziwei began to have metal surnames, but they were not gold and iron, but bones.

The quality, because the purple wings and purple tail are merged into the essence and blood of Ziyu Peng, and combined with the power of part of its bloodline, are purple, and begin to take on the surname of metal. After all, Ziyu Peng itself has the talent of metal, and has

Golden spiritual root, and the body becomes reality.

Bone metal is not only harder, but also sharper.

Yang Qing thought for a moment, and in his hand appeared the high-grade magic weapon Pu Dao made from low-grade black iron with the complete 'Condensation' array pattern. Feeling the gap between Pu Dao and Ziyi and Ziwei, he muttered, "In terms of hardness, wings

"It's not inferior to the wind, but the sharpness is quite different. The purple tail is not as hard as the Pu Dao, but the sharpness of the tail gun is about the same as the Pu Dao."

The Purple Wing is a bone that has begun to take on a metallic character. Its hardness is comparable to that of a simple knife. However, due to the strong metal character, the sharpness of the wing tips is quite different.

After all, Purple Tail is a tail, which is less hard and appears to be more tough. Also, Purple Tail's tail gun has a stronger metal, and is not as hard and sharp as a simple sword.

The joy on Yang Qing's face became more and more intense, and he said to himself, "Not bad, very good!"

The Pu Dao in his hand is also considered to be of the highest quality among high-grade magic weapons. The purple wing is as hard as the Pu Dao, and the purple tail gun is as sharp as the Pu Dao. This is naturally different from the Zi Yu Peng in the Reality Realm.

Quite far away. It is also quite different from the magic weapon used by monks in the realm of reality.

, comparable to a very high-grade magic weapon, this is nothing to Yang Qing whose cultivation is in the realm of reality. However, what makes him happy is that the wings can help him fly, which is enough. Moreover, as long as he

If it is strong enough, the purple wings and purple tail will be strengthened accordingly.

Just say that the purple wings and purple tail at this moment can also be used for attack and defense.

However, Yang Qing was secretly worried. He was worried that the amazing speed of galloping would be affected, and he didn't know how fast he could fly with his wings. Now he could only confirm that the whole body's bones and internal organs had not been affected by the integration of Ziyu Peng.

It has been weakened by blood essence, but it is still extremely powerful after transforming into a beast.

Thinking of this, the muscles all over the body trembled slightly, and the tyrannical power surged. I felt that Ziyi could best use his whole body's strength, and was inextricably linked to Ziwei.

"No, you have to try it carefully!"

Yang Qing felt relieved and realized that such a simple search in the attic could not determine anything, so he could only go to an open place where he could perform his research.

Thinking to this point, Ziyi and Ziwei were folded, disappearing into the body like melting ice and snow. No trace could be seen anymore. Zhanqiu returned to its original appearance as its body shape changed. Ziyi and Ziwei were still there.

Leaving a trace on the war fur.

Yang Qing, whose appearance returned to normal, thought for a moment and left the attic. The matter of animal transformation could not be hidden from the people of the tribe, but it was better not to let everyone know about the integration of the blood of various monsters. After all, this was a kind of thing.

Means, purgatory is dangerous, hiding one's stupidity is for self-protection.

Soon, they arrived at a relatively open area hundreds of miles away from the tribe.

With a look mixed with joy, Yang Qing looked around for a moment, and with a thought, he instantly transformed into a beast.

"Qiang Qiang!"

A sonorous sound sounded, the purple wings suddenly spread out, and the purple tail pierced out like lightning.

The wingspan is nearly seven feet, and the purple wings are like huge iron folding fans.

With a look on his face, Yang Qing immediately broke out and ran away at full speed.

"Crack!"

The speed was not slower than when it was not fused with the blood of Ziyu Peng, and the purple wings, as if made of purple gold, chopped into pieces and destroyed all the trees and rocks blocking the road.

"Buzz!", the purple wings shook the air.

Yang Qing ran so fast that even before he could flap his wings and take off, he already felt like he wanted to ride on the wind. In vain, his speed increased by more than 30%.

A whistling sound sounded, and a purple-gold color flashed past, and the speed reached the extreme.

The sudden increase in speed was unexpected by Yang Qing, and he was pleasantly surprised. He guessed that the speed at this time was completely top-notch among the human monks in the early stage of realization.

But I also discovered something, that is, when the purple wings are unfolded, the flexibility of tossing and turning is greatly restricted, and even the purple tail is also affected by the purple wings. After discovering this, the purple wings closed with a sonorous sound like a closing fan.

to the back.

Subsequently, the speed slowed down, but the speed was still extremely fast, and the movement became flexible again.

This made Yang Qing realize that he only needed to fold the purple wings behind his back to regain his previous normal speed and flexibility. If he needed to rush to travel, the speed would be faster if he unfolded the purple wings. However, he felt that in the future

There is no need to rush any more.

"Qiang Qiang!"

The purple wings spread out angrily, flapped their wings a few times, and suddenly there was a strong wind.

Yang Qing was like a thunderbolt, rushing into the air a hundred feet in the blink of an eye. After flapping his wings again, he had already rushed to an altitude of about five hundred feet.

Then, his body turned to one side and galloped away,

The speed of its flapping wings reached a speed that Yang Qingzhong had never experienced before, and the wind was fierce.

Such a speed was nearly twice as fast as his full sprint. Yang Qing could not help but be intoxicated, fluttering his wings and flying far away. When chatting with Dan Ye, he had heard that wing-type flying magic weapons were unusually fast. Now, although purple wings are considered

He is not a magic weapon, not even a magic weapon, but the speed given to him is really terrifying. He is not a magic weapon, but a magic weapon can still be used for attack and defense. This may be called a talent.

"Whoosh!"

A ray of purple-gold light cut through the silver-white light, galloping, turning, gliding, and swooping recklessly.

After a while, Yang Qing returned to the ground. After removing his beast form, his appearance returned to normal. He was wearing a slightly crystal-clear outfit with a slightly uncertain expression. After looking in the direction of Hui Linyuan, he returned to the tribe.

In the attic.

Yang Qing sat cross-legged casually, looking as usual, thinking to himself, "If you want to leave purgatory, you need to return to Huilin Abyss. It must be easy to come down from Huilin Abyss, but it will be difficult to enter again!"

With this thought in mind, I secretly decided to give it a try after thoroughly understanding the Taoist mark contained in Suxue Breath.

Then I stopped thinking too much and entered into cultivation. I cannot delay the realization of Taoism, nor can I relax in practicing "Three Yang and Seven Yin".

The high-quality true soul possesses the spirit and qualifications to kill, and the Taoist marks contained in the blood-suppressing breath can be understood. The cultivation is extremely fast, and the progress in improving the realm is obvious.

Within a few months, he almost fully understood the Taoist imprint contained in Su Xue Qi, but before he could fully understand it, Yang Qing stopped practicing. The reason was that Dan Ye, whom he had not seen for decades, came today.

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Monks practice for decades or even hundreds of years in a blink of an eye.

They were separated by dozens of years and both were in the process of cultivation. There was no vague impression between the two. On the contrary, there was a sense of familiarity between the two, which was somewhat cordial and natural.

Danye still looks like a girl, but her figure becomes more and more exquisite. Her long skirt woven with green feathers shines brightly. She looks like a descendant of Qingluan, and her noble attitude does not need to be disguised.

At this moment, he was leisurely looking at the empty attic with only a bright yellow futon. His thin emerald lips curled up slightly, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His ethereal voice was even pleasant, and he joked, "Yang Qing, you are also a Reality Realm monk after all. Why?"

It will be so shabby. There used to be one or two decorations, but now there are none."

When Dan Ye came, Yang Qing felt inexplicable joy in his heart. He shook his head slightly and said, "Isn't there a futon? It must be considered an object after all." There were not even seats in the attic, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Uh... I came to look for you as soon as I stopped practicing, so why don't you entertain me with this?" Dan Ye curled up his thin green lips and said in a feint of anger. However, when he mentioned practicing, his face suddenly became gloomy, and his fair forehead appeared with a frown.

The shallow wrinkles reveal her cuteness. After decades of practice, she has become a real person.

He sighed and continued, "I have been waiting day and night, day and night, but I still haven't been able to possess the impermanence of spirit and qualifications. Alas! I can only wait for Kunhun to transform again!"

Then he saw Yang Qing's expression was slightly strange, his green pupils turned around, and he said with praise, "Yang Qing, you are really amazing, you have broken through to the Realization Realm so quickly. Shouldn't the physical cultivation of the Realization Realm in this tribe be worthy of praise?"

There will be more than five people, and there must be no one who can match your cultivation speed!"

Dan Ye's conversation became abrupt, and his expression became slightly embarrassed.

Yang Qing was clear about Dan Ye's words because he didn't want to think that she was showing off. After all, it was clear from her words that Dan Ye's soul was a distinguished Kunhun. He didn't know what to say about this.

He smiled helplessly and chatted with Dan Ye. He didn't want to be polite.

"Yang Qing doesn't need to worry about future cultivation. As long as you can persist to the middle stage of transformation, you will definitely be able to overcome the disadvantage of having no spiritual roots!" Dan Ye obviously thought that Yang Qing would have no choice but to worry about future cultivation. What he said

He was very serious and said it with unusual certainty.

The helplessness in Yang Qing's heart gradually grew stronger, but he could not mention the killing at this time. His expression moved and he said, "Little sister, help me take a look, what is this?" As he spoke, a piece of transparent material appeared in his hand that was almost as transparent as the naked eye.

Invisible transparent crystals.

Danye was a little confused, what kind of object Yang Qing was, but Yang Qing didn't know what it was. His green pupils turned dexterously and looked at Yang Qing's palm. The confusion in his expression became stronger. He probed with his consciousness. After seeing the transparent crystal clearly,

The confused look turned to surprise, and the ethereal voice was full of surprise, saying, "It turns out to be... a virtual crystal!" (To be continued.)