"Oh!?" Winged Divine Dragon's interest was raised again, if he could awaken the Trace of the Heavenly Gods, then with the Divine Master, he would gain a talent that surpassed the Northern Stygian Dust, and it would obviously be of great help to improve his combat effectiveness. It's just that the Winged Shenlong knows that there is no free lunch in the world, and it is basically impossible to achieve the results of others for years or even a hundred years in a short period of time, without experiencing nine deaths and a lifetime. So the Pterodactyl did not rejoice prematurely.

He seemed to have made up his mind and said, "Originally, I was reluctant to use this method, it was too dangerous. The divine master's divine thought is an offensive weapon, an offensive weapon against the soul, and the more high-level the divine master's divine thought, the more powerful it is. ”

"The Divine Mind Attack is like a sword, directly inserted into the enemy's mind, and if the spiritual cultivation is not strong enough to stop the person, the head will be like a watermelon being smashed, and it will explode into countless pieces. And in one case, no matter how powerful the divine mind is, it can't kill a kind of person. That is the one who has the traces of the gods but has not yet awakened. The lethal impact of divine thoughts is like a stimulus for the unawakened owner of the Celestial Scar, and this stimulus can awaken the Celestial Trace hidden in the depths of the soul. In other words, if you want to awaken the Trace of the Celestial Gods in a short period of time, it is very simple, that is, I will slash the sword of the Divine Thought on my head, and if you can't die, the Trace of the Celestial Gods will awaken, and if your head explodes, then it means that you have no Traces of the Gods. "Hades.

The corners of the pterodactyl's mouth twitched, damn it, why is it this kind of fatal thing. The Winged Dragon asked with a bitter face, "Has anyone tried this method?"

The eyes rolled and said, "In history, there are still a few, haha." ”

The Winged Dragon's eyes widened, and he said, "This is a matter of life. You won't be better if I'm dead, tell me the truth. ”

He rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll confess." In my memory, there was one time. It seems that hundreds of years ago, there were hundreds of god-warriors who did not have long eyes besieged the gods, and were swept by a divine thought on the gods, and their heads were directly blown off, but one of them did not die, because he had the marks of the gods, and he actually awakened under the attack of the gods. It was this chance that the gods knew that the deadly divine attack had the effect of opening the traces of the gods. Except this time, no one has tried it again. First, the traces of the gods are very difficult to determine, who wants to find death by themselves? Second, once it is determined that there may be traces of the gods, that person must be protected like a treasure, who is willing to let people use divine thoughts to put him to death. ”

The winged dragon rolled his eyes and said, "Then you still give me this bad idea?" The history of human beings for tens of thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of years has been done by one person, and it was accidentally awakened when someone blew up his head. How do you know that it was a divine attack that caused him to awaken, and not something else? What if it's the other reason? My head is bursting like a watermelon?"

The Immortal Monster shouted, "His grandmother, I didn't say that you should do this, I just said that there is such a method, you want to use a few days to get the results that others can only get for decades or hundreds of years, and you don't pay something to achieve it? Do you still want to sleep, and the Trace of the Celestial Gods will be opened tomorrow?"

The Winged Dragon asked solemnly, "Styx, are you sure, and sure I have the traces of the gods?"

He hummed and chirped: "Well, there should be one." Because cultivating the Hongmeng Heavenly Book is bound to cultivate the upper dantian, the strength of the divine soul of the three divine masters is far from meeting the requirements of the Hongmeng Heavenly Book, and only the divine soul of the heavenly master is qualified. Since the gods have passed on the Hongmeng Book of Heaven to you, then you must have the traces of the gods. ”

The Pterodactyl jumped up and said, "Your logic is wrong. The master gave me two exercises and asked me to choose one, how did he know that I chose the Hongmeng Heavenly Book? Isn't it the Taichu Secret Codex? I don't need the trace of the gods to cultivate the Taichu Secret Codex. In other words, if I have the mark of the gods or not, it is possible to choose the Hongmeng Book of Heaven. Therefore, the statement that if you pass on the Hongmeng Heavenly Book, I must have the traces of the gods, is not true!"

He said with a smile: "Anyway, I said this method, it's your business whether you use it or not." As God said, your way, choose your own way. ”

The pterosaur yelled angrily, "."

This night, the Winged Dragon tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and all his mind was confused about the Celestial Scars.

The Winged Dragon is not afraid of death, but it is afraid of dying in a blur, and it is not clear. He hated to hand over his fate to the heavens, and deep down, he wanted to hold his fate tightly in his own hands. To be honest, it's not that I don't believe in Hades, but in the eyes of the Pterodactyl, the feasibility of slashing a sword on his head is really very small, and the reason why Pterodactyl thinks that Pterodactyl has the mark of the gods does not stand up to scrutiny. Others think that his Winged Dragon's life is worthless, and he himself is expensive, is he really stupid to really slash a sword on his head to see if he can cut it out?

It's just that man is a contradictory creature, and reason and emotion are often opposed. Reason clearly told the Winged Shenlong that doing this damn way was simply a joke with his own life, but emotion told the Winged Shenlong that he had to fight! The Northern Styx had already entered the Golden Realm, leaving him far away from the two great realms, and if he really wanted to catch up with him within three years, he would have to go off the rails and do nothing.

The trace of the gods, this is not only related to the question of whether he can cultivate the way of the heavenly master, but also the question of whether he can deepen the cultivation of the Hongmeng Heavenly Book, you must know that the cultivation of the Hongmeng Heavenly Book must have the trace of the gods. If the trace of the gods is not awakened, it will be difficult for Hongmeng Tianshu to cultivate this source heaven and earth, and all the previous choices and efforts will be in vain.

The Winged Shenlong practiced too hard in the previous month, and now it has just broken through, it is the time to stabilize the realm, the way of cultivation is tight, and blindly practicing hard will often achieve the opposite effect, and the all-knowing, omnipotent Shen naturally understands this truth, and the duel between the Wing Shenlong and Yi Shanglin is coming, so the Ming is very generous to let the Wing Shenlong rest for two days, recuperate, and prepare for a battle.

The Winged Dragon didn't go anywhere, and quietly went out of the Wing Mansion and touched it to the side.

The Yijia Manor is very large, but the Sikong Mansion next to the Yijia is larger, and the two manors are backed by the back mountain, facing the Yicheng, and the momentum is extremely majestic.

The Winged Dragon sneaked to the back of Sikong Mansion, where the high wall of Sikong Mansion and the mountain behind it meet, and the trees next to it were extremely hidden. The Styx was extremely puzzled by the Winged Dragon's sneaky behavior, and the Styx was a dragon who couldn't hide the problem in his stomach, so he asked the Winged Dragon: "Winged boy, what are you doing here?

The Winged Dragon ignored it because he found that the Feng Shui treasure had already been occupied by a large number of teenagers. On the high wall of Sikong Mansion, seven or eight teenagers about sixteen or seventeen years old were sneakily crouching on the turquoise wall tiles, looking excited, and secretly stretched out their heads to look into Sikong Mansion. The boys' faces were flushed, their eyes flashed with excitement, and from time to time they whispered to each other. The Pterodactyl even saw a fat man who didn't even know that his saliva was coming out.

A bunch of hooligans!