Feathering.

Looking at the feathers around him, Wang Ling fell into deep thought.

"Although the refinement speed of the Feather Technique has been greatly affected by the power of the soul, it is still not enough in the current situation."

Feathers after feathers condensed around Wang Ling's body, and almost every few minutes, a feather formed.

In order to succeed in this secret art, the number of feathers needs to reach one million, but now the number of feathers is not even a hundred thousand.

"Condensation."

All the feathers gather in one place, and a phoenix bird rises.

The bird's blank eyes radiated aura, and its mouth opened to emit a high-pitched chirp, like a real phoenix bird reappearing.

Wang Ling immediately fell silent, "What the hell should I do?" ”

Even as he pondered, the feathering technique was still working, and the feathers were constantly forming.

The phoenix bird's body was formed, soaring into the sky, hovering above Wang Ling's head.

Looking at the free phoenix bird soaring in mid-air, Wang Ling's eyes occasionally showed a little envy.

It's a pity that now I am in thorns, I can't break free, and the shackles are in front of me, and I need to break through them all.

As time passed, his contemplation gradually deepened, and his cultivation deepened unconsciously, and in his eyes, two mini phoenix shadows were revealed.

He has the inheritance of the Feng clan and has half of the blood of the Feng clan, but in the cultivation of the secret art of the Feng clan, he cannot achieve inner perfection.

"If I have the complete bloodline of the Feng Clan, the cultivation of the Feather Transformation Technique will definitely be taken to the next level."

It's a pity that nine times out of ten, things in the world can't go as you wish.

Wang Ling opened his eyes and seemed to see through the essence of the matter.

Thundered!

The entire chamber shook, the ground slowly subsided, and stretched in all directions, and a mountain forest emerged.

Wang Ling jumped out, and the phoenix bird above his head cried, moving with his figure.

While shuttling with the phoenix bird, the feathers are still condensed all over the body.

Soon, a miniature phoenix bird condensed, one big and one small, dancing with each other.

Looking at the two phoenix birds, Wang Ling still did not stop.

The void trembled, and a powerful force fell.

Wang Ling fell from mid-air, only to feel that the gravity on the ground was amazing, almost thirty times more than usual.

Under the action of such a strong gravity, it is very difficult to stand, even if Wang Ling is strong, he also has a difficult feeling.

In this state, the feathers continued to condense from his body.

From beginning to end, Wang Ling was practicing the Feather Transformation Technique, and all the changes in the secret room were just borrowed by him to polish and cultivate.

Sou.

Wang Ling relied on his own strength to rise from the ground and fall far away, like a bombshell, smashing a big pit in place.

The feathers struggled to coalesce from his body, but they still flew into the sky.

"Freedom."

The big and small phoenix birds danced, picked up the feathers, and flew higher.

In the end, Wang Ling could only watch from afar, and seemed to have lost control of this feather.

At this point, new feathers emerge from his body.

One after another, the speed has increased compared to when he first started cultivating.

Half an hour later, a new miniature phoenix bird formed.

The three phoenix birds were juxtaposed in the sky, dancing, and the momentum was rolling, and clusters of energy were surging in all directions.

Wang Ling ignored this scene and continued to concentrate on cultivating feathers.

A few hours later, there were more than a dozen miniature phoenix birds around him.

The size of these phoenix birds was naturally inferior to that of large phoenix birds, and the cultivation speed of the feathering technique was much faster.

Wang Ling suddenly rose a little confident, if it was at this level, the Feathering Technique would be successful in the near future, and he would not be afraid of anyone at that time.

Seeing that the feathering technique was advancing rapidly, his interest was extremely high.

Suddenly, Wang Ling only felt a movement in his body, and a stream of heat gushed out.

A soft sigh came out of his mouth, and a look of surprise immediately appeared in his eyes, because he felt something strange in his body that he had never felt before.

He didn't stop cultivating, but while feeling, he practiced the feathering technique.

In his eyes, a pair of phoenix clan marks emerged, and they became more and more dazzling.

Gradually, these two marks were transmitted from the pupils, and even Wang Ling felt the presence of light.

At this time, in addition to the violently changing Feng clan imprint, he clearly felt the tumbling hot blood in his body, as if he was about to rush out of his body.

"What's going on, could it be related to the changes in the cultivation of the Feather Transformation Technique?" Wang Ling was shocked.

Boom –

The hot blood in the body seemed to have broken through the boundary, and the cosmic energy was immediately vented in the body, and the blood and qi raged, forming a knife-like pain.

Soon, Wang Zero discovered the anomaly.

I saw that around him, among those phoenix feathers, there were drops of blood one after another.

These blood droplets appeared almost out of thin air, and when they appeared, an aura that made Wang Ling feel familiar immediately emanated.

"Phoenix blood?" Wang Ling felt incredulous and carefully examined the blood droplets.

Syllable.

The blood droplets burst one by one, forming a blood-colored wave of qi that spread around, and everywhere it passed, whether it was a feather or a phoenix, as long as it touched, all of them turned blood-colored.

Suddenly, Wang Ling found that the condensed feathers were no longer white, but turned blood.

"This?" His eyes groaned, lost in thought.

After a long while, I saw him stretch out his hand, and a blood feather flew out, swept through the air like lightning, and hit the ground, instantly cutting out a crack several meters long.

"Awesome." Wang Ling gasped, and then looked at the blood feather, the body surface was so smooth that there was no damage at all.

With a wave of his hand, the blood feather came out again, and it seemed that it was affected by the mutation, and its power was almost twice as strong as that of the white feather.

Shout!

The shadow of blood flashed, and a mountain let out a roar, and the upper part of the mountain slid down like a mudslide.

Wang Ling kept looking at the blood feathers, and experimented from time to time.

After a long time, he stopped contentedly, and his face showed joy.

This mutation of the Feather Technique should be related to the Phoenix Clan inheritance in his body, but what he didn't expect was that there would be a connection between the two.

"I couldn't fight without Blood Feather, but now I have the confidence to fight." Wang Ling thought in his heart, "I don't know what tricks you will play, just come." ”

After saying that, he continued to practice.

A few days later, Wang Ling walked out of the secret room and came to the courtyard.

Looking at the sky, his gaze pierced the vast void, wanting to see the flying fortress in the distance.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, and there is only confusion and nothing.

"Since you don't show up, then I'll create a chance for you."

After saying this, Wang Ling walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Hehe, there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to hell, you want to come in." A long, high-pitched laugh came as he stepped out of the courtyard door.

"Who are you?" Wang Ling stopped and looked in the direction where the whisper came from.

"Why do you ask so much, your life is hard to protect today." Where the voice fell, a man with red lips and white teeth appeared.

This is a bull-headed man, poorly dressed and dirty, holding a three-pointed fork in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly into a straight line, looking at Wang Ling.

"Just you?" Wang Ling looked at the minotaur with disdain.

"Why, you're confident in yourself." The minotaur laughed.

"Not bad." Wang Ling replied.

The Minotaur sneered again, "This is the funniest joke I've ever heard, your life, then I'm not going to take it." ”

"Just a phantom, dare to say that." Wang Ling suddenly laughed.

The minotaur's face changed suddenly, he looked at Wang Ling again, and asked, "When did you find out?" ”

Wang Ling did not answer, but walked towards the minotaur, and said as he went: "No matter who you are, no matter what purpose you have, since you want to be my enemy, I don't care at all. ”

As he spoke, he had come to the minotaur and raised his hand to grab the minotaur.

As soon as the palm of his hand touched, the minotaur's body changed for a while, and slowly disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that it was empty in front of him, Wang Ling smacked his lips quite dissatisfied, so he had to stop.

In a cave, a minotaur was sitting, and not far away, a young man with lightning all over his body was looking at him.

The minotaur's eyes moved, and he slowly opened them, his eyes showing a little tiredness.

"I've been recognized, this person is quite capable."

"In the Snow Palace, cultivators who can see through your illusions are not strong enough to have the strength of an ordinary elder."

"Yes, I suspect he already has the ability to do that."

The young man shook his head, "His strength is not on par with ordinary elders, and he may have some special magical powers." ”

The minotaur nodded, "This is also reasonable, but he shouldn't have seen through my game immediately, in this case, there is a big gap with your strength." ”