Although the Fire Phoenix is a third-order ghost beast, it is only a remnant soul in the end, and naturally it can't withstand the punch that Long San can kill by leapfrogging. Therefore, when the fist hit the murderous aura, the killing momentum that permeated the sky quickly dispersed like a mist under the scorching sun. And the wings of the fire phoenix lay quietly on the scroll again.

This soul attack lasted for half an hour before it ended with the complete defeat of the Fire Phoenix. In terms of strength, Long San knew that he was far from being the opponent of the Fire Phoenix, but he also understood that although the strength of this third-order Fire Phoenix had reached the peak level of human ghosts, after a long period of suppression, it was no different from a crippled bird of prey.

When the furious beast-like emotion receded from the depths of his heart, Ryuzo slowly opened his eyes, feeling tired and shaking his head, which was still swollen and dizzy. The soul strangulation just now was far more terrifying than the physical strangulation.

"Have you conquered?" the voice of the ghost boy came faintly from the realm again.

"Hmm. Wiping his forehead, Ryuzo replied.

"The skills in this realm are your chances in themselves, and successful conquest means that you have the qualifications to cultivate this thing. ”

When Long San heard this, he smiled, and pressed his palms on the wings of the fire phoenix again, but this time, he was not attacked again, and he was ruthless, and the ghost power of Long San's first domain realm quickly flowed into the cloud patterns of the wings, and slowly operated.

After a few moments, the ghost power flowed back into the palm of his hand, forming two wonderful vortex cyclones.

When the cyclone appeared in the palm of the hand, the wings on the scroll suddenly shone brightly, black and red, getting thicker and thicker, black for the wings, red for the bone and blood, and finally turned into two thin rays, like a snake, shrunk onto the cyclone in the palm of the dragon's palm.

After that, two thin black and red rays melted into the cyclone, and then went up along the arms, and when they flowed down the veins to the main veins on both sides of the back, they stopped.

And the cyclone in the palm of his hand has disappeared. As the two thin rays stopped and pulled out two thin branch veins along the tendons, a strange scene appeared.

The two thin branch veins extend from the two main tendons and veins, and they slowly stop when they resist the soft tissue between the muscles and the skin.

Staring at the empty scroll with two eyes, Long San suddenly let out a terrible scream, the sweat on his forehead was already trickling down, his fists were clenched, he gasped for breath, and scolded viciously: "Beast, put away your tyranny, otherwise this will kill you!"

The body sat stiffly on the bed, sweat rolling down, biting his lip desperately, the slightest trace of blood spread on his lips, and after holding on for a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, Long San snorted, and simply fell down on the bed, letting the pain of the heart run back and forth unscrupulously between the tendons.

Time passed, and until Qiao Jiu woke up from meditation, Long San still hadn't woken up. Looking at his sweaty head, Qiao Jiu was stunned, and he was busy on him for a long time, but he didn't find the reason for his unconscious.

The pulse was normal, the heartbeat was normal, and the breathing was normal, but no matter how Qiao Jiu patted him or called him, he showed no signs of waking up. Outside the cave, the blue sky and white clouds are shining, and the sun is shining, which is a rare good weather.

A rainbow, hanging above the waterhole below, the fog is like floating clouds, the sky is like a dome, the cliffs on both sides are towering, the beauty of the scenery is like a picture scroll. At this time, it is noon.

From the beginning of cultivation to the time he entered the best realm, before he knew it, more than three hours had passed. Long San and the Fire Phoenix Soul fought and killed those two loud voices, Qiao Jiu heard them clearly, clearly, otherwise he would not have come to cultivate so quickly, after all, he was always concerned about Long San's safety in his heart. However, because he didn't know what kind of obstacle Long San had encountered, he only said that he had gone mad or entered the left path of the side door, so he hurriedly ended his cultivation and probed Long San's pulse, heartbeat, and breathing.

When he carefully investigated, he confirmed that Long San was fine, and he didn't go mad or strayed into the side door, but he just fell into a coma, and the worry hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

The soft sunlight spilled onto the ground through the cracks in the hole, casting specks of light. The cave was very silent, looking at Long San with a painful face, Qiao Jiu didn't know what kind of pain Long San was experiencing. Although he was a great ghost master, due to the limitations of his conventional physique, he did not dare to go deep into the realm of the three dragons, because the visions in the realm of the three dragons were completely beyond his imagination. Especially that strange fire, guarding the entire domain at all times, at that time, if he hadn't reacted quickly and escaped in time, I am afraid that he would have been burned into charred coals.

Seeing that Long San was in pain, Qiao Jiu took out a small white jade bottle from his storage space, tilted the mouth of the bottle, and poured out a few drops of bright red liquid like blood in Long San's mouth.

With a gurgling sound in his throat, the pain on Ryuzo's face was reduced a little. After that, the clothes on Long San's body turned into flying ashes in the thumping explosion, and fell on the bed, piling up a thick layer. Looking at this vision, Qiao Jiu's eyes revealed an even more strange look.

The clothes automatically exploded into pieces, but there was no harm in the body, what the hell is this Long San doing? Then, like a resurrected ghost, Long San automatically sat cross-legged and straightened, and his hands that formed a cultivation seal were placed on his knees, as if he had re-entered the cultivation.

Then, among Qiao Jiu's pupils, there was an extra pair of black wings, an iron-red skeleton, and dark wings, which were gently fluttering on Long San's spine, looking very beautiful.

"With wings on his back and a handsome face, isn't this—isn't this the atmosphere that only the legendary ghost venerable have?" Qiao Jiu asked suspiciously, and the three dragon ghosts moved their hearts at will, and slowly poured into the pair of huge wings along the two branched out on their backs.

With the continuous input of ghost power, the pitch-black wings immediately released a dazzling black light, and the originally soft natural light was replaced by this breathless black light in an instant. The next moment, the entire cavern sank into endless darkness, and hurricanes after hurricanes seemed to be forming in this darkness.

Looking curiously at this pair of black wings that seemed to be filled with ghost power, Long San controlled it and fanned it slightly, a force that was about to fly, supporting his body and wanting to fly, but because the support was too weak, it was far from enough to support him to fly.

"The wings are just beginning, the ghost power is difficult to carry, if you want to fly, with your current strength, I'm afraid it's still difficult. Looking at Long San, who was in a hurry, the ghost boy couldn't help but laugh.