I am Huanglong, the favorite of the prehistoric group

One palm subdued the golden-winged roc.

Huang Long was overjoyed.

It's also a coincidence.

He listened to Zhen Yuanzi's sermons in Wuzhuang, and because he and Zhen Yuanzi were similar in nature, he learned a lot.

And Zhen Yuanzi is also a great power of space. He can control the universe with one hand and is famous in the world.

After hearing the sermon, Huang Long also learned something. He could use the power of earth element to temporarily seal the surrounding space and prohibit space travel.

After realizing this method, Huang Long was not interested in it.

Because this method is really useless, the trapped person cannot be higher than him.

It can be regarded as an infinitely low-end version of Qiankun in the sleeves.

But normally speaking, who can travel through space, whose cultivation level is not far beyond him?

But he never thought that he would actually meet someone who could jump in space and whose cultivation level was not as good as his.

Is this a blessing after so many years of bad luck?

You know, an excellent mount can best bring face to the gods.

Most of the so-called immortals are creatures who pursue the great path and then gradually give up on low-level interests during the process of cultivation.

Strictly speaking in heaven, even falling in love is a sin.

However, gods are also living creatures, so they still want to save face, show off, or, no, they want style.

It’s just that the needs of ordinary mortals are different.

What matters is that there are visions when you appear, the cave is a famous mountain, the Taoist is a great immortal, and the mount is a mythical beast.

From then on, a special mount culture was derived.

All bosses and gods like to collect mounts.

Mortals collect mounts for transportation, but do these immortal bosses really need to collect mounts that are not as good as theirs for transportation?

Especially those Hunyuan saints, can't they run as fast as their mounts?

Of course not!

The mount represents the owner’s reputation!

Just like so many high-end luxury brand clothes and watches in later generations, are they really just for wearing and telling the time?

That’s a symbol of status and style!

And this golden-winged roc undoubtedly greatly satisfied Huang Long's preferences.

First of all, if you have extraordinary talent and abundant luck, as long as you keep up with your skills and resources, you are expected to achieve great success.

By then, his mount will be on the same level as the saint's mount.

Secondly, the son of the phoenix mother has extraordinary talents. He is a golden immortal and can travel through the void.

When I get to Daluo, I will soon have no friends!

Even now, Huanglong can fly super fast when riding it.

To put it bluntly, he took up his mount because he couldn't fly as fast as his mount, which was a bit embarrassing.

Finally, with its cool appearance and streamlined body, it will look very cool when you take it out.

I don’t know how many fairies and goddesses will scream!

"Cousin, have you subdued this evil demon?" Ao Ying looked at the golden-winged roc who was slapped by Huang Long. He was overjoyed at the moment. He no longer had the fear before and jumped to the golden-winged roc.

Then he stomped on the back of the golden-winged roc, and shouted, "You monster, how dare you show off your power? You even said you wanted to eat me! You have the ability! Do you think I, Ao Ying, am alone?"

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"Yes. You devil, we are all birds, why bother the big bird and the little bird? Why don't you go and eat the fish?" Bai Yu also stepped on the back of the Golden-winged Dapeng, stepping hard to vent his anger.
The Golden-winged Dapeng was in great pain and looked at these two little things angrily. But with the backing of the yellow dragon, these two little things were not afraid of the Dapeng. They jumped around and it was so happy.

Huanglong also let them go and ate so many dragons and birds from both of them. What happened if he was stepped on a few times?

When the two little guys were almost stepped on, Huang Long moved his fingers, and then flicked the two guys to the small room of the Dragon Cave at the bottom of the lake. A force suppressed them, forcing them to kneel down.

"Defiling the Avenue of Immortals, be honest, kneel down and burn a stick of incense!"

Ao Ying and Bai Yu looked aggrieved, and then they glared at each other.

"Okay, you're not dead. Can you still travel through space? Let me see." After dealing with it for two hours, Huang Long lowered his head and looked at the golden-winged roc.

"No, at least wait until I recover to 70%." Dapengniao replied honestly, looking at Huanglong with eyes still full of fear. Since awakening his magical power, he has been in every possible way. Even Daluo Jinxian once escaped and was unexpectedly killed.

Is he scheming?

He is a Taiyi Golden Immortal, but he still has such methods?

"Do you know the principle of traveling through space? Can you teach it?" Huang Long asked again.

"Principle?" The golden-winged roc showed a very confused look on its face, and then said, "What is the principle? Not long after I was born, I knew it! Can't I tear it open with claws?"

The expression on Huang Long's face instantly froze. From the silly expression on this guy's face, Huang Long was sure that Dapeng didn't lie to him. After all, the most unreasonable thing in the world is talent.

It’s something you’re born with and doesn’t make any sense.

Most people know it but don’t know why.

Seeing Huang Long's expression, Dapengniao's eyes showed a hint of hidden pride, and he secretly relieved himself. He didn't lie. Now a ray of his soul was controlled by Huang Long. As long as Huang Long wanted to, he could even sense his inner thoughts, that is, he didn't lie.

Only by lying can you be proud.

Are you envious of your gifted supernatural powers and unexplainable skills? Do you want to learn them? It’s useless!

You can't learn it, just like I am born with intelligence, and my innate magical powers are incomprehensible.

The expression on Huang Long's face froze for a long time, and then he looked at the roc and suddenly showed a kind smile and said: "The injury is serious, the attack was a bit harsh just now. Don't mind."

"It's okay." Dapengniao frowned, and the sudden concern made him uncomfortable and creepy.

"If you have something to say, don't worry. Pindao is very kind. I'm going to let you experience the best treatment - bloodletting!" As Huang Long spoke, he picked up the back of the roc's neck and flew into the lake.

Among.

Innate magical powers are the most mysterious. Generally speaking, I cannot teach them or understand them.

Just like a bird cannot teach a man how to fly like him.

But this is a general situation, there are always extraordinary situations!

Just like the true fire of the sun cannot be used without the blood of the golden crow, Huanglong absorbed the golden crow essence and blood of the fifth prince and combined it with the magical power of Jade Xu. Although the power of the golden and jade divine flame created is not as powerful as the true fire of the sun, it is also very powerful. So study Dapeng carefully.

Birds, maybe there will be an unexpected harvest.

After all, this is the magical power of space.

Among the three thousand avenues, the avenue is second only to time.

If you can master one or two, you will have no risk of escaping in the future.

Failed...

It was not Huang Long who was bled!

Make sure you make money without losing money.

The only thing that has an impact is that the time to leave the Dragon Cave must be postponed. After all, it is not convenient to find a new place.

"Wait, I don't need it!" The Dapeng bird shouted loudly and wanted to resist, but Huanglong sealed it and immediately couldn't even make a sound. It was so docile.

"If you are injured so badly, just say less and save your strength."

With a smile on his face, Huang Long came to the Dragon Cave Treasure House, then threw the Dapeng bird on the ground, and then instantly applied eighteen seals, turning the Dapeng bird into a size of several feet, and imprisoning the Dapeng bird's cultivation.

Conducting anatomy research, the knife is raised and dropped, and the blood is flowing.

"No~"

Dapeng's eyes widened and he roared in his heart, but he had no choice but to watch the blood flow out of his body and then fall into Huang Long's hands for repeated research.