Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 200 Incorporated into the Eagle Belly Qiao Lai Pillow

Is that the dragon-titled token?

Coming from the largest sect in this area, it seems ordinary, but it still has a considerable degree of influence even if it leaves the area of ​​​​Xianlong Mountain.

After all, the Dragon Title Sect is already among the top super sects.

But what made him feel quite amazing was that it was the first time he saw this thing after hearing about it for a long time, but it was in this way...

The person holding the token was now being held in Master Ling's hands, no different from a chicken waiting to be killed.

It is said that this person's cultivation has been completed at the third level and is only one step away from the fourth level...

Wu Meng had many emotions. Looking at the aloof Master Ling, he had a strong feeling about the danger of the cultivation world beyond the three continents and his own insignificance.

This is not a blow to self-confidence, but an update of concepts.

He has enough life.

The long journey to immortality that worried and feared the other monks was, to him, just the difference between faster and slower.

He has no doubt that the third, fourth, fifth level, and even higher realms will eventually be stepped on by himself.

But this requires time, patience, and enough planning.

In the past, in the Three Continents, foundation building was the strongest combat power, and it also meant the upper limit of danger. No matter what, he at least had enough room for maneuver.

But today, facing the Nascent Soul level monk who was two realms ahead of him, all he could feel was helplessness.

The operating space is barely visible, but if you make one wrong step, you will be on the edge of a cliff.

He felt strongly.

If you want to gain a foothold here, just being low-key is not enough, you also need enough sensitivity and insight, and...

Powerful platform!

Yes, in a world where the jungle prevails, weakness itself is a sin.

Mr. Ling dares to destroy the Sanmi Sect, but does he dare to set foot on the Dragon Sect?

A large enough group is the most effective protective umbrella.

This may seem contradictory.

Since the sect's background is very important, why didn't he choose to become a blockbuster back then?

The reason is that he doesn't want to be under the attention of thousands of eyes.

But if the bulk is added in some inconspicuous way, this problem can be avoided to the greatest extent.

Thinking of this, Wu Meng decided to change his original plan of traveling slowly.

First try to find a sect with sufficient strength, and then consider building the foundation and practicing in an orderly manner.

As he was thinking, something finally changed in the field.

I saw a huge phantom of 'Fantasy Feather and Phoenix Eagle' appearing behind Mr. Ling.

The palace-sized head suddenly pecked down, turned from emptiness to reality in mid-air, and swallowed the dragon-bearing user whole.

The eagle head did not disappear, but smacked its lips with satisfaction and stared down at the thousands of people in the field.

"You are lucky enough to be born at the time when my Baoyue Demon Clan is reviving! I am not a murderous demon, so just follow me and contribute to the clan."

Say it.

The eagle's head was raised high, as if screaming.

A large piece of purple demon spirit spurted out from its pointed beak, condensing into a beautiful and elegant little world in mid-air.

"The tide of beasts from our demon tribe is about to spread across the chariots. If you want to stay, don't force us to leave."

The sky was covered with purple demon spirits.

Before Wu Meng had time to react, a strong feeling of 'assimilation' had already arisen in his mind.

This feeling is like cutting a hole in the Tianling Cap and pouring a large number of thoughts imposed on oneself into it.

'As a slave...worship the demon race...hate the human race...'

In the field, many monks were already prostrate on the ground, and their originally clear eyes became fanatical and hazy.

He noticed that these people were gradually becoming unreal.

In other words, if you let go of the resistance in your heart, you can integrate into the small world and return to the demon clan with Mr. Ling.

On the contrary, if there is strong resistance, according to what they say, they will be left in place to wait for the arrival of the beast tide.

For Wu Meng, the threat posed by the beast tide was naturally inferior to that of this great demon.

He shouldn't have hesitated, just stayed here. However……

Will the other party really be as easy to talk to as he appears?

He thought for a long time and gradually relaxed.

The pair of eyes that had always been as pure as winter springs were also infected with fanaticism. At the same time, his body gradually became blurred...

It's too late to say it, everything is in the turning of thoughts.

A few breaths later, there were still people No. 780 left outside the small world, including the caravan leader and several foundation-building elders of Sanmi Sect.

This group of people all looked frightened and uneasy.

I saw Mr. Ling closing his eagle's beak and swallowing the purple energy into his belly. Then the eagle's head shrank and turned into that handsome human head.

He smiled: "The tide of beasts is coming, and you refuse to leave because you want to kill my people..."

Mr. Ling stood up, turned into a giant eagle, spread his wings, and rushed into the strange clouds.

It wasn't until the figure dissipated that the powerful lingering sound carried the billowing clouds and mist down, turning the vegetation and rocks into powder.

"Then I have to do more for the clansmen..."

As soon as the voice fell, a raging fire suddenly broke out in the field.

The flames were not as orange and bright as usual, but pale and dim, clustered in clusters, like pale bone flowers blooming in the netherworld.

But the number 70 or 80 people inside could not even scream, but turned into pools of spiritual liquid of different colors.

Falling into the soil and rock crevices, vegetation flourishes and flowers bloom.

Not even half a day passed.

Another sect not far from here sent people to investigate.

I saw the full moon hanging high in the sky, the Sanmi Sect's archway standing alone in front of the mountain, birds and beasts running around, and insects swarming in groups, making it a prosperous scene.

However, what is horrifying is that all the pavilions and palaces of the originally prosperous sect are intact, and there are no signs of fighting, but not even a single person can be seen!

A few days later, a group of strange, dark birds flew here, specifically eating the skull and eyeballs.

Then, all kinds of raptors and beasts swept over like a tide.

Wherever they passed, the mortal cities were wiped out in an instant, and the cultivation sects and aristocratic families could only hold on for a while longer.

The Cheju Kingdom, a big country at the junction of the Dragon Mountain, fell.

……

Of course, these things have little to do with Wu Meng at this time.

He was sitting in a waterside pavilion with a subtle expression, listening to the chatter of the people next to him.

People are acquaintances.

Although the other party does not know him now.

The place has also not changed, it is still in the small world in Mr. Ling's belly.

"How about it? If you follow me, Money Rat, you can at least return to the human world!"

Wu Meng was the first to stand up: "Then please leave it to Brother Rat!"

Someone took the lead, and the rest, although reluctant, also stood up one after another to join in.

Of course, even if I agree, there will inevitably be complaints: "I was originally an upright human monk, how come I followed you around and became a spy of the demon race!!"

"If you don't act like a spy, you can't go back!"

Money Rat said sincerely: "Everyone here is a capable person with spiritual wisdom, unlike those idiots who bow to the demon clan when they see it..."

"Be a spy today, and you will have some fun in the future!"

"Brother Mouse, that's reasonable!!" Wu Menggao shouted.

What else could he say?

When he was swallowed into his belly that day, he immediately found the money rat.

After some contact and testing, after figuring out the cause and effect of this guy, my mood suddenly became much clearer.

It’s almost as if someone gives me a pillow when I feel sleepy!

(End of this chapter)