Chapter 579: The roots of eighty-eight races!

"Worth a try!"
Silence thinks and does it, he already knows that this world is real, at least for his senses.
Even if he can't take the bloodline power of the ancient races when he wakes up from his dream, he has once possessed that kind of realization will be imprinted in the depths of his soul, and it will be of great help to his creation of his own divine art.
The first choice for silence was a golden-winged roc, which is a branch of the Tianpeng clan, one of the ten great protoss. The road represented is quite powerful. There is even a record in ancient books that "peng feeds on dragons".
He remembered that the golden feather he once got was a relic of the suspected Golden Winged Dapeng clan!
"Junior Brother Human Race, be careful, don't even take a single trick!" The golden winged big Peng laughed loudly. After passing through the green mountain to the three beasts, the silence is now considered a celebrity in the True Dragon Academy, but because of Wan The arrogant nature of the clan, the most powerful group of disciples in the True Dragon Academy did not bother to pay attention to him.
Now this golden-winged roc saw the silent challenge, and was surprised at the same time full of playfulness. You must know that there have always been rumors of life and death in the martial arts field. Once the martial arts are performed, both the victory and the defeat are divided!
"Use your most powerful magic, if I win, give me a pot of real blood." said silently and calmly.
"Hmph, so courageous!" The Golden Winged Roc's eyes flashed violent, and his wings rushed towards silence. The sharpness of the wings was comparable to a heavenly weapon, and even ordinary quasi-emperor realm would not dare to insist.
But silence is different. He has cultivated Dzogchen in the three aspects of golden blood, golden body, and golden bones. By discussing his physique alone, he can contend with a real heavenly weapon!
Keng!
He pushed out with a silent palm, collided with the wings of the wings, making a terrifying sound of gold and iron clashes, and directly photographed the Golden Wing Roc at the peak of the law realm.
"Meteor and sky fire!" The golden winged Dapeng was high in the sky vertically, with golden feathers standing upright like swords, and each of them emitted terrifying flames, like infinite meteors falling from the sky.
Physical strength came out all over the body, stood silently with his hands behind him, unmoved by the endless meteor fire.
"Damn it, I must be forced to perform racial magic, right? It's as you wish!"
Seeing that all the flames could not break the human body guard, the golden winged roc could not help being furious. A light burst out of his body, faintly seeing that it was a golden winged roc, and it was quite similar to this golden winged roc The similarity is the Tao contained in the Golden Winged Dapeng clan.
The Jinpeng was more tyrannical than the owner, and with a scream, the glow of a hundred miles disappeared, forcing the look of the nearby True Dragon Academy disciple to change drastically and retreat.
"Open Heaven Fist!" Silence felt the pressure. Although this Golden Winged Roc is only an acquired pure blood, he can't stand his noble birth. The Golden Winged Roc's Dao is the strongest Dao under the Ten Protoss. One.
However, there was still something not enough to look at in front of Shen Mo. After a little seriousness, he defeated the Golden Wing Roc's magic, and the powerful fist went straight for nine days, and shot down the inferior ancient beast.
"A pot of real blood!"
Silence does not require the cooperation of the Golden Wing Roc, taking it from the torn wound.
Next, Silence continued to challenge the ancient mythical beasts of different races. Most of them were defeated by one move. There were only a few strange races that did not cultivate their bodies and cultivate their spirits. Silence wanted to see more clearly, and gave them more opportunities.
It's not that the ancient ten thousand clan is not strong, and the one who can enter the True Dragon Academy is the strongest tianjiao among the various clan. The fighting power is definitely comparable to the ordinary one-tier heavenly quasi-emperor.
But what they encountered was silence, this man who had almost dominated an era, it was normal to lose.
After the battles, the silence finally suppressed the proud heads of these ancient gods, even the most unruly Golden Winged Roc, saw the silent fist collapse head-on, an acquired pure-blooded Tianjiao of the gods. One arm was panicked.
Although the racial gap is insurmountable, the strong, no matter in any era, have the absolute right to speak!
After Silence got dozens of pots of true blood, he began to practice. The first choice he chose was the true blood of the Golden Winged Dapeng. Under the water of the true blood of the ancient gods that contained the meaning of Tao, he planted the roots of Taoism in silence as expected. The ghost of a golden winged roc rose slowly.
This phantom is still a bit weak, and more real blood is needed to consolidate, but it is not necessary for silence. He just wants to feel this way, not on the road of the Golden Wing Roc.
Moreover, true blood is not the key, as long as the savvy is sufficient, a trace of the roots can comprehend the Golden Wing and Dapeng Avenue!
"The ancient Tao is different from the present world. In the present world, you only need to pursue the path that suits you. In the ancient times, there is one family, or even subdivided, one creature is one.
Strictly speaking, this golden winged roc phantom, straight to the golden winged roc clan's avenue, the cultivation of the ancient living principles is the process of turning the clan dao into its own way! "
Silent comprehension of the golden-winged big Peng Taoist intention in the body looks real, but it is very rigid and lacks power. Only by turning it into its own Tao can it "live".
Cultivation from Clan Dao to One's Dao is a process of transformation. In this process, the publicity of Clan Dao must be erased first, leaving only pure Dao nature, and then branding one's own mark in Dao nature.
That's why in the martial arts arena, the magical arts performed by the Tianjiao of various races are all a little vague.
"I'm not a Golden Winged Roc, what will happen to the imprint of the human race?" The silent perception power surged and merged into the Golden Roc Roots on the left arm, but the strands of Dao Roots collapsed in an instant, unable to bear the mark of silence. To be precise, he cannot bear the power of silence.
Silently sighed, he knew that this would be the result. The Taoism of all races is incompatible. Even human races without roots cannot change the Taoism of the roads of all races. They just want to brand, and they can only brand the Golden Wing Roc. The mark of the family.
Next, silently bathe the Dao blood of all races, plant Dao roots in different parts of the body, and comprehend the power of the Dao of all races.
His actions once again shocked the ancient gods such as the Golden Winged Dapeng. It is normal for the human race to bathe in the blood of the ten thousand races, but never has a human race dared to plant the roots of so many races at the same time.
Because of the incompatibility of the Dao roots of different races, the Dao roots will naturally resist. Even the near-race Dao roots have natural barriers. Repulsive forces will be generated between each other. The more Dao roots, the heavier the repelling force.
In the human race's life, most of them can only plant one kind of Dao Root, and those who plant three or two types of Dao Roots are peerless wizards, no matter how many, it is impossible, because that repulsive force can immediately let people divide the body.
Even if it was the first human race in history to worship in the Xuanwu Academy, it was said that only 36 kinds of Taoism were planted.
But silence, the roots planted, have already surpassed the seventy-two kinds!
"Although the ethics of all races are mutually exclusive, I can suppress them with the power of Dao I understand in this world. Eighty-eight kinds are not my limit!"
He whispered silently, he was a little curious, what would happen if ten thousand roots of different races were planted in his body?
Suddenly, the martial arts field fell silent, and all the creatures looked towards the entrance, and they were very dignified at this moment, who had always been proud. Even the golden-winged roc, who had a natural nature, flashed with a strong color of fear.
"I heard that the junior brothers of the human race worshipped into the True Dragon Academy, and their strength is straight up to the innate pure-blooded creatures. I will come and take a look."
It was a white wolf, his body was only nine feet tall, not as good as the creatures that were tens to hundreds of feet tall, but in the nine feet body, there was an extremely powerful and pure strength.
He looked down and was silent, and a trace of disdain flashed in his narrow eyes, "Junior Brother Human, have two moves, rest assured, I will suppress the realm and will not bully you."