The dragon roar sounded melodiously, and the pair of dragon wings of the blood bat winged dragon floating in front of him were immediately taken into the cauldron by Yan Nuo. After a moment, the pair of dragon wings became red under the burning of the pure Yang Dan Fire.

Taking a deep breath, the expression on Yan Nuo's face was extremely solemn. The soul power suddenly burst out from the sea of ​​consciousness again, and evenly applied the mixed material melt on a pair of dragon wings. Then the pure Yang Dan Fire completely wrapped the pair of dragon wings.

The soul power in the pure Yang Dan Fire, under Yan Nuo's control, was like a hammer that could not be seen by the naked eye, with soul power fluctuations, quenching the melt of the refining materials into the dragon's wings in a slight way, and then repeatedly smashed the hammer.

Then, as the soul power was pulled, a pair of dragon wings kept pulling open and closed. The original pair of agate-colored dragon wings flashed with the fusion of the refining materials. At this time, Yan Nuo extinguished the Pure Yang Dan Fire. With the sound of the dragon roar of the cauldron opening, Yan Nuo took a pair of dragon wings in front of him, and at the same time, he scored the finger techniques and penetrated them with spiritual power.

With a thought, the Broken Leaf Sword appeared in Yan Nuo's hand. With the endless "hissing" sound, the wind-type formations were engraved on the dragon wings by Yan Nuo. After each sword was taken down, Yan Nuo was extremely serious. It took Yan Nuo several hours to engrave these array techniques.

When the last formation was engraved, Yan Nuo gritted his teeth and sprayed a mouthful of red natal essence and blood on the dragon wings. Then several magic tricks were beaten. These natal essence and blood were immediately integrated into the dragon wings. As the essence and blood were integrated, Yan Nuo's heart had a mental connection with the dragon wings of the pair of blood bat-winged dragons.

Feeling the complete fusion of essence, blood and the pair of dragon wings, Yan Nuo's mind moved, and the appearance of the pair of dragon wings in front of him began to decrease rapidly, and finally, until it shrank to the size of a pair of palms, suspended in the air, red like agate, and at the same time, it flashed with a little light golden luster, and emitted a trace of spiritual energy with the residual heat.

Nodded, Yan Nuo's thoughts moved, and a pair of dragon wings in front of him stood behind Yan Nuo, a light red light flashed, and the pair of dragon wings became several feet in size. As he slowly fanned, waves of hurricanes immediately blew around Yan Nuo, and his body slowly left the ground. However, Yan Nuo felt that the spiritual power he had consumed was very small and could be almost negligible.

The temporarily opened cave has limited space and cannot show the performance of this pair of dragon wings. Yan Nuo's mind moved, and the dragon wings immediately gathered together. As the mind changes in size, it can be said that it can do whatever it wants.

Then, Yan Nuo held it in his hand and played with it for a while, and was very satisfied with the pair of dragon wings he had refined.

After a while of embracing each other, Yan Nuo felt a little tired. He stood up, Yan Nuo stretched and walked straight into the bedroom. He slept beautifully to relieve his fatigue over the past few days.

After resting for several days, in the early morning of the day, when the sun had just exposed the horizon, Yan Nuo cleaned up a little and walked out of the temporarily opened cave and breathed in the fresh air outside.

"Bang!"

With Yan Nuo's thoughts, a red stream of light flew out of the storage bag, attached to Yan Nuo's back, and then expanded into a pair of huge dragon wings that were more than three meters long, stretching open.

Immediately, a pair of red dragon wings with golden light spots flashed, and a slight tremble, the whistling sound of the strong wind immediately spread, creating a powerful airflow on the ground. Yan Nuo's figure was already standing in the air, and then his wings flare up, and his body turned into a stream of light, quickly disappearing into the distant horizon.

It feels that the speed of the dragon wing is faster than that of the Zhan Lu Sword, and it does not require too much spiritual power to consume. It accelerates slightly, and is even no less than the escape speed of the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

As the front line, a powerful and cold air blew over, and suddenly stumbled on Yan Nuo, who was soaring in the air with wings spreading his wings and almost lost control. Yan Nuo immediately adjusted his state and stabilized.

The wind in the air became more and more thrilling, and even made people feel that the wind was like the strong wind above the nine heavens. It was not only biting cold but also blowing on the body, like a sharp blade slaughtering and a severe pain like a slaughter.

The pain made Yan Nuo a little unbearable, so he hurriedly opened his body-protecting spiritual light. Even so, it still made Yan Nuo feel unbearable, and maintaining the body-protecting spiritual light also consumed a lot of spiritual power in his body.

Finally unable to bear the severe pain, the dragon wing behind Yan Nuo flapped and slid down to the ground.

There is a dense forest on the ground, with no sight at a glance, and there are many overlapping mountains in the distance. Moreover, whether it is the mountains or the forest, there is a faint white mist. This white mist is also somewhat different from the white mist elsewhere, and it contains a biting coldness.

What made Yan Nuo notice was that the forest was different from the vegetation in other places. It was all coniferous forests that only grew in cold places. What made Yan Nuo even more angry was that in this forest, Yan Nuo actually felt that he could not find the direction, and what surprised Yan Nuo even more was that this coldness made himself, who was not afraid of the cold and heat, feel a little difficult to resist.

"What the hell is this!" Yan Nuo roared in the forest surrounded by mountains, flew up in shock to the birds living in the forest.

He took out the monster bone that recorded the map of Dongxuan Continent, and Yan Nuo immersed his spiritual consciousness in it. After the scene of the tea, he slowly raised his head and couldn't help but feel helpless. The sign on the map was a must-pass place for the cold current in the extreme north to invade the south. It was called the Hangang Corridor by most of Dongxuan, so it was so cold.

Fortunately, Yan Nuo recognized based on the signs on the map that there was a city where humans lived nearly ten thousand miles east, which surprised Yan Nuo. However, this forest was not seen all year round due to the cold current in the extreme north. Moreover, due to the complex terrain, it could not even recognize the direction of the southeast, southwest and northwest.

From time to time, beast roars came from the forest, and a fierce demonic atmosphere was filled with the air. From this demonic atmosphere, Yan Nuo could feel that there were many monsters even in groups, making Yan Nuo feel that the forest was full of danger. The violent cold wind was above the sky. On the top of the forest, Yan Nuo did not dare to walk in the air. The last time he was almost swallowed by the blood bat winged dragon was still remembered.

This forest is rarely visited. After walking for several days, Yan Nuo did not find any signs of witch monks walking. He couldn't help but feel a little upset.

While walking, Yan Nuo felt a little spiritual power fluctuation in the distance. Yan Nuo was slightly stunned, and then a hint of joy emerged from his face. In the past few days, he felt like a headless fly hiking around. How could he not feel excited in his heart?

He restrained his breath on his body and walked gently towards the place where the spiritual power fluctuated. The closer the distance, the more bloody the breath could be heard. Moreover, the more violent the spiritual power fluctuations were, there were also beast roars from time to time. It was obvious that someone was fighting with monsters or monsters.

Finally, he walked to a place not far from the fight, and Yan Nuo was even more careful. He suddenly appeared here, and he was not sure who the other party was. It is not even known whether he would regard himself as an enemy.

Pushing away the branches, what caught Yan Nuo's eyes was a clearing ground against the cliff, with several herbs growing above the cliff. Below the cliff, five men and one woman, the witch monks were leaning against the cliff, facing hundreds of demon birds, facing each other.

I sensed the aura of the five men and one woman, and the six witch cultivators, all of which were equivalent to the foundation-building stage. The monsters on the opposite side were the most ordinary iron-mouthed black crows, but dozens of them had advanced to the second level, which really made people not to underestimate their strength.

A strange cry came from the mouths of the iron-mouthed black crows. From time to time, there were strange crys of the iron-mouthed black crows, and with a full of demonic aura, they rushed towards the monks of the Six Witch Cultivation Clan. However, the six people were immediately holding witchcraft. With their joint efforts, they either fell seriously injured and could not get up, or they were directly broken into corpses.

"Why is it so unpleasant to come out this time? Along the way, there are such demon birds. The monsters have encountered so many waves, which is really troublesome!" Among the six people, one of the youngest man looked at him, wiped away the blood stains on his face and complained loudly.

"Pick these herbs and walk east for more than ten miles, you will reach a safe place!"

The middle-aged man who seemed the oldest of the six, holding a spear and a witchcraft, said.

I saw this witch man wearing a leather robe sewn from black bear skin. His half-naked skin was strong and full of strength. It was obvious that he had practiced the body refining technique that he had such a dynamic physique.

After looking at it, the middle-aged man's strength was obviously the highest among these six people, and he had already cultivated to the level of great perfection equivalent to the foundation-building stage. Although he was facing the siege of hundreds of demon birds, his face was still extremely calm, and the spear in his hand was dancing like a dragon going out to sea, causing all the iron-mouthed black crows to fall to the ground either seriously injured or afraid to approach.

"Uncle Second! It's getting late. If this continues, if it gets dark, we will be even more uneasy!"

The speaker was the only woman among the six people. She was dressed in a costume sewn with spotted leopard skin. Her skin was slightly bronze in color and her long hair was like a waterfall, showing a sharp and primitive beauty. She held a long bow of the witchcraft and had an arrow on the bowstring, and shot at the iron-mouthed black crow in the air from time to time. She was the weakest of the six people, and her voice also had a strong and thick look, but the expression on her face was solemn at this time.

"It's not that damn Polunke. We not only have to be furious from them, but also give them annual tributes every year!" A man holding a giant axe and bearded on his face shouted in dissatisfaction, his expression full of anger.

"It's unintentional to say more! How can we get through this level before we talk about it!" A witch man with a slightly white skin said in a deep voice, with a look of helplessness in his expression: "I have gained so much since I came out this time. At least I have to stay here for more than ten days before I can make up for the difference in the year's tribute this year!"

"Who?" The woman holding a long bow shouted loudly to the place where Yan Nuo was hiding, and the long bow string in her hand was as full as the moon.
Chapter completed!