Pioneering

Chapter 159 Teleportation Array
In the woods, Zhong Ming looked at Salt who was busy and dancing, and urged:
"Hey, are you alright, why are you so good at casting a tracking spell so slowly?"

"You can do whatever you want, don't you also know this spell model?" Sartre slandered inwardly.

On the surface, Salt turned his head and squeezed out a flattering smile at Zhong Ming, saying: "Hurry up, master, please wait a moment, I will be fine soon."

……

Outside the cave, Zhu Bi raised her magic wand, a burst of brilliance flashed, and the vines and grass were swept away, revealing the true face of the teleportation circle.

This is a hexagonal regular area, and the mysterious runes on the blue stone slab are interspersed and scattered, sometimes separated, sometimes converged, but there is a wonderful sense of harmony, which makes people feel natural.

Zhu Bi frowned and looked at the edges and corners of the magic circle. He didn't know whether it was damaged by monsters or eroded by time. Hundreds of years passed, and many lines were broken and damaged, obviously they could not be used directly.

In case something goes wrong, it's no joke.

She took out a few bottles of spirit-reviving potions from the space ring she carried with her.

After taking the potion, she recovered from her mental trauma a little, took out some materials that she had prepared earlier, and started to repair the teleportation circle.

At this time, she couldn't help but thank herself for being cautious, and left behind a backhand and storage props in advance before rushing to the barracks.

Otherwise, he would either be captured and humiliated by Zhong Ming, or he would simply have returned to the underworld.

Time continued to pass with the actions of both sides. It said it was long, but it was actually fast.

"Okay," Salter said excitedly to Zhong Ming, "Master, follow me closely."

After speaking, he flew towards a valley on the edge of the core area.

Zhong Ming turned into a golden light and followed Sart closely.

After a while, Salt gradually slowed down and said, "Master, bypass this mountain and fly another thirty li to the southwest, and we will be there."

Suddenly, a sharp and long howl came to the ears of the two, and it was a rare third-order flying monster—the Scarlet Flame Feather Eagle, which came to kill them.

From the looks of it, it was the rampage of Zhong Ming and the two flying around, and it regarded it as a declaration of war for invading the territory.

This beast has a wingspan of eight or nine meters and a height of about five or six meters. Its shiny red feathers, like jewels, shine brightly in the sun. Its pair of beaks are red and black, sharp and terrifying. The huge claws were as sharp as fine steel, swooping towards Sart.

With a series of sonic booms, the galloping bird shadow struck at a speed beyond the limit of Sartre's reaction.

Seeing that the eagle's claws were about to fall on Salt, Zhong Ming activated his divine power, and golden energy lightsabers appeared out of thin air, rushing towards the red flame feathered eagle.

Keenly aware of the danger, the Scarlet Flame Feather Eagle pulled up urgently and narrowly escaped the blow. The magic core energy in its body surged, and a dangerous and beautiful fire rain suddenly appeared, quickly descending towards Zhong Ming and the two of them. .

"Master, save me!" Salter exclaimed.

Salt, who had experienced many battles, instantly judged that he was no match for this bird.

"Shut up, just hide away for me honestly!"

Zhong Ming stretched out a shield of divine power, firmly resisting the attack, and said while admiring the figure of the scarlet flame-feathered eagle.

"If you can't catch a giant dragon as a mount, you shouldn't be ashamed if you catch a red flame-feathered eagle as a mount?" Zhong Ming thought to himself.

"Master, this Scarlet Flame Feather Eagle is a golden-species monster. It can reach level seven as an adult, and a small number of people with good talents can be promoted to level eight. The common talents and abilities are..." Saert said to Zhong Mingke.

Zhong Ming opened the "Eye of True Sight" to investigate the Chiyan Yuying. The more he looked at it, the happier he was, it was so beautiful.

"I see better than you, stop talking nonsense, and hide behind me honestly."

"It's decided, my flying mount is you."

Since he made up his mind to subdue this beast, Zhong Ming was ready to give it a good beating.

In fact, in the world of Zoya, adult monsters are extremely difficult to tame. In most cases, they would rather self-destruct than accept the constraints of contract spells.

Humans seldom subdue monsters, and most of them are cubs who have cultivated feelings since birth. Of course, it would be even better if they were non-lactating monster eggs.

Every time a high-level monster egg appears, it is the beginning of a bloody storm.

Zhong Ming mobilized his divine power, his whole body was full of divine light, and golden long swords that were either slender and exquisite, or magnificent and broad appeared out of thin air, converging into a river of bright swords, and shot towards the red flame feather eagle.

This scene is like a majestic monochromatic rainbow suddenly appearing in the sky.

Seeing the attack, the Red Flame Feather Eagle jumped up and down, dodged left and right, showing extremely high flying skills and dodging ability.

From time to time, he still took the damage and issued various fire spells, trying to counterattack Zhong Ming.

Fighting spirit is commendable.

It's a pity that this increasingly massive and winding attack is simply not something an eighth-level monster can withstand.

Soon, it was covered in bruises, lost its balance, and fell headlong towards the ground.

……

A moment later, on the ground, Zhong Ming held an extremely exaggerated golden giant sword across the neck of the Chiyan Yuying, and asked:

"Are you convinced? Don't pretend to be dead, don't tell me, as a high-level monster, you can't speak!"

"Human, you kill me." Chi Yanyuying closed his eyes tightly, lying powerlessly on the ground, with a pool of blood flowing from under his body, he said in a mature and rich voice.

Unexpectedly, it is still female.

At this time, Salter changed his previous obedience, and reprimanded:

"Bold, open your bird eyes wide, take a good look, and think about your inheritance memory carefully, can my master be described as a mere human?
Think about this divine power, this indestructible divine body, this endless great coercion! "

Scarlet Flame Feather Eagle suddenly opened its eyes and said, "You, are you a god? The saint has come?"

Zhong Ming shrugged his shoulders, acquiescing to this statement, and said, "So, what is your choice? It's not shameful to surrender to a god."

Salt arrogantly helped: "Not only that, it is an honor for you to be my master's mount for eighteen generations. The ancestral grave, no, the ancestral nest emits green smoke."

Chi Yanyuying thought for a while, and finally lowered his high head, offered his soul source, and signed the master-servant contract.

After a while, the two who set out to chase Zhu Bi again did not ride the Scarlet Flame Feather Eagle—it was so injured that it couldn't fly at all.

Suddenly, in the southwest direction, a cylindrical light beam rose into the sky, faintly carrying spatial fluctuations.

Perhaps Zhu Bi's life was not to die, but the sudden appearance of the Red Flame Feathered Eagle touched Zhong Ming's sense of aesthetics, and he spent a lot of effort to subdue the mount and bought her precious time.

"Oops, this is the space teleportation array, master, that witch is going to run away!" Sart reminded aloud.

"Is it such an unfortunate coincidence?"

(End of this chapter)