The Other Side of Deep Space

You can see the Feathered Bamboo in this place. Although Wang Xuan was in severe pain like his body was torn apart, he still had many associations.

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

Otherwise, why did he see two bamboo boats in succession? They were all very mysterious.

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

Pain!

Wang Xuan didn't have 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 had to pull him to the bottom of those high platforms.

"Who can tell me, what kind of hell is this place?" He shouted loudly.

On the coast, under the hundreds of high platforms, there were dense creatures, shouting one after another, but no one turned back, and no creature responded to him.

Wang Xuan frowned, in pain and helplessness. This place was full of people, but there was no warm-hearted person?

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

Was all that he had experienced real or illusory? However, when he touched his own flesh, it was definitely not fake, 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 know what was going on here.

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

Only one bird of prey cried loudly and long. Wang Xuan lowered his head and looked through the shadow on the ground. It looked like... a roc!

"Brother, may I ask..." Wang Xuan greeted and wanted to ask for advice.

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

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

Silently, this person turned into light rain and disappeared.

Wang Xuan stepped back 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 them, right? They shouldn't be real life forms, right?

The thin man and the woman kept their high spirits when they were broken, without any pain.

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

It glanced at Wang Xuan, then closed its eyes again, and a faint voice came: "Do you choose the path of the golden-winged roc?"

Then, Wang Xuan felt his hands getting hot, and the energy gushed out and extended, and turned 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 the golden-winged roc? Fortunately, it is just a preview in the form of energy now.

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

Although the Golden Winged Dapeng is a top species in mythology and is extremely powerful, he does not want to turn into a demon after all. He just wants to be a human.

He kept retreating, and there was a sound of birds singing behind him. The shadow of the big bird on the ground was crying and struggling, very unwilling.

Wang Xuan's trend of turning into a peng stopped, and he returned to a state of bleeding all over.

He was silent and looked ahead. Under the high platform, there were many creatures transforming and turning into peng birds!

However, most of them exploded with a bang, their flesh and blood were shattered, and their bodies were gone.

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

The golden birds they turned into were extraordinary creatures with the blood of the peng clan, but they were not real Golden Winged Dapeng. They just set the direction for the future. When they become top powerhouses, they are almost Golden Winged Dapeng.

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

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

Not only can fierce birds and beasts transform into demons, but even humans can choose such a path!

"Whether successful or unsuccessful, those humans are wearing ancient costumes. These are old scenes from many years ago."

Wang Xuan made this judgment.

At the same time, he thought of the words of those young people. The key word of this place is "passing".

"Everything that has passed away?" Wang Xuan said to himself.

The old things from many years ago emerged here, but they still have some extraordinary power. He thought that if he nodded and agreed to transform into a roc just now, he would really become a demon.

At this time, behind him, the fierce bird made a last long cry, and it actually exploded and dissipated. There was no shadow of it on the ground.

Then, the demons behind him danced wildly, and the shadows that had disappeared earlier appeared again, tearing him, causing his body to hurt again and bleeding continuously.

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

As he guessed, the demons dissipated, leaving only the shadow of a demon behind him, roaring continuously.

On the platform, the huge Thousand-Armed True God spoke in the hazy light: "Do you choose to become the Thousand-Armed True God?"

In an instant, Wang Xuan's body was densely packed with two large arms, all dancing, making him dizzy!

"No!" He said loudly, and retreated quickly.

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

Only one old monk was a real human. He grew eighteen arms, with light mist on his body, and gradually went away.

"The three heads and six arms of Buddhism, the thousand-handed magical power, etc., do they have such an origin?" Wang Xuan was in doubt.

Under the platform, the rest of the losers were all blown up, with no bones left, only blood all over the ground.

Even though these were ancient events, Wang Xuan was still horrified. It was too tragic. Thousands of powerful men of unknown levels died.

This time, after the thousand-handed demon behind him roared, the shadow left on the ground completely disappeared!

Until this time, Wang Xuan had a bottom line in his heart. Next, he walked to one high platform after another, constantly refusing, and the shadow of the demon behind him became fewer and fewer.

"Are you willing to follow the path of my clan? All the top powerful clans in the world can be transformed into human form, and can show their true bodies, as you wish!"

On a grand high platform, the big demon in the purple light group spoke and said a few more words. It seemed that it could see that Wang Xuan cared about the human body.

"No!" Wang Xuan still refused, and soon, there was another demon shadow behind him!

Until a person appeared on a high platform, with a fairy-like appearance, surrounded by white mist, ethereal and ethereal, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a true immortal.

"Are you willing to take the path of...demons?" the man asked, with a gentle smile, and deliberately looked at Wang Xuan.

Human-demon? This is still not a human race!

Moreover, at this time, Wang Xuan sensed the changes in himself. His appearance did not change, but his inside was roaring.

He took a breath of cold air. The human-demon race only looked like humans on the outside, but the internal structure was completely different. Of course, this was just the energy evolving, and the flesh and blood did not change.

At this point, Wang Xuan did not consider it at all, and refused all the way. Regardless of whether they were in human form or not, these were all demons.

Even later, a human immortal race was born.

After Wang Xuan carefully observed the inside, this creature had nothing to do with humans.

He walked through hundreds of high platforms and saw many races in myths and legends, but he refused them all. In the end, there was no trace of demons behind him.

Wang Xuan looked at himself. Although he was covered in blood, he had returned to human form.

"This is the secret path of demons!"

Wang Xuan whispered, he refused this secret path.

He smelled the scent of medicine, which came from his blood. Was it the medicinal properties of the blood grapes he had eaten that were expelled?

What an unexpected change, it could be cleared like this!

Hundreds of high platforms were still there, but the densely packed creatures under the platforms were gone, and the entire coast was quiet.

The ocean was also calm, no longer surging, and the boat made of Feathered Divine Bamboo came to the shore.

"Get on board!" Suddenly, someone spoke.

Wang Xuan was startled, it was too abrupt, and he looked up suddenly.

A person appeared on the golden bamboo boat, wearing a straw raincoat, holding a fishing rod made of Feathered Divine Bamboo, sitting on the bow with his back to the coast.

He did not really make a sound, but conveyed his meaning with his spirit.

"Why do you want me to get on board?" Wang Xuan asked.

"Didn't you reject all the top 'real body' paths?" The man was surprised.

Wang Xuan immediately understood that the 'true body' he was talking about refers to the original bodies of various creatures such as the Golden Winged Dapeng and the human immortals, which are powerful enough!

"If you don't take the top true body path, as an alien, you can only take the path of transformation. Why don't you get on the boat?" The man in the straw raincoat still didn't turn around.

Wang Xuan felt that he was tricked by those aliens. Now he can be sure that this is indeed the secret road of the demons!

He whispered: "As a human, do you still want to get on the boat?"

He was unsure in his heart. What if this man is a big demon and swallows him as blood food? Everything he experienced today was incredible.

The man was calm and still didn't look back. He said: "Humans and aliens can take the true body path of demons, and naturally they can also take the path of transformation. Although you are a human, you should... still be able to go."

No matter how Wang Xuan listened, he felt that this man didn't seem to be so sure.

He gritted his teeth and decided to get on the boat. He had seen all kinds of demons and monsters, so what else did he care about.

As a result, as soon as he approached the bamboo boat, the man immediately despised him and said, "I have been ferrying for so many years, and the people and monsters I met are either like orchids or musk, or have the fragrance of immortals. Even the weakest creatures who have just become true practitioners are not so smelly."

When Wang Xuan heard this, he really wanted to beat him up!

However, he smelled it and found that the smell on his body was indeed not washed away after escaping from the snake's belly.

But this man was too direct, and his honesty was unbearable.

"No, you are not a practitioner yet, just a mortal. How did you get in? You are not dead." The man spoke again.

Of course, every time he spoke, he actually expressed his meaning in spirit.

Wang Xuan immediately realized that what he said about just becoming a practitioner meant stepping into the extraordinary, which was only... the starting stage in ancient times!

"Huh, interesting, you have a strong factor in the inner scene in your body, so that's it." The man spoke, and then urged him to get on the boat.

"Your patriarch actually took such good care of a mortal like you, and led you into the inner scene several times."

The man sighed, silently sensed it, and suddenly turned back and said, "Could it be that you got the inner scene treasure?"

"What is the inner scene treasure?" Wang Xuan asked.

"The patriarch-level strongman died unexpectedly. Before his death, he refined a corner of the inner scene and merged it into the treasures of the real world to form a treasure."

Wang Xuan was moved and said, "A smaller version of the inner scene?"

"You can also understand it this way." The man nodded, and at this time, he had turned around.

However, Wang Xuan did not see his person, it was just a straw raincoat, empty inside, with only a faint mist lingering in the darkness.

"Very unexpected?" The mist in the straw raincoat rippled, and then condensed into a vague face of a man.

He sighed, "Long years have passed, where can there be any living people or monsters? Everything is just to keep the promise. To put it in your words, the extraordinary power is leading, ferrying, and guarding here. I am just the remaining extraordinary power."

He had a simple exchange with Wang Xuan and gradually became familiar with modern terms.

"In this case, I can take you to trade. I think someone will be very interested in the inner treasure."

At this point, he emitted a faint light, and the bamboo boat moved and began to cross the sea.

"Who are you trading with?" Wang Xuan frowned and asked. This ferryman was too mysterious.

"I'll be there soon." The bamboo boat crossed the endless sea like a stream of light and finally came to the depths of the ocean.

He glanced at the dagger on Wang Xuan's body and said, "This dagger seems to have some tricks. Do you want to trade with me?"

Although he was careless, Wang Xuan had an instinctive intuition that this dagger should be much more precious than he said.

"I don't want to exchange it for the time being." He refused.

The man nodded and said, "According to a certain agreement left a long time ago, I brought you here, and you can trade with them."

"Where are the people?" Wang Xuan did not see anyone.

"Wait patiently." The ferryman shook his hand and shook the fishing rod made of the Feathered Divine Bamboo, and then swung it violently, and the fishing line and the fish hook flew into the sky under the moonlight.

Wang Xuan was speechless. This person was going to fish in the air?

Then he found that the fishing line and the fish hook really did not fall down, and he didn't know where they were hung.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the sky lit up and a hazy halo appeared.

Wang Xuan was shocked. What did he see? The curtain, there seemed to be a list of immortals in it!

How did this ferryman cast the rod and fish behind the curtain? What level of monster is he? It should be the Feathered Level!

"Someone is very interested and wants to trade with you." The ferryman said.

Wang Xuan had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but now he held them back because he was afraid of dealing with those creatures who left big holes in ancient times.

As a result, the ferryman now seemed to have contacted the immortals for him and wanted to trade with him!