Unlimited Adaptation

This is a huge depression.

It is called "Thanglong Lake", but there is not a drop of water.

It is dozens of miles long and wide, surrounded by a circle of nearly vertical cliffs, bare and smooth, reflecting the dark metallic luster, covered with scars, there are wounds from swords and weapons, there are marks of fists and palms penetrating the body, and even human-shaped pits.

The cliffs, which have experienced vicissitudes of life, are mottled and densely packed with marks, combining into a piece of knife light and blood shadow.

Among the many cliffs of equal height, there stands a special mountain, which is 100,000 feet high and golden all over, like a sharp sword piercing the sky. On the steep mountain, a huge golden dragon is entangled from bottom to top.

The golden dragon's reverse scale is pierced by a blood-red long sword, nailed to the mountain, and the golden dragon blood flows down from the wound, dyeing the entire mountain golden.

The dragon head was huge and ferocious, stretching out from the mountain, with its mouth wide open, facing a four-sided pyramid below.

The pyramid was located in the center of the depression, built up by layers of steps until it was higher than the surrounding cliffs. The top of the tower and the dragon head were facing each other from a distance, with a distance of only more than a hundred feet.

Dong——

At dawn, when the sun shone on the earth, looking around, the cliffs around the depression were already full of people.

They were all extraordinary cultivators, the inner sect of Feixian, among whom there were also some true disciples, deacons, and several elders and peak masters.

The fog wave was coming, and the disaster was looming. Many powerful figures and elders of Feixian were sent out to walk in the meteorite realm to lobby various forces.

As the overlord of this realm, Feixian Dongtian only needed to issue a decree, and its subordinate forces would not dare to disobey. But in addition, there are many forces that are not under the rule of Feixian, so they need to come to explain their interests and gather the power of the entire realm. As the head of a realm, Feixian Dongtian has always done this kind of thing personally.

Because many strong men are out, and a large number of strong men and disciples are guarding the border for a long time, therefore, not many people can come to watch this "Dragon Breath Body Forging", and some are even too lazy to watch the children playing house.

Unless it is an organization that intends to absorb new blood and expand its own lineage, it will send people to look for talents.

Even with all the above reasons, the number of people who come to watch the battle is still huge, almost filling the platform on the cliff, with shadows and whispers, and I don't know if there are tens of millions of people.

The strength of Feixian Dongtian can be seen.

On the platform, a gorgeous throne stood out of place, which was out of tune with the surroundings. A man in a purple robe with a feminine face was lying on it, not realizing that he took up too much space. The disciples around him did not dare to complain at all, and looked at the man with awe in their eyes.

『Xie Sheng Ning, a disciple of Feixian Dongtian Zhenchuan, ranked 27th on the Feilong List, has reached the fifth-level Shenzang realm, and has two Tao sources, peerless level: Blood Devouring (three rings), rare level: Mysterious Yin Poison Light (seven rings). 』

"Huh?"

Xie Sheng Ning's expression moved, and his eyes were attracted by a figure in the distance. He slowly stood up. The next moment, blood light flashed across the void and appeared beside the other party.

"Bao'er, you are here too? Oh, I heard that your sixth brother is here. Are you here to see him?"

Xie Sheng Ning pulled the corners of his mouth hard, showing what he thought was the most sunny smile, but because his face was too stiff, it looked very weird, as if a corpse was laughing.

Sizzle!

A purple-blue electric light flashed, and a black line slowly appeared on the neck of the evil saint, and then the head rolled to the ground.

"How many times have I said, can you call Bao'er?"

Wang Bao'er looked cold, and a strand of hair was surrounded by thunder. It was it that cut off the head of the evil saint.

"Haha, senior sister is so ruthless, junior brother knows that he is wrong."

The head on the ground was smiling, and slowly turned into a pool of blood while speaking, and the wound on the headless corpse was wriggling, and a head grew again in a breath.

"Get out of the way."

"Okay!"

The evil saint nodded and bowed, and his figure flashed, and he lay back on the throne again, his expression slowly became gloomy, and he snorted imperceptibly.

Wang Bao'er, the fifteenth of Jinghuang, was far more powerful than him, and he could only hold back his anger and dared not to vent in front of him.

Dong——

An old man with white hair and beard heard the bell, nodded slightly, and then stepped into the void. The next moment, the vast voice spread all around.

"Once every ten years, the dragon breath forging body begins!!"

Crack! Crack!

A thick iron wall rose up around the depression, revealing a dark passage in the cliff, where people stood in a forest, all breathing rapidly and full of fighting spirit.

Dong!!

Another bell sounded, followed by a dragon roar that resounded through the sky, coming from the mouth of the golden dragon.

Ang——

Hua La La——

Golden mist surged out from the dragon head, as if it was formed by countless bright golden particles, flowing over the top of the pyramid, pouring down along the surroundings, spreading wildly, as if endless, and would not stop until the entire depression was filled.

In a short while, the huge depression was filled with golden mist, and the dragon head still did not stop, spewing continuously, with endless golden light.

The golden-lit depression is like a golden lake. This is Shenglong Lake!

『Fish in the lake fight for the top of the pyramid, transforming into a real dragon and casting a diamond body.』

The Feixian Cave Heaven’s tradition that has lasted for ages has started again today.

At the moment when the golden lake water spread to the passage, it was as if the horn of the charge was blown. Tens of thousands of newly promoted outer disciples rushed out impatiently without any prior agreement.

Boom!

Stepping on the ground, like thousands of horses galloping, the ground was unbearable and trembled violently.

"kill!!"

"I am Li Batian of the Li family. Who dares to stop me? Kill!"

"Hahaha!"

"Fuck me!"

"happy!"

"My lady is here, please get out of the way!"

Chaos, chaos, how can we cooperate with each other? Under this golden light, after a few rushes, they could no longer find Bei. They could only fight wherever they saw them until they died.

Death is impossible. Feixian is a righteous and lawful force, so how can it demonstrate the way of cultivating Gu?

This golden dragon's breath is very strange. Even if your head is blown inside, you will be immediately wrapped in a layer of golden light. The figure inside will freeze and the injuries will heal quickly.

Although he recovered, he could no longer take half a step out of the light film. He could only stop here, absorbing some weak dragon breath power at the edge of Shenglong Lake.

This is equivalent to being eliminated.

"This dragon's breath is indeed what I need."

Yan Xing took his time, and was the last one to walk out of the passage. He grasped the golden light that was floating freely in front of him with his palms.

The next moment, the flesh and blood particles seemed to be like mad dogs, swallowing up the golden light. Those particles that swallowed up the golden light faintly flickered with bright golden light.

"nice one!"

Yan Xing's eyes flashed, he raised his eyes and looked up, looking directly at the top of the pyramid through the heavy golden mist. That's where the "Dragon's Breath" is most intense, and it's also a battleground for all disciples.

"Going to war?"

"Hey, I, Yan, want it!"

call--

There was a harsh sound of wind in his ears, and a thick metal rod whizzed over and hit Yan Xing directly on his temple.

clang! !

"What!?"

The attacker's eyes widened and he looked at Yan Xing's head, which was flashing black light, and then at his twisted stick, feeling extremely shocked.

"Lie down."

Before the sound could be heard, Yan Xing appeared in front of him like a ghost. With a slap of his hand, his chest was flattened and his whole body was pressed into the rock formation.

"Hoo ho, coo coo..."

He vomited blood bubbles from his mouth and was about to die. The surrounding golden mist gathered rapidly, wrapping it up and turning it into a film of light.

"interesting."

Yan Xing's eyes were full of meaning, he pondered for a moment and walked towards the pyramid.

"Okay, so strong!!"

The man in the light film regained his breath and struggled to look at Yan Xing, only to see an extremely majestic back gradually disappearing into the depths of the mist.

As he walked, Yan Xing kept thinking. He guessed that this "Dragon Breath Forging" might have the same function as the cross-border passage to identify spies. It seemed that Feixian Cave Heaven was really defeated by that fiasco in the ancient times. , so scared.

Of course, in the final analysis, this "Dragon Breath Body Training" is a benefit for new disciples. At the same time, through this competition, some good seedlings are selected, which can be said to kill three birds with one stone.

Yan Xing is advancing faster and faster, but this benefit only lasts for seven days. During these seven days, the "dragon's breath" will not stop spitting out. It is the magical energy accumulated by the golden dragon nailed to the mountain in ten years. energy.

Wherever you pass, you can see "golden eggs" everywhere, with a figure sealed inside. There are unwilling people roaring and roaring inside, and there are also smart people trying their best to swallow the golden light.

"Yan Xing? I found you!"

Ten figures, both male and female, rushed from the mist and surrounded Yan Xing, with cold expressions and surging murderous intent.

"A young hero appointed by a powerful being? Sorry, the young master has an order, this way is blocked!"

Yan Xing's eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't expect that his name had spread to the cave world. What kind of young master was this? He could command a group of disciples to work for him. He seemed to have a lot of background, but his structure was a little different, so he was not afraid.

"No way? Just get through."

"Ignorance! Kill!!"

Facing the siege of ten people, Yan Xing's eyes were cold. He stepped on his feet and his fists were like horns. His muscles and bones all over his body vibrated at a strange frequency. In an instant, the mist condensed and turned into a huge bull. Its body is shrouded.

"Powerful Bull Demon Fist? No! It's the true meaning of martial arts!"

"He is the ultimate mortal body!!"

In normal people's perception, if one can condense the true meaning of martial arts, then it must be the limit of the tenth level.

Moo——

The ground cracked, the horns were majestic, and the sky was full of cow shadows galloping past. Ten human figures were like rag dolls. They first rose into the air, then fell to the ground without strength, and were immediately wrapped in "golden eggs".

"Vulnerable."

Yan Xing brushed his sleeves and strode forward. As soon as he stepped through the fog in front of him, a bloody battlefield with tens of thousands of people gathered on one side blocked his way.

This area is like a meat grinder, and "golden eggs" are born out of thin air at every moment.

"This situation is just right for evolutionary talent."

As soon as this thought arose, Yan Xing used the power of [Return of Life] to control cells, flesh and blood, and began to extinguish the five senses. First, his eyes. The amber pupils turned gray due to the death of cells, followed by smell, taste, touch... …M.

Only hearing is left, and now there is nothing in Yan Xing's world except sound.

The transmission of sound requires a medium, and in this extraordinary world, the medium has infinite possibilities. Can particles in the void become the propagation medium of sound?

What about space?

Even time, laws, or other...

"The world of sound, here I come."

Yan Xing opened his gray eyes, fearless, and strode into the battlefield of tens of thousands of people.

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