Seeing his demeanor, the Winged Shenlong was like being kicked directly from a high mountain to a low valley, and his fluctuating state of mind gradually calmed down, laughing at himself, what else did he fantasize about? Among the human beings, there are two or three percent of people whose dantian cannot cultivate, and he is this kind of person, and this is a problem that the gods cannot solve. What else could he expect?

"Are you so hungry for power? There is no such thing as a free lunch, what price can you pay for power?" the old man began.

At what cost?

The old man's words made the thoughts of the Winged God Dragon surge in his mind. All the experiences of the past ten years have constantly surfaced in my mind, the high-flying and domineering when I was young, the high-spirited when everyone was in the limelight, the overwhelming ridicule around me when I found out the truth, the endless contempt suffered by being repatriated, the mediocre life of swallowing my anger, the strong unwillingness to look up to the strong, the disappointment on my grandfather's face that could not be concealed, and all the chaotic fragments and thoughts were constantly intertwined and flashed in his mind.

The old man was not in a hurry to know the answer of the Wing Shenlong, and in the room filled with blue energy that no one could peep into, he sat in a leisurely chair and swallowed the clouds and mist.

I don't know how long it took for the Winged Dragon to come back to his senses from the past, and his still childish voice sounded firmly: "I have climbed to the top of the most honorable mountain, and I have also fallen into the darkest abyss. And the only reason for this ups and downs is strength. If you ask me what the price I can pay for gaining power, I will tell you my whole life!"

The old man nodded and said, "I appreciate your dedication to pursuing power, and I can give you a chance." The old man took out a black scroll from his bosom, placed it beside the bed of the Winged Divine Dragon, and said, "This is a low-level exercise of the king rank, and you have less than a 10% chance of cultivating the middle dantian." The lower dantian can't be cultivated, so why don't you find another way to cultivate the middle dantian, open up the heaven and earth mansion in the middle dantian, and replace the lower dantian to hide the essence and absorb qi? But after cultivating this exercise, you only have ten years to live. ”

The Lower Dantian can't be cultivated, so it's okay to transfer to the Middle Dantian? The eyes of the Winged Divine Dragon bloomed with unprecedented hope, like a drowning person grasping a life-saving straw. It's just that after listening to the introduction of this exercise, the hope that had just emerged was extinguished by a basin of cold water, and he was full of disappointment, and shook his head with a wry smile. There are still such strange exercises in the world, and the Winged Shenlong has heard that some powerful exercises and tactics will hurt the heavens and the peace after cultivation, and will lose their lifespan, but after all, people use their lives to return the strength. And this exercise is to fill it with life, and even a blister can't beat one. Although the idea of using the middle dantian to replace the lower dantian to hide the essence and absorb the qi in this exercise is really fanciful, but the idea of good does not mean that it can be done, not to mention the success of that layer, even if the cultivation is successful, there is only ten years of life, so what is the cultivation to do?

The old man took out another blood-red scroll from his arms, put it next to the black scroll, and said, "This is a low-level Saint-level exercise. ”

As soon as the words fell, the heart of the pterosaur beat violently, and its eyes fixed on the blood-red scroll as if it wanted to swallow it.

In this world, there are two kinds of cultivation methods: the method of exercise and the method of war. Cultivating the exercises can make people constantly break through the realm and gain great power. And the method of battle can completely exert the power of the cultivation of the exercises, causing the greatest damage. To give a simple example, the function of the exercise is to obtain the energy of an attack, and whether the attack is hit with a fist or a kick is determined by the method of battle. According to the magnitude of the power, the divine warriors divide the exercises and tactics into five levels, and the power from small to large is divided into five levels: desolate, king, emperor, saint, and emperor, and each level is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.

The king-level low-level exercises that the old man took out are undoubtedly an extremely ordinary kind of exercises, although this kind of exercises are not a big road, but they are not necessarily rare, and the Yi family has four king-level low-level methods. But the low-level exercises of the Holy Rank, let's put it this way, the entire Nine Kingdoms of the Eastern Regions can't afford to buy it even if it is sold.

The desolate rank exercises are big road goods, the king-level exercises are considered ordinary goods, and the emperor-level exercises are also priceless treasures in the sect, and they are offered like ancestors, and the holy level, which is a legend, is estimated to only exist among the peak forces of the four major god realms, as for the emperor level, I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it.

If this Saint-Rank low-level exercise is taken out, countless supergiants who can wipe out the Heavenly Wind Kingdom with one hand will personally descend and snatch it, and the Four Great Divine Realms will also fight for it, and the Heavenly Wind Kingdom will immediately be bloody, and the destruction of the country will only be in an instant! This is the value of this volume of Saint-Rank low-level exercises.

Having it is equivalent to having a pass to the strong!

"Do you want it?" said the old man with a smile and patted the blood-red scroll.

The Winged Divine Dragon swallowed his saliva and nodded fiercely, his eyes eager to stretch out a hand to grasp this scroll of exercises, only a fool would not want to.

"Don't worry, I'm making a decision after listening to my introduction. This volume of exercises is called the Nine Shades Evil Demon Transformation, condensing the demon's heart, transforming the demon into a body, controlling the Nine Shadows, and the power is endless. The old man paused, and said hesitantly: "However, this volume of exercises is deeply demonic, and you must absorb the soul qi and blood of your loved ones and condense the demonic heart before you can get started." ”

A basin of cold water poured down, and the Winged Dragon was stunned for a moment. Could it be that the dearest ones, mother, grandfather, and cultivators of this volume of exercises must kill their mother or grandfather with their own hands and absorb the soul qi and blood in order to condense the demon heart?

The old man glanced at him, slowly pushed the two scrolls in front of the Wing Shen Dragon, and said, "I'll give you these two scrolls." It's up to you to decide whether to trade your life for a chance to enter the Bronze Realm and live for ten years, or to endure the pain and swing your sword and enter the portal to the Supreme Realm!"

"Besides, I'll give you another creation. After speaking, the old man's fingers flexed slightly, and he flicked the winged dragon. The Winged Dragon seemed to have been pushed violently, and the sky swirled, and there was a sharp pain in his chest that almost made him crazy again, and he had already returned to **.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Heaven and earth are rising!"

It was as if the space shook violently, and his mighty eyes shot out two fiery invisible divine thoughts. When those two divine thoughts first shot out, they were only the size of his eyes, but then they expanded infinitely tenfold, hundredfold, and thousandfold, and finally seemed to project the boundless and vast sea, enveloping out.

However, before the terrifying power could spread, the old man was so perfect that he concentrated the monstrous divine thoughts on the body of the Winged Divine Dragon.

The Winged Dragon's whole body shook violently, and there seemed to be countless blocks in his chest that exploded. The old man's majestic eyes seemed to have become as high as ten thousand feet in his eyes, and only his pair of towering super giant eyes remained in the entire heaven and earth.

The body of the Winged Divine Dragon slowly rose into the air, emitting a faint cyan glow. And in that vigorous light, his whole body almost became translucent, and the muscles, blood vessels, bones, internal organs, and even the brain of his whole body were vividly visible. If the pterosaur could be freed from the old man's thoughts, he would be able to see that his ribs, which had been broken and inserted into the flesh, were moving and grinding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scars of the broken wound were gradually disappearing and joining seamlessly, and his ruptured internal organs were wriggling and healing, and he was restored to his original state. The broken meridians were also quickly connected under the old man's shocking thoughts, and the blood directly entered the esophagus of the Winged Divine Dragon under the old man's control, spurting out of his mouth. At the same time, his bone marrow is constantly producing new blood into the body's circulation to replace the blood he has lost.

The old man was like a superb magician, performing his incredible magic on the body of the Winged Dragon. When the magic ended, the Battle Heart Divine Pill that fell in the stomach of the Winged Divine Dragon was summoned by the old man and fell into his hands.

"The Battle Heart Divine Pill is not used like this. The old man smiled and said.