Jumping over a ravine, Jun Qianluo slowly walked towards the waterfall, his eyes cautiously swept around, and he breathed a sigh of relief after not seeing any demon beasts. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Coming to the place of the steep mountain wall, Jun Qianluo carefully selected here for a long time, and then selected a cave four or five meters away from the ground, carefully climbing some wet and greasy stones, Jun Qianluo was like a spirit monkey, and quickly drilled into the cave selected in advance.

The inside of the cave is a little cool, but the internal area is not small, so it is obviously more than enough for Dejun Qianluo to live alone.

After carefully scanning the ground inside the cave a few times, and not finding anything left by the demon beast, he was slightly relieved, and after a rough cleaning of the cave, he took out some purchased field materials from the second grade Sumeru ring, and built a soft and dry resting bed in the cave.

After installing some necessary daily necessities, Jun Qianluo blocked the entrance of the cave with a boulder so that only one person could pass through, and he would spend a lot of days here, and safety was the most important thing.

After doing this, Jun Qianluo patted the dust on his hands, looked at the somewhat dim cave, and groaned slightly, and then took out three moonstones from the treasure cave from the second-grade Sumeru ring, and placed them in the grooves on the surrounding stone walls.

Looking at the rejuvenated cave, Jun Qianluo grinned, sat on the soft bed, let out a long breath, and immediately crossed his legs, his hands in front of him to make a cultivation handprint, slowly recovering the vitality consumed in his body, as well as the mental exhaustion caused by the past two days of hurrying.

With Jun Qianluo's silence, his breathing is also gradually smooth, exhaling and inhaling, forming a perfect cycle, each alternation of breathing cycles, wisps of light energy will emanate from the surrounding space, and finally follow Jun Qianluo's breathing, into his body, and after refining through the meridians, it will be stored in the cyclone in the lower abdomen.

In the quiet cultivation, Jun Qianluo's mind sank into his body, and his strange inner vision allowed him to clearly see the vitality flowing in his body.

The mind passed through several main meridians, and finally came to the lower abdomen, and the cyclone, which was the base of the vitality, slowly rotated and appeared in sight.

Seeing this magical cyclone again, Jun Qianluo was slightly relieved in his heart, after nearly a year of cultivation, when he was promoted to the early stage of the Martial Spirit Realm, there was only a milky white cyclone the size of a palm, but now, because of the Yuan Qi Gong method, it has been transformed into a light yellow, and the area is also much larger, Jun Qianluo can clearly feel that the concentration of vitality contained in the cyclone now is more than ten times stronger than at the beginning.

Looking at the pale yellow vitality that was constantly entering the cyclone from the meridians, Jun Qianluo smiled slightly, and slowly withdrew from his body, and only after the vitality in his body was completely restored, he opened his eyes.

Lazily twisted his body, and the feeling of refreshment returned to Jun Qianluo's body again, clenching his fists tightly, Jun Qianluo could perceive that because of the recent penance, now his strength is gradually moving from the middle stage of the martial spirit realm to the late stage, maybe in another month or two, he should be able to enter the level of the late stage of the martial spirit realm.

And when the time comes, if you remove the shackles of the heavy sword, plus your own several blue-level exercises, you may be able to compete with people in the middle of the martial state of mind, of course, the premise here is that the martial artist in the middle of the martial state of mind is proficient in the level of martial arts and martial arts, which is lower than Jun Qianluo, after all, Jun Qianluo's exercises are yellow-level exercises, which is his only weakness!

After adjusting the essence to a normal state, Jun Qianluo flipped his palm, and a black scroll appeared in his hand, which was the flying martial art of the blue-level exercise.

Soaring in the sky, is everyone's dream, and for free flight, Jun Qianluo is also very interested, flying, is the best guarantee for escape, if there is no crape myrtle immortal white eagle that night, the two of them want to escape from the cliff surrounded by heavy pressure, the difficulty may rise sharply.

In the current Daogu Continent, the Yuan Qi Transformation Wing is the patent of the powerhouses above the Wuyuan Realm, and other people can generally only look at the sky and sigh, but Jun Qianluo's rare flying martial arts obtained by chance can get him out of the shackles of this boundary.

Holding the scroll in both hands, Jun Qianluo licked his lips, untied the carefully tied string on the scroll, and then slowly spread it out.

The pitch-black scroll was spread out, and two pitch-black and somewhat chilling eagle feathers appeared in the eyes, because the pair of eagle feathers were painted on the scroll, so the shape was not large, but it faintly exuded a little heat, looking at this strange appearance, it was obviously not a simple portrait.

The eagle feathers are dark in color, faintly revealing some purple cloud patterns, looking carefully, the wings are like black steel, with a special metallic texture, the feathers on the eagle's wings, exuding a faint heat, Jun Qianluo blew lightly on it, his face couldn't help but be slightly startled, only to see that under the light wind, the feathers on the eagle's wings were like real wings, and they were whisked up, which was extremely magical.

His eyes swept over the eagle's wings, and Jun Qianluo's eyes suddenly stopped on a line of small characters on the side, blinked his eyes, and read it softly.

"Purple Cloud Flash Eagle, a fifth-order flying demon beast, is said to have the sparse bloodline of an ancient phoenix, flight speed, among all flying demon beasts, among the best, cunning and ferocious by nature, extremely difficult to capture, only survive in the Yunling area in the south of the continent."

"Fifth-Order Demon Beast?" The tip of his heart shook, and Jun Qianluo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, that was a martial arts realm powerhouse equivalent to a human being.

"This volume of martial arts, called Eagle Feather, also known as Purple Feather, is that I and a few friends spent three years, only to successfully capture a purple cloud flash eagle, with a secret method to take its feathers, and finally formed this volume of flying martial arts that can be practiced by people, this martial arts is painted by me with vitality before I die, only one person can practice, remember!"

"It's really a cow, you dare to catch a flying demon beast at the level of the Wuyuan Realm...", he exclaimed twice, Jun Qianluo was a little curious about what kind of level of powerhouse this predecessor who left these things behind.

Looking away from the small characters, Jun Qianluo carefully stretched out his palm and gently touched the pair of slightly purple jet black eagle feathers.

"How do you feel it... Like the real thing? ”

The touch of feathers from the palm of his hand surprised Dejun Qianluo, and his palm stroked it carefully again, his face suddenly changed, and he withdrew his palm as if he had been electrocuted, and said in horror: "There is a soul in this eagle wing?" ”

Jun Qianluo's soul perception is extremely good, and when he touched the eagle wings just now, he clearly noticed that there was a violent soul full of tyranny hidden in the eagle wings.

"Huh? Sure enough, there is a hidden soul, but it is an unconscious soul. The old man's surprised voice suddenly came from the jade pendant on Jun Qianluo's finger.

"Unconscious?" Stunned, Jun Qianluo asked suspiciously.

"I think, this should be caused by the secret method of creating flying martial arts in the past, well, the soul and wings of the flying demon beast were stripped out, and finally fused together, of course, the fusion here must require some unique secret methods to cooperate, in order to form a real martial art... It's no wonder that the current flying martial arts have almost been lost, and it turns out that in the process of production, you must also understand these strange things. Nan Yejia smiled faintly.

"That's... Cultivation shouldn't have any negative effect, right? Jun Qianluo asked with some apprehension.

"The soul you sensed just now should be the Purple Cloud Flash Eagle, after so many years of tempering, its wisdom has probably completely become the instinct of a beast, as long as you are a little more vigilant when using it, nothing will happen." Nan Yejia said with a smile.

Hearing Nan Yejia's words, Jun Qianluo breathed a sigh of relief, he was a little afraid that if he cultivated this thing, he would let himself be controlled by the soul of the purple cloud flash carving, after all, the wisdom of a fifth-order demon beast would not be lower than that of a human being.

Turning his gaze to the black eagle wings on the scroll again, Jun Qianluo carefully read the procedures on the side of the scroll on how to cultivate several times, frowned slightly, and said softly: "It says that in the process of cultivation, the purple cloud flash soul in the wing may attack the cultivator, if it can resist its soul attack, then it can continue to cultivate, if not, the person who gets it is advised to give up cultivation." ”

"Huh, it seems that it is still a little dangerous to cultivate this flying martial art." Exhaled, Jun Qianluo sighed helplessly.

"If you want to get something, you have to pay something else." Nan Yejia smiled faintly: "With your soul strength, you don't need to worry too much about the soul attack of the Purple Cloud Flash Eagle, although it is a fifth-order, but now, it is just a remnant soul, and it can't become a climate." ”

Hearing this, Jun Qianluo nodded slightly, then gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind to slowly stretch out his palm.

His palms moved to the scroll, lightly pressed his soft wings, and he took a deep breath, and Jun Qianluo's eyes slowly closed.

Not long after the palm of his hand was close to the wings, among the eagle wings, the tyrannical eagle soul suddenly let out a sharp cry that made the soul tremble, and the sound passed through the scroll, and finally followed Jun Qianluo's arm, like a diamond, desperately impacting his brain.

The first time he was attacked from the soul, Jun Qianluo trembled suddenly, and his face turned a little white out of thin air.

"Close your eyes, sink your mind, guard your head, and let it attack!" In the jade pendant, there was the shouting of Nan Yejia.

Gritting his teeth and nodding, Jun Qianluo's soul perception was outside his head, surrounded by several circles of protection, and finally resisted the sharp scream that could reach the soul.

As if seeing that the soul hissing had no effect, the soul of the purple cloud flash sculpture was silent for a moment, and a tyrannical emotion suddenly came out of the scroll, and then rushed towards the depths of Jun Qianluo's heart.

"Hold your mind and don't let it control your emotions, or you'll become a beast that only knows how to kill!" Nan Yega's deep voice sounded in perfect harmony.

Taking a deep breath again, Jun Qianluo held on to his mind, not daring to let the tyrannical emotions invade in the slightest.

This soul contest lasted for more than ten minutes, before it slowly ended with the defeat of the Purple Cloud Flash Eagle, in terms of strength, although Jun Qianluo was far inferior to the fifth-order demon beast, but after countless years of suppression, now this Purple Cloud Flash Eagle is no different from a crippled beast.

When the tyrannical emotion like a beast withdrew from the tide in his heart, Jun Qianluo's whole body suddenly softened, his face was pale, and he looked extremely tired.

"Did you succeed?" Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Jun Qianluo asked.

"Well, you have the qualifications to cultivate this thing."

Hearing this, Jun Qianluo smiled with relief, and his palms touched the eagle's wings again, but this time, he was not attacked again, pursed his lips, and the vitality in Jun Qianluo's body slowly ran in his body along the track described on the scroll, and after a while, the vitality turned to his arm and gradually rushed into the palm of his hand.

When the vitality appeared in the palm of his hand, the eagle wings on the black scroll suddenly shone brightly, purple and black, getting thicker and thicker, and finally turned into two small purple and black rays of lightning, which rushed into Jun Qianluo's palm.

Two tiny purple-black rays of light, after entering Jun Qianluo's body, flowed rapidly along the meridians, and when they flowed to the meridians at Jun Qianluo's back, they suddenly stopped, and then turned their heads, and they pulled the meridians out of two extremely small branches.

These two branches extend from the main trunk and come to a slow stop when they reach the dorsal spine.

Jun Qianluo, who was still stunned by the disappearance of the eagle wings in the outside world, suddenly let out a terrible scream, the sweat on his forehead suddenly rolled down, his fists were clenched tightly, he gasped heavily, and hissed: "What the hell is this thing doing?" ”

The body curled up on the bed, Jun Qianluo bit his lip vigorously, and the slightest trace of blood spread in his mouth, after holding on for a while, Jun Qianluo finally couldn't bear the severe pain of this meridian tearing, and fainted very simply.

(There is one more tonight, to be continued)

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