Soon, Duan Heng discovered that the benefits of the little red fish were more than that, and when the warm current was circulating all over his body, it also began to repair his Immortal Ding at an astonishing speed.

In less than half a tea time, his Qinglong Immortal Ding was actually restored to its original state.

In addition, this magical power seems to be particularly helpful to Xianding.

That's the real bonus.

Because Duan Heng felt that the help given to him by this little red fish was definitely better than three drops of vitality dew.

Of course, this was only temporary, because he still hadn't figured out what secrets this life spirit was hiding.

But he's willing to do so.

Next, Duan Heng repeated the old tricks and fished patiently.

And there were not many small red fish in this cold pool, so after working hard for a long time, he used this method to eat three small red fish.

But this little fish helped him tremendously, and every time that warm current flowed through the meridians of his body, it was as if he had been reborn.

Especially the Qinglong Immortal Ding, which has begun to undergo some kind of unpredictable changes, which cannot be described.

But Duan Heng can be sure that this change definitely represents the advancement of the Qinglong Immortal Ding, maybe he is only one step away from the door now.

There will be no more red fish in the future, Duan Heng will not toss, be content, at least he can absorb the cold of this place very safely now without worrying about being frozen.

Time passed quickly, and Duan Heng himself didn't remember how much time had passed, the only thing that was certain was that he had made a lot of money this time.

Due to being immersed in the cold pool for a long time, his ice dragon incarnation was greatly affected, coupled with the effect of that small red fish, his ice dragon bloodline easily improved to a level, reaching the height of the first-grade ice dragon bloodline.

At this height, it is actually quite remarkable, according to the bloodline division of the Shenlong clan, it can already be equivalent to the bloodline of the three grades of the Shenlong.

Even in this Heavenly Domain, such a bloodline height is very good, otherwise, this time the Calamity Duan Hengyan can survive?

This is a gain in terms of blood.

In terms of absorbing the cold air, Duan Heng also had a bumper harvest, because the cold air in this cold pool definitely belongs to the existence of transcending grades.

Although Duan Heng couldn't directly use and absorb it, the reserves that were transformed into his Immortal Ding were definitely first-grade cold and icy qi.

At this time, Duan Heng decided to leave, he knew that there must be more treasures in this cold pool, but there was no way, the plate he had was so big, he couldn't eat too much windfall.

Like the cold qi he absorbed, if his Qinglong Immortal Ding could advance again, then he would definitely be able to absorb more, but now, he could only regretfully stop it.

In the final analysis, Xianding is the foundation of everything.

Besides, he was worried about the return of the horrible troll, and he didn't want to die so nameless.

Duan Heng's way of leaving was to climb up the waterfall, during this time, he had already determined which way the wind was blowing from, he must have been blown by the wind tide before, and accidentally fell into this abyss.

Now there is about time, twelve storm times have passed, and there are still thirteen wind tides, and the Great Snow Mountain is about to reappear.

There were no surprises or joys, no danger and no gains along the way, and when Duan Heng climbed up the waterfall, and then continued up along the river, and after climbing several gentle peaks in a row, the familiar wilderness scenery appeared in his field of vision, which was really a little exciting.

But when he set foot in the wasteland and looked back, he was shocked to see that what should have been just a few gentle peaks had turned into an endless void.

"Vision?"

It took Duan Heng a long time to understand, no wonder those powerful guys who were trying here would not come close here, it turned out that there was a reason for this.

But who knew that this was just an illusion?

But then again, there is actually no safety behind this illusion, the abyss is not the only one, there are more farther away, plus those weird tentacles on the abyss cliffs, and the terrifying troll, if you are a little unlucky, it will definitely be the end of a hundred deaths.

Anyway, Duan Heng himself didn't plan to enter it for the second time.

Thinking so, he ran along the wasteland at a constant speed, not knowing what had happened to the rogue bird, hoping that it would not be stupid.

Oh, and one more thing that's weird.

Before he died, the snake demon invaded his consciousness with a ghost, and he was trapped by him, but when he woke up from the abyss, he couldn't find the ghost.

It seems to have been swallowed up.

As soon as he thought of this, Duan Heng felt a little disgusted, but there was really no way to do it, because he felt that his spiritual sense was a lot stronger, and he couldn't think of any other reason besides this possibility.

Duan Heng was familiar with the environment in the wasteland, but trying to find the rogue bird here was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, so he had to try his luck.

But in his heart, he felt that the rogue bird should be able to find himself in advance, after all, this guy's perception is much more powerful than his own.

In addition, although the rogue bird is a bird, according to the contact in the past period of time, Duan Heng has no doubt that this guy's IQ is very high.

Then, as he walked further north, there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if it was worth checking in a certain direction.

For the first time, Duan Heng thought of the Howling Moon Sword, because this kind of induction could only belong to the Howling Moon Sword.

So he traveled in this general direction.

And just a few hours later, he heard a familiar clatter in the sky, and the next moment, a huge body crashed into the ground in front of Duan Heng with a bang, dusty and bird feathers flying, this unique way of landing, still hasn't changed at all.

Soon, the rogue bird, which was larger in size, came out of the big pit smashed out of it energetically, clattered twice, and then spit out a brilliant sword embryo with one mouth.

Duan Heng was stunned for a moment, how did this Xiaoyue Sword run to the rogue bird?

Also, although he was pretty sure that this was the Howling Moon Sword, it had changed too much, right?

A long time ago, when he put the Xiaoyue Sword into the jade bottle and soaked it in the snow spirit liquid, the Xiaoyue Sword was gray and rough, not to mention a little light, it was almost the same as scrap metal.

And now the changes are absolutely earth-shaking.

The most important thing is, how can the rogue bird control the Howling Moon Sword?

It swallowed the Xiaoyue Sword, if there is no sword technique, no corresponding sword intent, it is definitely equivalent to suicide!

Also, how did the Xiaoyue Sword become a sword embryo again, looking at the Xiaoyue Sword that was now only a palm-length sword, Duan Heng's mind was full of question marks.

"Boom!"

The rogue bird was still screaming excitedly, Duan Heng glanced at it a few times, and then found that its strength had entered the realm very quickly during this time, very fast, faster than the time he had helped it.

Before Duan Heng was swept away by the wind tide, this rogue bird could be at most a hundred miles away from the center of the wind tide, but now, it was definitely able to get at least fifty miles away from the center of the wind tide.

This kind of improvement speed is really unscientific, could it be that this guy has some adventures?

Thinking so in his heart, Duan Heng still hugged this guy to comfort him, but the next moment the behavior of the rogue bird suddenly made him angry, because this guy opened his mouth, and with a whoosh, the sword embryo of the Xiaoyue Sword burrowed back into its stomach.

Nima, this guy is such a bastard, he has to inch in.

However, the rogue bird was not yet conscious, and still kept croaking, as if to explain something, and finally scratched a few times on the ground with its claws, leaving two ghost-like words.

Duan Heng recognized it for a long time before he read in a daze:

"Feather Clan?"

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The wind was blowing, and the rogue bird was speeding through the sky, a lot faster than before.

Duan Heng sat steadily on the back of the rogue bird, but he still maintained that overly frightened appearance.

He didn't dwell on the issue of the Howling Moon Sword anymore, because he felt that he had definitely made a huge mistake in the past some time.

That is, he really took the rogue bird for a bird.

Well, the rogue bird is originally a bird, but the problem is not that, but that this is the Holy Land of the Heavenly Pot!

It was one of the nine oldest places of trial in the Heavenly Domain, and according to what he had learned before, in this place, people without identity could not enter at all.

If there are exceptions, they are only a minority.

So, judging by this situation, what is the role of the rogue bird and its kindred, as well as other birds and beasts, here?

Do you accompany the prince to study?

No matter how mentally retarded Duan Heng is, he will never believe that in the Heavenly Domain, the human race can be powerful and unique in the world!

Therefore, in this Heavenly Pot Holy Land, those who are qualified to participate in the trial are definitely not those few human races.

For example, among the more than 100 guys who can climb more than 1,200 zhang before the Great Snow Mountain was opened, the number of human races was only sixteen, not even one-fifth.

Therefore, the human race is definitely not a pig's foot in this heavenly pot holy land.

In the same way, the human race is definitely not a pig's foot in the heavenly domain.

Looking at the fact that those snake demons can appear here in a grand manner, doesn't that tell the story?

After rolling in the immortal cultivation world for so many years, Duan Heng no longer believes in appearance, what can appearance represent?

His ice dragon incarnation is still a big loach!

How dare he underestimate a bird?

Moreover, the rogue bird's clan is very conspicuous in this Heavenly Pot Holy Land, although there are not many of them, well, due to preconceptions before, he didn't think there was anything in it.

But now when you look back, you will find that the rogue bird's clan is very weak in the first wind tide area, and it is very strong in the second wind tide area, and then it can already be ranked in the forefront of the third wind wave area.

As for the reason why the rogue bird was hung and beaten in the fourth wind tide area, it was entirely because it had not yet met the qualifications to enter the fourth wind tide area, and then it was forcibly abducted and sold in by Duan Heng.

In the fourth wind area, there are only two rogue birds of the same family, but when climbing the Great Snow Mountain, they are all ranked in the top five.

Doesn't all of this speak for itself?

Even the strongest Terran Immortal Cultivator regarded the Rogue Bird's fellow clan as an equal existence, but he Duan Heng regarded the Rogue Bird as a pet.

This is fundamentally going in the wrong direction, okay?

It's like he will treat the blue bird Yun Ling as a friend, but he will never treat Yun Ling as his pet.

Of course, Duan Heng didn't think that he had done something wrong, he was just thinking about how to squeeze out the surplus value of the rogue bird.

How dare this damn bastard hide him for so long!(To be continued.) )