Chapter 150: Feathered Ferryman



The Feathered Divine Bamboo can be seen everywhere in this place. Although Wang Xuan was in severe pain as if his body was being torn apart, he still had many associations.

He guessed that this kind of magical bamboo seemed to be extremely important in the extraordinary field!

Otherwise, why did we see two bamboo boats in succession? They are both very mysterious.

In addition, during the pre-Qin period, the most mysterious and powerful scriptures were also engraved on this kind of bamboo.

pain!

Wang Xuan had no time to think about it. His body was about to be torn apart and his whole body was stained with blood. The demons and monsters behind him were trying to pull him to the bottom of the platform.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell this place is?" he shouted.

On the coast, under the hundreds of high platforms, there were densely packed living creatures, and shouts came one after another, but no one turned back, and no living creature responded to him.

Wang Xuan frowned, feeling pain and helplessness. This place is so crowded, is there no one kind-hearted person?

At the same time, he was also wondering what kind of area this was.

Was all that he was experiencing real or illusory? However, when he touched his own flesh, it was definitely true, blood oozed out, and various mutations occurred.

Finally, Wang Xuan took a step and walked towards the high platform with the golden-winged Roc. He wanted to find out what was going on here.

Behind him, a group of demons roared and tore at him, but in the end many big demons let him go and gradually disappeared.

Only a bird of prey let out a long and loud cry. Wang Xuan lowered his head and looked through its shadow on the ground. It looked like... a roc!

"Brother, may I ask..." Wang Xuan greeted him, wanting to ask for advice.

However, those people seemed not to see him and ignored him.

He couldn't help it, so he found a thin man, patted him on the shoulder, and prepared to ask questions.

Silently, this person turned into rain of light and disappeared.

Wang Xuan stepped backwards and accidentally bumped into a woman, who also shattered into streams of light and evaporated here.

He gasped, who are these people? They can't be touched.

He didn't kill any living things, so that shouldn't be a real living being, right?

The thin man and the woman remained in high spirits as they were shattered, without any sign of pain.

At this moment, on the grand platform, the golden-winged Roc in the golden light suddenly opened its eyes, and the whole world seemed to freeze in an instant, and everything was silent, and all sounds disappeared.

It glanced at Wang Xuan, then closed its eyes again. A faint voice came: "Do you choose the path of the Golden Winged Dapeng?"

Then, Wang Xuan felt his hands getting hot, and energy gushed out and extended, actually turning into a pair of golden wings.

At the same time, the red feathers, snake tail, horns, three heads and multiple arms on his body were also dissipating, and then energy surged, forming golden feathers.

Is he transforming into a golden-winged Roc? Fortunately, this is just a preview in the form of energy.

"No choice!" Wang Xuan shook his head violently.

Although the Golden-Winged Roc is a top species in mythology and is incredibly powerful, he does not want to become a demon after all. He just wants to be a human.

He kept backing away, and the sound of birds singing came from behind him. The shadow of the big bird on the ground was crying and struggling, looking very unwilling.

Wang Xuanhuapeng's trend stopped and he returned to the state of bleeding all over.

He was silent, looking ahead. Under the high platform, there were many creatures transforming into Peng birds!

However, most of them exploded with a bang, their flesh and blood were shattered, and no body was left.

Among so many people, only a few creatures rushed into the sky, turned into golden birds, flapped their wings, and finally flew away.

The golden birds they transformed into were extraordinary creatures with the blood of the Peng clan, but they were not yet true Golden-winged Rocs. They just determined the direction for the future. When they became top powerhouses, they would almost be Golden-winged Rocs.

Wang Xuan was moved. Among hundreds and thousands of creatures, only five succeeded, and one of them was a human.

"In those myths and legends, some demons are transformed from humans?"

Not only ferocious beasts can transform into demons, even humans can choose this path!

"Whether they succeeded or failed, those humans were all wearing ancient costumes. These were old scenes from many years ago."

Wang Xuan made this judgment.

At the same time, he thought of what those young people said. The key word of this place is "death".

"Everything that is gone?" Wang Xuan said to himself.

Old events from many years ago surfaced here, but they still possessed some kind of extraordinary power. He thought that if he had nodded and agreed to transform into a roc, he would really become a demon.

At this moment, behind him, the ferocious bird let out a last long cry, and then exploded and dissipated. There was no trace of it left on the ground.

Then, demons began to dance behind him, and the shadows that had disappeared earlier reappeared, tearing at him, causing his body to feel severe pain again and bleed continuously.

Wang Xuan's heart moved, and he walked towards the second platform.

Sure enough, as he guessed, the group of demons dissipated, leaving only the shadow of a demon behind him, roaring continuously.

On the high platform, the huge Thousand-Armed True God spoke in the dim light: "Do you choose the path of becoming the Thousand-Armed True God?"

In an instant, two large arms grew out of both sides of Wang Xuan's body, all dancing, making him dizzy just looking at them!

"No choice!" he shouted, backing away quickly.

He saw that all the creatures below the platform were transforming and growing many pairs of arms. In the end, only seven creatures succeeded.

There was only one old monk who was a real human being. He had eighteen arms and was surrounded by light mist, and he gradually went away.

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