The night shrouded the silent Wing Mansion, and the Wing God Dragon sat in his room, and in front of him, there were two scrolls, one black and one red.

This world is a world where power reigns supreme!

Those who have no power will always be lambs to the slaughter!

The Pterodactyl has made its choice.

As his hand gripped the scroll, the blue light silently enveloped his room, and the old figure reappeared in front of him.

It's still the easy chair, still biting the transparent pipe, and the look is the same as before.

The old man looked at the Winged Dragon and said, "Boy, tell me your choice, is it a red scroll or a black scroll?"

After a series of great changes, the state of mind of the Wing Shenlong has reached a higher level, and it has truly reached the point of not being alarmed. The appearance of the old man did not cause him any surprise.

"It's not black, it's not red, I'll choose the third. The Winged Dragon's eyes burned.

The old man was slightly stunned, then smiled dumbly, shook his head, and said, "Are you joking? There is no third choice, you only have two choices, either black or red!"

The Winged Dragon Silver Tooth bitten, raised his sword eyebrows, and said, "Why not?" I will first cultivate the low-level exercises of the King Rank, if this exercise is consistent with what you said, it can make me enter the Bronze Rank, and then I will enter the Great Sect by participating in the 'War Selection', and then transfer to the high-level exercises." That's my third option. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "Ignorant! I heard that you made a covenant with the Northern Immortal Dust of the Youtian Dynasty, do you think that with your continuous transfer of cultivation techniques, you will be able to catch up with the Northern Immortal Dust in three years?"

"Why not?"

"Why?"

"Because, I'm a pterodactyl!" the pterosaur's eyes burned, and his back straightened.

The old man looked at the eyes of the winged dragon, which burned like a fire, and inside was the firmness of abandoning everything and forgetting death, the persistence of not giving up until the goal was achieved, and the determination to never look back. How much this young man's eyes are like himself when he was young, he is also so stubborn, and he is also so arrogant, it is this look that has made and destroyed himself.

In his eyes, he saw his own reflection!

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Boy, I can bring you two things, one is the path to the peak of power, and the other is destruction. If you are willing to worship me as a teacher, you can kowtow nine times. ”

The Winged Dragon had no sorrow or joy, as if he had taken refuge, and knelt in front of the old man and kowtowed nine times in a row.

The old man looked pleased, he stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on the top of the head of the Wing Divine Dragon, and said, "From now on, you will be my heir." I hope that you will always have a conscience and compassion, respect life and faith, always hold the sword in your hand, and obey your own heart instead of **. ”

The old man's words carried a touch of solemnity and solemnity, and the Winged Dragon even felt that his body, mind and even soul had been purified and baptized under those words.

The old man picked up the Winged Dragon and said, "My mythical old man's regret in his life is that he can't pass on what he has learned in his life, and now this regret has finally been made up." ”

The winged dragon moved in his heart, it turned out that this mysterious old man was called the mythical old man.

"There is no accident in life, just like our encounter, just like the choice you make, everything is inevitable under the illusion of chance. You didn't choose the low-level exercises of the King Rank, because you understood what you wanted, and you didn't choose the low-level exercises of the Holy Rank, because you have your own principles of life, and in the midst of endless temptations, you can keep your heart and choose to believe in yourself, which is very good!" The old man of the myth paused and said, "Before passing on your exercises, let me tell you some anecdotes. Have you ever heard of the Age of the Thousand Demons?"

The Winged Dragon nodded, the legend of the Great War of Gods and Demons can be said to be known to everyone in the world, and the grandfather of the Winged Dragon, Yi Nantian, often hugged him when he was very young, sitting under the starlight and telling him all kinds of myths and legends. Wing Shenlong still remembered that he was only five or six years old at the time, and he worshipped the first person in history, Dongfang Tianlong, to death, shouting all day long to kill demons, and he couldn't find demons. It's like a dream when I think about it now.

"You know the troubled times of a thousand demons, so do you know how that era ended?" asked the mythical old man again.

The Winged Divine Dragon glanced at the mythical old man suspiciously, and said, "I heard from my grandfather that it was the Eastern Heavenly Dragon who united the gods to reseal the Gate of the Two Realms at the top of the Fallen Mountains of the Two Realms, isn't that so?"

The mythical old man shook his head and sneered: "Human beings always like to do some whitewashing work, they always habitually forget the suffering of the past and focus on the glory in front of them. It is true that Dongfang Tianlong has sealed the gate of the two worlds, but it is far from being as simple as the world says. In the war of gods and demons, human beings won, but it was also a tragic victory. Before entering the era of the Thousand Demons and Troubles, the human population was tens of billions, and at the end of the era of the Thousand Demons and the end of the Ages of the Thousand Demons, do you know how many people are left in the human race? less than a billion!"

The Pterodactyl gasped, and in the end, there were less than a billion people left in the tens of billions, and even if you listen to the numbers, the Pterodactyl has a creepy feeling. I had heard of the darkness of the era of the Thousand Demons Chaos before, but I was far from expecting it to be so tragic, this was almost on the verge of extinction.

"The tragedy of that era is far from what you can imagine. In the final battle, the gods appeared, all races came together, and a billion god warriors fought a decisive battle against the two realms of the mountains. In that battle, it took a hundred days to fight, the sky fell apart, the gods fell, the blood of the god warriors stained the entire earth and the sky, and there were less than 30 million of the billion god warriors left. In the face of the continuous flow of demon armies from the demon world, the extinction of the human race is a foregone conclusion. At the juncture when the world was about to fall into hell and mankind was about to perish, the 30 million remaining divine warriors of the Eastern Heavenly Dragon Union, with the flesh and blood of the billion divine warriors as the cornerstone and the heroic souls of the billion divine warriors as sacrifices, burned the divine souls, forcibly summoned the Hongmeng Origin, and cast the Heavenly Dao Divine Monument. The Divine Monument was born, the blood of heaven and earth rained, the ghosts cried and the gods howled, the human race finally turned the tide of the war, the Eastern Heavenly Dragon controlled the Divine Monument, a monument destroyed the ten directions and eight poles, a monument suppressed the boundless demon hell, and a monument sealed the gate of the two worlds, ending the era of a thousand demons in a chaotic era. This is the myth and legend that I recommend heaven and earth with my body, and a billion heroic souls have created a monument. ”

The Winged Divine Dragon heard that his thoughts were agitated, and his blood was boiling, and I am afraid that as long as human beings are unable to remain calm in the face of such a legend, "I recommend heaven and earth with my body, and a billion heroic souls will build a monument", how tragic and magnificent this is! It's just that the Winged Divine Dragon has already passed the naïve stage of reverence or worship, and it calmed down after being excited for a while. These things are too far away from him, so far away that they can only be heard as a myth, a legend. And the mythical old man obviously wouldn't tell him these things for no reason.

The mythical old man nodded secretly, taking his heart as the heaven and earth, not moved by external objects, this son is kind!

The mythical old man said: "The tragic battle of the Thousand Demons in the troubled times has made all races extinct and the inheritance of mankind severed. Although the human race has gradually recovered its vitality in tens of thousands of years, and with the efforts of countless amazing geniuses, the cultivation of battle qi has been pushed to the peak, but it has never been able to restore the supreme glory of the hundred emperors and the hegemony of all races in the ancient era. A house without beams and pillars, no matter how ornately built, cannot withstand a storm. I spent my entire life in poverty, exhausted my thoughts, and sat in front of the Heavenly Dao Monument for three hundred years, enlightened by the ancient heroic spirits, and finally realized two unique studies. ”