Cultivation, endless reincarnation

Chapter 260 The Black Tail Feather of the Crazy Thunder Eagle King

【One-horned Thunder Eagle】

This is the racial name of the twelfth-level demon king.

As a high-level demon king comparable to the late Nascent Soul, its wisdom is even better than that of human monks. It calls itself the Crazy Thunder Eagle King and is the highest-level demon beast encountered in Shuiyue Valley in recent years when it opens up the wilderness. .

According to what the data says.

This demon king was originally cultivating deep in the wilderness.

just.

When it was advancing to the realm of divine transformation, it was detected by the Xuantian Sect of the First-Rank Immortal Sect, and was obstructed, hindering its advancement.

There may even be no chance of a breakthrough.

This kind of hatred that blocks the road.

How could the Crazy Thunder Eagle King not hate?

However, the Xuantian Sect of the First-Rank Immortal Sect is located in Zhongzhou. It is naturally impossible for the Kuang Lei Eagle King to cross such a long distance to find trouble with the Xuantian Sect. In other words, he does not dare to set foot in the sphere of influence of the human race.

The hatred of blocking the road is obviously not easy to end.

During the last large-scale expedition and mobilization in Shuiyue Valley.

Then they were attacked by a tide of beasts led by the Crazy Thunder Eagle King. Because the Crazy Thunder Eagle King had been planning for a long time, he united with several Nascent Soul-level demons to attack at the same time. Through mental calculations and unintentional calculations, the human monks suffered heavy injuries, and this was how the North Fourteenth happened. Large-scale recruitment in the area.

Besides.

The jade slip also describes the magical powers of the Crazy Thunder Eagle King.

Zhao Yongqi took a rough look.

Didn't pay too much attention to it.

Anyway, if he were to meet such a demon king, it would be better to commit suicide to avoid suffering the torture of soul-drawing and soul-refining.

for the rest of the time.

Zhao Yongqi settled down here with peace of mind.

He found a study room in the cave. There were dozens of bookshelves with many jade slips and books on them.

Spells, formations, elixirs, yin and yang.

Accompanied by these books and jade slips.

He is not lonely.

Ji Jiaoer became the mouthpiece between him and the outside world. Every other day, she would send the latest battle report and tell him the current situation of the Zhao family.

According to the news brought by Ji Jiaoer.

This beast wave is coming a year later and is quite powerful. Not only the Ninety-Six City, but also dozens of nearby large cities have been besieged by the monster beasts on three levels inside and outside. The human monks can barely hold on by relying on the formations in the city.

I heard that the surrounding reinforcements have already set off.

However, they were attacked by a tide of beasts on the way.

Also.

Although there is no Yuanying being to take action yet, the monks and demon kings of the Golden Core level have begun to fight frequently, with both sides winning or losing. In less than ten days, a Golden Core has already fallen from the human race, and the Monster Race is even more direct. Three golden elixir demon kings fell.

For the demon clan.

This is a battle for racial survival.

Even among the high-level demon clans with high level of intelligence, many of them are determined to die and do not leave any escape route for themselves.

As for the human monks.

It is even less possible to easily lose the occupied land.

The final result of this battle will be that either the demon tribe captures several large cities and the human monks shrink the defense line, or the beast tide is completely defeated and the human monks expand the Blackstone Fortress forward and build several more strongholds similar to the Ninety-Six Cities.

A land in the wilderness.

It's all done step by step.

Brutal race war.

Nearly half of the low-level monks and monsters were sleeping in this land like consumables.

The southern Xinjiang is vast and known as the Hundred Thousand Mountains. There is no shortage of low-level monsters at all. The human race is supported by the plains of all nations. The low-level immortal cultivators are also like leeks, harvesting batch after batch. Any monks or clans that can show their prominence, There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood beneath our feet.

Fortunately.

Master Wan Ling and Senior Dou kept their promise.

The Zhao family monks were not sent to the front line as cannon fodder.

More than half a month later.

Zhao Yongqi delivered all the materials he needed.

"These are weird seeds, thirteen in total."

living room.

Master Wan Ling threw out a dozen exquisite boxes. The boxes floated in the air and opened on their own, revealing the objects inside.

Bone fragments, tree heart, petals, black stone.

Although the shapes vary. But Zhao Yongqi could tell from the aura at just one glance that these were all disaster-proof things, that is, seeds of mystery.

There are many kinds of mysteries.

The mysterious seeds left behind are naturally different.

"and this."

"The tail feather of the Thunder Eagle King."

Wan Ling flipped his hands and took out another object. This was a black feather several feet long. It exuded a faint black spiritual light, and a sharp aura came out. At a glance, it looked like a handful of gold. The magic weapon of broken jade.

"This tail quill is well preserved."

"A drop of blood essence remains at the root."

"Do you think it can be used for divination?"

Uncle Wan Ling waved his hand gently, and the black tail feather automatically floated in front of Zhao Yongqi without any wind.

"More than enough."

Zhao took Ling Yu with respectful hands.

As far as he knew, among monsters and beasts, the tail feathers of all birds were extremely important, just like the hands and feet of human monks.

Many demonic birds will sacrifice their tail feathers as treasures, such as the legendary five-color divine light that can be used by anything, which is the unique magical power of some kind of birds and demonic beasts.

"Is there anything else you're worried about?"

Uncle Wan Ling asked again.

"I have a letter here."

Zhao Yongqi presented the letter with both hands and explained: "If I unfortunately suffer a backlash and die, let Zhao Fuyu take over as the head of the Zhao family. This letter is my suicide note. I hope my uncle will keep it for me."

"it is good."

Uncle Wan Ling took the letter.

She looked calm:

"Go."

"I will protect you here."

Although she and the second-generation patriarch Zhao Shouyan had a grudge, her feelings were only for Zhao Shouyan. Zhao Yongqi had only met her once a few decades ago. At best, there was some affection, and this kind of behavior was considered normal.

Moreover.

No matter how deep the love is.

Under the erosion of time.

It will also become thinner.

Zhao Yongqi didn't say anything more. After bowing to Master Wan Ling and thanking him, he went straight to the secret room of seclusion.

Chamber of Secrets.

futon.

Zhao Yongqi sat cross-legged.

He first examined the black feathers with great interest. This was the tail feather of the demon king in the late Nascent Soul stage. If it weren't for divination, he would never have come into contact with a treasure of this level, so he was naturally curious.

After some research.

Zhao Yongqi discovered.

The black tail feather itself is a rare magic weapon. It can even be used directly for sacrifice. Wave it a few times and it will feel like it cuts through the void. In addition, it can also be used as a weapon refining material. Refining other treasures.

After satisfying your curiosity.

Zhao Yongqi placed a dozen boxes in front of him.

Inside the box are mysterious seeds of various shapes.

His eyes swept over all the mysterious seeds. He no longer hesitated. He stretched out his right hand and ran his fingertips across the fingertips. Red blood beads flowed down. He dripped blood beads on all the mysterious seeds one by one from left to right.

Subsequently.

He concentrated on using his magic power.

He reached out and grasped slightly in the void.

All the mysterious seeds moved in response, suspended a few feet above the ground, and slowly rotated around his body.

Next.

Zhao Yongqi closed his eyes.

Mana wraps up all the mysterious seeds.

Start to refine them into disaster-proof treasures.

What Zhao Yongqi didn't know was that while he was refining the disaster-proof treasure, Master Wan Ling glanced far away in the direction of the secret room in the living room, as if to make sure that he was not cheating, and then he closed his eyes and started to meditate.

(End of this chapter)