Wild beast war god

Fights appeared in the illusion one after another. It was unknown how many kills and how much blood was swallowed. The Black Refined Dark Goulong finally killed all its enemies, and during this period it gained an additional partner, a human being.

This human being is of course the knight in the pillar illusion, the senior master of the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace.

He has been accompanying Heilian Dark Goulong, gradually awakening a trace of reason in its heart.

Then one person and one dragon accompany each other, practicing together, fighting together, and growing together.

"Huh..." Seeing this, Sikong Jing regained consciousness and let out a long breath.

"Where's your harvest?"

Seeing Sikong Jing open his eyes, the voice of the woman in black skirt sounded again, saying with a smile: "Since you don't understand, don't waste time in front of this pillar. This is not a place for you to understand."

Looking at Sikong Jing's expression, the woman in black skirt was sure that he had gained nothing, and was even shocked by the illusion.

Sikong Jing glanced at her gently, wondering if there was something wrong with this woman. He ignored her and kept talking to her. Even if you are in a bad mood, it is none of my business.

However, Sikong Jing still ignored her and closed his eyes to recall everything he had just seen.

Obviously, the possessed Thunder Winged Dragon Snake had not fully recovered its sanity. It did not tell the knight what its true form was, so the knight gave it the name Black Refined Dark Hook Dragon.

The pillar in front of me was carved by the cooperation between the knight and Hei Lian Dark Goulong.

The knight carved his battle skills with Heilian Dark Goulong and so on for the students of Shenglong Palace to practice and learn.

However, the Black Refined Dark Goulong carved its entire life without the knight's knowledge, and left traces of thoughts on the pillars, but ordinary people could not see or touch it.

Only Sikong Jing can touch its thoughts and see it.

Because he is the master of all beasts, he has also been possessed by demons before, and resonates with the Black Refined Dark Goulong.

However, these have little to do with Sikong Jing. What he wants to do now is to repeatedly observe the changes in the meridians of the Black Refined Dark Hook Dragon when it becomes possessed, as well as its fighting style, so as to create more powerful beast skills.

After adjusting his state, Sikong Jing looked at the pillar again, repeating the scene he just saw.

Time continued to pass by, and another three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Sikong Jing finally stood up slowly. He was ready to leave the pillar. The observation was enough. All the changes in the meridians of the Black Refined Dark Goulong were imprinted in his mind.

Next, just complete the structure of all the meridians in the body.

But the realm of the Black Refined Dark Goulong was too high, and its meridians were more complex than any monster Sikong Jing had ever seen before. .

He couldn't have done it in just three days.

Put it aside for now and go to the nine beast pillars to see if there is any harvest.

Just as Sikong Jing was about to leave, the woman in black skirt sneered again: "Why, gave up?"

Sikong Jing suddenly stopped, looked at the woman in black skirt, and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

"If I read it correctly, the Qi you practice is a technique with the Black Refining Dark Goulong as its core."

"This technique was probably created by the knight through the power of the Black Refined Dark Goulong, but it has huge flaws."

"I advise you to give up, otherwise you will go crazy."

After saying that, Sikong Jing turned around and left...

Because he has now imprinted the meridians and demon power operation methods of the Black Refined Dark Goulong, he can see through the infuriating aura of the woman in the black dress at a glance, but the flaw is really too big.

As just said.

Even the knights don’t know that the Black Refined Dark Goulong’s original form is the Thunder Winged Dragon Snake, so how could the creation be flawless?

The face of the woman in the black dress darkened and she shouted coldly: "It's ridiculous, didn't you say it wasn't a dragon? Now you say it's a dragon? You don't understand anything and you persuade me to give up. Where do you get the confidence?"

Sikong Jing looked back at her, still shaking his head.

He called the Demonic Thunder Winged Dragon Snake the Black Refined Dark Hook Dragon just for convenience, and did not say that it was still a demon dragon.

But, I’m too lazy to explain it again.

Seeing Sikong Jing leave without saying a word, the woman in black skirt hummed again: "What's going on in the Holy Dragon Palace? The students are really getting worse and worse. Anyone can stay in the Wulong Palace for so long. It's a waste of resources."

Sikong Jing naturally heard this sentence clearly, but laughed it off.

He came to the deepest part of Wulong Hall, and sure enough, there were nine different pillars, each of which was engraved with a kind of monster. Sikong Jing's eyes lit up after taking a few glances.

There are two monsters on the pillars, which are exactly the same as the two auras among the dozen or so inner elixirs of Wangxiang and Wangwei.

"Not bad, not bad. I can create two more beast skills."

With excitement, Sikong Jing took out an inner elixir and drank it, then observed the first pillar and understood.

However, when he was halfway through, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Then, a carefree voice came from behind: "Hey, which mountain are you a student from?"

Sikong Jing frowned when he heard this, but the feeling of deep understanding had been interrupted.

He could only look back at the people behind him. They were four people, one woman and three men. One of the men was speaking. They were wearing cyan gowns with wind dragons embroidered on them.

It is the students from Fenglong Mountain...

Sikong Jing did not answer, but asked lightly: "Don't you know that it is impolite to disturb other people's cultivation?"

"puff……"

As soon as these words came out, the three people behind the man laughed at the same time.

The woman among them shouted softly: "So what if I bother you? Do you know who this is? He is..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, the leading man interrupted harshly: "Feng Yun, don't talk yet."

After saying that, he threw out a folding fan made of white jade, looking graceful.

"I'm sorry, we were the ones to disturb you just now. I am Qian Jingfu from Qianjia, the capital of the Changye Empire, and I am also a disciple of the inner palace of Fenglong Mountain. Which mountain are you a student of?"

Sikong Jing was slightly surprised to meet someone from Qianjia here.

And the folding fan in his hand is also a white moon fan, which is exactly the same as the innate treasure of Qian Jingsui that he killed.

It seems that these two are not biological brothers, but also cousins.

This White Moon Fan is indeed a good thing for pretense, but Sikong Jing naturally will not have any conflict with Qian Jingfu in front of him because of Qian Jingsui's matter, and replied calmly: "I am from Zuilongshan."

Since the other party apologized, Sikong Jing just said it casually, and then looked at the beast pillar in front of him again.

He didn't say he was just an apprentice. After all, it was too strange for an apprentice to stay in Wulong Palace for so long.

"What, from Zuilongshan?"

But when Sikong Jing finished his introduction, the man and woman behind Qian Jingfu looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

At the same time, Qian Jingfu's good-looking expression just now suddenly went away, and then he said coldly: "It turns out that he is a student from Zuilong Mountain, so you can go away. The four of us want to observe this pillar, and there is no room."

Hearing this, Sikong Jing turned around again, his eyes turned cold, and murderous intent was definitely present.