God-level Stealing System

"Worth a try!"

Silence does whatever comes to mind. He already knows that this world is real, at least to his senses.

Even if he couldn't bring with him the bloodline power of various ancient races when he wakes up from his dream, he once had it, and that kind of understanding would be imprinted deep in his soul, which would be of great help to him in creating his own magic.

The first choice that Mo Shen chose was a golden-winged roc. This was a branch of the Tianpeng clan, one of the ten major divine clans. It represented a very powerful avenue. There was even a record in ancient books that "Reng feeds on dragons".

He remembered that a golden feather he once obtained was a suspected relic of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan!

"Junior brother of the human race, be careful, don't be unable to catch even one move!" The golden-winged roc laughed unruly. After Qingshan spread the word among the three beasts, Shen Mo is now considered a celebrity in the True Dragon Academy, but because of Wan Wan Due to his clan's arrogant nature, the most powerful disciples of True Dragon Academy disdained to pay attention to him.

Now when the golden-winged roc saw Shen Mo taking the initiative to challenge, he was surprised and full of amusement. You must know that there have always been rumors of a life and death field in the martial arts field. Once a martial arts performance is performed, there will be victory or defeat, as well as life and death!

"Use your most powerful magic. If I win, give me a jar of true blood." Shen Mo said calmly.

"Hmph, how brave!" The golden-winged roc's eyes flashed with violence, and he spread his wings and flew towards Silence. The sharpness of the wings was comparable to a heavenly weapon. Even an ordinary quasi-emperor would not dare to take it hard.

But Silence is different. He has achieved great perfection in three aspects: golden energy and blood, golden body, and golden bones. In terms of physical strength alone, he can compete with real heavenly weapons!

Keng!

Shen Mo pushed out his palm and collided with the edge of the wings, making a terrifying sound of gold and iron clashing, and directly slapped back the golden-winged roc at the peak of the Law Realm.

"Meteor and Sky Fire!" The golden-winged roc stood high in the sky, its golden feathers standing upright like swords, and each one emitted terrifying flames, as if endless meteors were falling from the sky.

Physical strength surged out of his body, and he stood silently with his hands behind his back, seemingly indifferent under the endless meteors and skyfire.

"Damn it, you have to force me to use racial magic, right? Then it's as you wish!"

The golden-winged roc saw that all the flames could not break the human's protective divine light. He couldn't help but became furious, and a light burst out from his body. It could be vaguely seen that it was a golden roc, and it was quite similar to this golden-winged roc. Similarity is exactly the Tao contained in the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.

The golden roc was even more violent than its owner. With a cry, all the rays of light within a hundred miles radius disappeared, forcing the expressions of the nearby True Dragon Academy disciples to change greatly and they retreated.

"Open Heaven Boxing Way!" Shen Mo felt the pressure. Although this Golden-winged Dapeng was only a pure blood, he couldn't bear it because of his noble birth. The Golden-winged Dapeng's way is one of the strongest among the ten major gods. One.

However, there was still something unsatisfactory in front of Shen Mo. After a moment of seriousness, he defeated the golden-winged roc's magic. The powerful fist light shot up to the nine heavens and shot down the unruly ancient beast.

"A jar of true blood!"

Silence does not require the cooperation of the golden-winged roc, it comes from the torn wounds.

Next, Shen Mo continuously challenged the ancient beasts of different races, and most of them were defeated in one move. There were only a few strange races that did not cultivate their bodies and cultivate their souls. Shen Mo wanted to see more clearly and gave them a few more opportunities.

It's not that all races in ancient times were not strong. Those who can enter the True Dragon Academy are all the most powerful geniuses among all races, and their combat power can definitely be compared to ordinary first-level quasi-emperors.

But what they met was Shen Mo. This man who had dominated for almost an era, it was only natural for him to fall.

After a series of battles, Silence finally suppressed the arrogant heads of these ancient gods. Even the most unruly golden-winged roc saw Silence's fist break the head of a pure-blood genius from the ape clan. One arm felt frightened for a while.

Although the racial gap is insurmountable, the strong have the absolute right to speak in any era!

After getting dozens of cans of true blood, Shen Sheng began to practice. The first thing he chose was the Golden-winged Dapeng true blood. Under the water of the ancient divine blood that contained the meaning of Tao, Shen Sheng planted the root of the Tao as expected, and his left arm softened. The shadow of a golden-winged roc slowly rose up.

This phantom is still a little weak, and more true blood is needed to solidify it, but it is not necessary for Shen Shen. He just wants to understand this kind of Tao, not to follow the path of the Golden-winged Dapeng.

Moreover, true blood is not the key. As long as you have enough understanding, you can understand the Golden-winged Dapeng Avenue with just a trace of Dao Root!

"The ancient Tao is different from the current world. In this world, you only need to pursue the Tao that suits you. In ancient times, one clan was one group, or even broken down into one, each living being was one group.

Strictly speaking, this golden-winged Dapeng phantom directly reaches the Golden-winged Dapoc clan’s clan path. The cultivation of ancient living beings’ path is the process of turning the clan’s path into one’s own path! "

Silently realized that the golden-winged Dapeng Dao in his body looked real, but was very rigid and lacked power. Only by turning it into his own Dao could he make it "alive".

Cultivation from the clan's way to one's own way is a transformation process. In this process, the popular nature of the clan's way is first erased, leaving only the pure way of the way, and then one's own imprint is imprinted on the way of the way.

This is why in the martial arts arena, as far as Silence can see, all the magical arts performed by the geniuses of various races are somewhat vague.

"I'm not a golden-winged roc. What will happen if I'm branded with the mark of the human race?" The power of Silent Sense surged out and merged into the golden-winged roc's Dao roots on his left arm. However, the Dao roots collapsed instantly and could not bear the mark of Silence. To be precise, I cannot bear the power of silence.

Sighing silently, he knew this would be the result. The Taoist natures of all races are incompatible. Even the human race without Taoist roots cannot change the Taoism of each race. Even if they want to be branded, they can only brand the Golden-winged Dapeng. The mark of the clan.

Next, silently bathe in the Tao blood of all races, plant the Tao roots in different parts of the body, and understand the power of the Tao of each race.

His actions once again shocked the golden-winged roc and other ancient gods. It is normal for human beings to bathe in the blood of all races, but no human race has ever dared to plant the roots of so many races at the same time.

Because the Tao natures of different races are incompatible, their Tao roots will naturally conflict with each other. Even closely related races have natural barriers to each other, which will create repulsive forces between them. The more Tao roots there are, the heavier the repelling power will be.

Most of the human race can only plant one kind of Dao Root in their lifetime. Those who plant three or two kinds of Dao Roots are peerless geniuses. No matter how many more, it is impossible, because the repulsive force can immediately make the human beings torn into pieces.

Even the first human race in history to be admitted to the Xuanwu Academy, according to legend, only planted thirty-six kinds of Tao roots.

But the Tao roots planted by Silence have exceeded seventy-two types!

"Although the Tao natures of all races are mutually exclusive, I can suppress them with the power of Tao principles that I have understood in this world. Eighty-eight types are not my limit!"

Silently whispering, he was a little curious, what would happen if ten thousand Tao roots of different races were planted in his body?

Suddenly, the martial arts arena fell silent, and all the creatures looked towards the entrance. They were always proud and solemn at this moment. Even the golden-winged Dapeng, who was unruly by nature, had a strong look of fear in his eyes.

"I heard that a junior fellow apprentice from a tribe has joined the True Dragon Academy and his strength is on par with that of an innate pure-blooded creature. I came over to take a look."

It was a white wolf. His body was only ninety feet tall, which was not as good as those creatures that could easily reach tens to hundreds of feet high. However, the ninety-foot tall body contained an extremely powerful and pure power.

He looked down at Silence, a trace of disdain flashed in his narrow eyes, "Junior brother from the human race, let's do a few moves. Don't worry, I will suppress the realm and will not bully you."