On the surface of the heavenly list, the chaotic mist was sprinkled, and according to Zhu Jiu's instructions, he began to smelt the Pengzhou fruit core and divine wings.

In the flickering of green light, a treasure ship of Shenhua Zhan was born, only manifested and magnified, suspended in the air, gently rippling, and the rhythm was smart. The hull of the ship exuded a heavy pressure like a mountain, like a flood of ancient beasts dormant, fierce and hidden, but faintly spread, and the cycle was endless.

The treasure ship was born, hanging in front of Zhu Jiu's eyes, Qinghui turned into a sea of light, lifting and wrapping, between ups and downs, such as the mythical ship coming to the world, will drive the light.

This treasure ship is now approaching the high-grade level of the holy weapon, with an integrated attack and defense, especially the memory flying tree fruit core as the hub, with infinite growth, and its value far exceeds that of the same level of magic weapons.

Not only has the second floor of the cabin been completely generated, but countless lines have spread, and a higher floor will be formed and grown.

According to the prediction of the Heavenly List, when the third layer of the cabin is complete, it will be the time when the treasure ship is approaching, or even when it is promoted to the Dao weapon level.

At this time, in the hull cabin, there is a warm and deep green glow flashing, a ball of jade-like spheres, the gods are brilliant, from the cabin, it is the core of the flying tree, suspended on the bow of the Pengzhou.

There are many lines on its surface, which are shining one by one, like stars, brilliant and gorgeous.

Under the kernel, the golden glow, once in an old and decaying ancient ship, the golden bone fragment, it was infiltrated by the light of the kernel day and night, has shrunk a lot, and soon after, this bone will be completely absorbed by the kernel.

In the sea of knowledge, the heavenly list continued to fluctuate, and a blue-gold rhyme flowed up, turning from small to large, and a magical winged appeared.

The wings are nearly ten zhang long, such as metal casting, which is cold and hard to the eye, and the spirit is dazzling. It resembles an eagle's wings, but it is more flying and sharp, primitive and majestic, and a cry from the flood is heard, which is transmitted with the birth of the wings, and penetrates the sky and the earth.

The wings carry countless intricate symbols, and each piece of feather has a heritage power from ancient times, and the breath is like the ocean, covering the four wilderness and eight wildernesses.

The god's wings originally contained some remnants of the Kunyu's consciousness. After a few days of connecting the Dao power of heaven and earth, the Heavenly List has been wiped out, and what is left in the wings at this time is the inheritance Dao pattern of the Kunpeng clan, as well as the essence of its own.

The green clouds, coalescing on their own, float beside the wings, so that the half of the wings appear as if in the clouds. Elegant.

In the next moment, I wish Jiu's forehead to be lit, the power of the Dao is crossing, and the list is horizontal. Xuanhui rolled up, and at the same time wrapped the flying tree kernel and Kunpeng wings.

In the desert island cave where Zhu Jiu temporarily lived, he was suddenly filled with immortal breath. The chaos is rolling, the avenue is hanging to the sky, and the sound of Peng is flickering. Through the clouds and fog.

Click~~~

There is a cracking, complex and bridging sound of vitality, constantly appearing, generating, and then dissipating. This is a kind of preaching sound, and it is the art of Kunpeng that comes from ancient times.

This kind of sound containing the Tao is very small, after Zhu Jiu hears it, he can also understand, give birth to a feeling, the whole body is shining, the spirit platform is in the sea, the magic is vibrant, absorbing the information in the Dao sound, and integrating it into his own body, which is the common principle of the avenue.

Every time a sound sounds, on the wings of the gods, there is a feather pattern disappearing, and it is transferred to the core of the flying tree by the power of heaven and earth by the heavenly list.

Ling Yu, who had lost the inheritance pattern, was dim in brilliance, quickly crumbling and turning into nothingness.

The Dao pattern stripped off by the Tianbang is inherited by the fruit core of the flying tree, and the surface generates symbols one after another, which is extremely wonderful, full of Taoist atmosphere, as if it is conveying the secret of the universe.

Of course, the ancient inheritance of the Kunpeng clan is not easy to obtain, even though the fruit core is assisted by the Heavenly Bang and has the ability to manipulate the ship to transform the Qingpeng, at a certain level of mystery, the qi engine and the Kunpeng inheritance are compatible.

Even so, the core of the fruit still could not obtain a complete inheritance, and some of the divine wing patterns were pushed by the power of the underworld and dissipated in the Dao stream.

That is the forbidden realm of the Kunpeng clan, and it needs the power of the bloodline to be obtained and opened, otherwise it cannot be inherited, even if the heavenly list is connected to the Dao Sea, it is not able to peel off the inheritance pattern that contains the power of the bloodline.

The dissipated bloodline inheritance Dao pattern will be reborn in the Dao Sea after a long time, maintaining the inheritance of the Kunpeng race, which is a law of heaven and earth running and not stopping.

Although the Flying Tree Kernel has only partially been inherited, this force is still vast and boundless.

After inheriting the Dao pattern, the core jadeite light color is transparent, the surface runes are dense, and it is constantly flickering, and it is slowly expanding and evolving.

In the chaotic airflow diffuse and cover, a virtual image of a Dapeng appeared, and the ring fruit core soared.

The image of this Dapeng is magnificent, with wings flying, runes like rain, handsome and spiritual, just like a living thing.

Outside the cave where Zhu Jiu temporarily existed, there was also a shocking vision at this time, there were countless clouds, gathered around the island, and quickly formed a long sea of clouds covering the entire island, and the sky and the earth were white.

In the boundless sea of clouds, there is also an image of a Kunpeng covering the sky, shuttling through the clouds, disappearing and appearing, incomparably huge, winging the earth, shaking the nine heavens, and not seeing the edge.

Suddenly, this mythical Kunpeng, its eyes were bright, the flow was like a long river, and its eyes showed different colors of light, peering down into the netherworld and exploring the immortals and demons.

The light in one eye flickered, revealing the terrifying sight of hell, demons roaring, and everything bathing in death.

The other eye, then the boundless auspicious light, there are all the heavens and immortals appeared, all wearing Taoist clothes, the posture is dusty, among which the female fairy, the appearance is beautiful, the wonderful hand turns, there are ceilings scattered, the color is colorful, the flowers are brilliant, the vision is colorful, the crown of the sky.

The scenery in Kunpeng's eyes is changing, and there is a palace surrounded by fairy spirits, and the immortals are wandering and playing, etc., and all kinds of wonderful images in myths and legends are presented one by one.

When this boundless Kunpeng soars, its feathers are shining, and on each feather, many images of different worlds are displayed, showing that it has the ability to fly through thousands of worlds in an instant, and can fly through many worlds.

It's almost unbelievable, it's powerful, it's beyond the gods and demons!

On the small island, the blue evil Jiao and the golden color clam are patrolling around the island, dutifully completing the tasks ordered by Zhu Jiu, and they dare not be sloppy at all.

At this time, the two demons raised their heads together, looking at the sea of clouds that covered the entire island, as well as the vision of Kunpeng in which the gods could lift the sky.

The woman who was transformed by the golden color mussel, enchanting and hazy, surrounded by light, said in the language of the demon clan:

"What kind of supernatural power is our young master practicing here, showing such a vision. In the boundless sea of clouds, the giant peng faintly flashed, and I saw a feather from a distance, that is, my whole body trembled, and the thought of kneeling and worshipping rose.

Looking at the strength of its magical powers, it seems to be the ancient legend, the master of ten thousand demons, a wisp of the ancestor of Kunpeng, the left eye shines on the netherworld, and the right eye explores the fairy world, this is the legend, the demon master's 'fairy eye' supernatural power!"

Bi Jiao heard the clam demon speak, but the focus was not on Kunpeng's vision, and muttered in his heart: "This little goblin, I don't know how to be ashamed, and I still 'our young master', don't be ashamed!" replied in demon language:

"The Dao method of the young master's sacrifice is naturally shocking, what is there to make a fuss about, it is important for us to hurry up and complete the task of patrolling the island. ”

The clam demon hovered in the void, pinched a law, the pale gold clam body, turned into a golden light, and threw it into the body of the clam demon, her body filled with light suddenly changed from hazy and illusory to clear and solid, and it was still full of colorful light, like a fairy who traveled in colorful auspicious clouds in ancient times.

After receiving the body, the clam demon looked into the distance, and suddenly said coquettishly: "The one who doesn't open his eyes is coming, let's hurry up and catch up, if someone comes and screams, alarming the young master, we can't afford to bear it." ”

Hearing this, Bi Jiao's eyes were full of fierce light, and he looked into the distance, and at the end of his sight, there were several figures, riding a huge and colorful flying magic weapon, and he was approaching quickly, apparently seeing the vision of the sea of clouds on the island, and was attracted to it.

Bi Jiao rose up, gathered clouds and rain under his body, followed by wind, thunder and lightning, his mouth cracked, roared first, shook his majesty, and then asked the clam demon beside him:

"This island is lonely in the sea, so remote, the sea is long, there are no living places for tens of thousands of miles around, how come we didn't come long after someone came to the door. Wow, the Great Demon King hasn't opened meat for a long time, but he can peel people alive and relieve his cravings, I don't know what kind of creatures are here, is it to taste?"

"Although this sea area is deserted, I remember that it seems to be the territory of the ancient faction, the Blue Sea Demon Palace, let's deal with it carefully. The clam demon glanced at the self-boasting evil Jiao and whispered.

As he spoke, the two demons greeted the comer, and the two sides approached quickly.

In the cave house where he temporarily settled, I wish the nine faces to show joy, the inheritance has reached the most critical moment, on the wings of the gods, the feathers are gone, and the whole has turned into a mass of dark yellow secret power lines, with a slight rhythm, approaching the core of the flying tree.

The breath contact between the two alone has made the Pengzhou, which is connected with the fruit core, tremble slightly, and the countless symbols on the boat are all in crazy rhythm.

On top of the two-story cabin, the third cabin of Pengzhou appeared to form a growth trend, with green glow and dense runes, there seemed to be some kind of mysterious flow in the underworld, which came through the void and blended with Pengzhou.

Bang!

At the bow of the ship, the color halo flickered, and the sound of thunderbolts spread through the heavens and the earth, life and death, and the two qi engines rolled and fluctuated at the same time.

At the beginning, when Zhu Jiu first saw Pengzhou at the Strange Things Fair, the bow of the ship appeared in the light wheel, eternally drifting in the endless void, and the image of an ancient emperor's funeral fleet pierced through the ages and reappeared majestically!

(Two monthly tickets for the wounded emperor in the world, everyone's various supports, praise for the winter de wind, thank you!) (To be continued......)