After the war, Yang Bo praised his merits, appeased the martyrs and his family members, and settled in his family. After he flew outside the palace, his soul was passed on to his younger brother Miao En said: "I will come back in half a month after going to the outside world to do something! Tell everyone , By the way, tell Brother Weitong that everyone is cultivating in the soul world during this time, and wait for me to come back!"
Know it! Brother! Miao En recalled.
Yang Bo's Soul Mind points out a half-step Soul Bridge to control the energy output, and Soul Mind guides the space node of the capital.
After getting the order, the half-step Soul Bridge flying body stretched out in mid-air, crossing countless space nodes in a low key, and taking the owner to the Purple Star City in the Purple Profound Soul Region by air.
To the east of the capital, the mysterious realm of mysterious soul flying wings, Qinghua Mountain Linfeng Valley.
Tier 1: Wings of Soul Poetry Tier 2: Wings of Soul Poem Tier 3: Wings of Soul Wind Tier 4: Wings of Soul Phantom Tier 5: Wings of Soul Strange Tier 6: Wings of Soul Emperor Tier 7: Wings of Soul Sovereign Tier 8: Soul Dry Wings
In order to be able to return to Yangjian frequently to reunite with his relatives, Yang Bo decided to fight for the opportunity here to obtain the legendary Soul Kong Purple Wing. Suspended the sneak attack plan on several other warlords.
At the end of the soul bridge, Yang Bo stepped into the air, and Soul Nian moved the soul bridge away, and he saw a gray and dim world.
The sky is screaming! Hunting!
Huhuhu!
Three souls and seven souls below the king level soul repair will be directly torn apart when encountering such a wind
He secretly felt the strength of the wind.
Looking up at the sky, a group of densely packed aerial birds and beasts circling and neighing! Karma! Karma! Wow! Horror and weird.
In order to avoid the attack of high-altitude birds of prey, Yang Bo held his breath and focused, driving his soul to fly towards the hidden place in Linfeng Valley and shoot away.
This is a world of souls looking at flowers in the fog, Yang Bo's soul is falling to the ground in the gray and confused, and the ground is surrounded by bare rocks. From afar, the east is a dense black forest, while the west is looking away. It is a huge mountain towering into the clouds. Turn around and look at the sparkling sea in the south. Turning around, Soul Nian probed forward to block the faint mist of the mist.
Increasing the intensity of the soul chanting is still impervious to the shield of the miasma.
An abrupt group of indigenous people dressed in weird animal skins appeared in the soul exploration. They stood on the edge of the miasma with black soul gas bows in their hands, and their backs actually stretched out soul feathers of different lengths. They naturally swayed with the wind and spread their wings. . More than a dozen indigenous costumed animal skin men flew with arrows in their hands and flew to the huge bird of prey high in the sky.
Such a strong wind, without the cultivation base of the imperial realm soul cultivation, would be directly torn apart, let alone flying high in the sky. The strength of the wind can be imagined. Yang Bo weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and he thought of retreating.
Karma! Karma! Whoosh whoosh!
The bloody start of the battle between indigenous and raptor high in the sky.
Either you die or I die.
The weak and the strong eaten, at this time, it is vividly and exquisitely manifested.
Looking into the distance, the left hand of an indigenous young man holding a bow and arrow was pecked off by a huge bird of prey with a sharp beak, and a large amount of black soul fluid and soul gas in the long pointed beak leaked from the big wound of the broken arm bowl on his shoulder. Without the slightest hesitation or crying expression, he held a black bone dagger in his right hand, and after his arm was broken, he directly bullied himself into the eyes of the bird of prey. It's a fighting style that hurts both sides. Yang Bo shocked the ground and looked up at the sky.
Almost every native is fighting the birds of prey in this way.
The Raptors kept uttering deafening calls in exchange for companion combat, but the indigenous people did not provide reinforcements.
At this extremely dangerous moment, a group of black-robed soul cultivators flew up from the black forest in the far east, holding various Horcruxes in their colorful soul lights, and rushing to the sky like sharp arrows.
Soon this group of soul repairers joined the battle circle, but stopped at the periphery of the two warring parties.
A tall, middle-aged soul cultivator took the first step to take advantage of the fire and robbed the gloomy voice and roared: "Hu Lie Yangming, listen, hand over all the soul wing fragments on your body, we can save you, otherwise? Humph! Humph!"
"Wei Lin Changyuan, you villain, this is the third time you have made this work! If there are no fragments, even if I die in battle, my Soulwing Clan will never compromise with you." An indigenous old man in the battle was angry. Replied. However, his soul wing was flying and flashing, his figure was strangely fast, and he shuttled freely in the air to avoid the attack of birds of prey.
"You aboriginal bird-men are so ignorant of current affairs, then we will wait for you to be torn apart by these seventh-order soul emperor raptors. Wouldn't it be better to sit back and enjoy your achievements! Hahaha! Let's step back!" The black robe old man headed taunted Commanded.
The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind. Yang Bo secretly said that this person is sinister. The idea of saving the lives of these kind-hearted and struggling indigenous people came up.
Soul Bridge!
Soul motivating. A black soul bridge the size of a washbasin stood proudly in front of Yang Bo.
The group of black-robed men in front of the target stood in mid-air.
He Feizong stepped on the Soul Bridge, Soul Nian ordered.
The black-robed Emperor-level Soul Cultivator who retreated thousands of meters in the air stood in mid-air and watched triumphantly in front of the indigenous people who fought fiercely in the air.
The abrupt figure in a green robe instantly turned into a golden body, releasing a golden glow to cover this group of despicable guys. A soft roar came out: "The fifth style of the sword technique of the eel god blood lotus:
Wan Jian Yinghong Sunset Desolate!
A torrent of dark red sword air that is 100 meters long and 30 meters wide poured out like magma
The mighty covering rushed towards their standing space.
Rumble! There was an earth-shattering explosion.
The sudden strong attack directly washed out the energy of these bastards in the collision and was seriously injured.
One after another fell towards the ground.
Soul Bridge
The soul bridge came out,
The battle ahead!
Yang Bo proudly stepped on the Soul Bridge, his black hair dancing in the wind, a pair of star eyes shining fiercely and murderously.
Soul Bridge and the owner figured it out, and quietly appeared in the shadow of the bird of prey for a hundred meters.
The golden body method is in harmony.
In one breath, Yang Bo's dharma body was golden and shining.
The soul sword swung out: Big killer move!
A ten percent soul source power golden light fifty meters wide and two hundred meters wide sword descended from the sky! Coverage swept the Raptor camp space.
Quack quack! Dozens of screams resounded through the dim and gray sky, and the wind howled high.
Birds of prey were injured and fell to the bare rocky ground.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of the raptor's huge size hitting the ground was endless, echoing the world.
The stumps, bird feathers, swirling in the wind, bloody.
The crisis of indigenous fighting eased instantly, and the remaining raptors seemed to be wise. Two beeps: "Quack!"
The head bird quickly raised the bird's head, waved its wings, and fled into deep space with the remaining few injured raptors. The remnant feathers left all the way down.
Yang Bo’s appearance was too horrible. Under the leadership of the leader Hulie Yangming, the wounded tribesmen who participated in the war, knelt on their knees in horror and awe, and said: "Thank you, God, for saving your life. From now on, our Soulwing tribe will have one more A worshipped totem, a golden body god!"
Yang Bo moved his soul mind, and received the soul-suppressing technique. The body was suspended and the soul was controlled high in the sky. He breathed slightly: "Uncle, friends, please hurry up, I am an ordinary soul repairer, not a god, just passing by! You are all right. it is good!"
"Benefactor! Please accept our pious bowing!" The indigenous people bowed and bowed again under the leadership of the patriarch.
Yang Bo had no choice but to accept this gift.
Li Cheng.
Indigenous people stand up.
Patriarch Hu Lie Yangming smiled and invited him: "Please come to our clan’s stockade for a few days, and let us express our gratitude. Please don’t postpone it, please?"
Yang Bo was unable to refuse the sincere invitation of the kind-eyed and weather-beaten patriarch. Under the enthusiasm, he followed a group of indigenous people except hunting to the clan as guests.
A group of people flew down among the black-robed people who were lying on the ground. Patriarch Hu Lie said calmly: "Forget it this time, we won't go down to you like that. I hope you can do it yourself."
Wei Lin Changyuan, the leader of the black robe, looked at Yang Bo in fear and trembling: "My lord, we will definitely not provoke the Soul Wing Clan in the future, please rest assured."
The other black-robed people looked at this powerful guy with sifting eyes and pleading.
Then, Uncle Hulie, let's go! Yang Bo glanced sharply and said indifferently.
A group of people in black robes looked at his back with fearful eyes. Wei Lin Changyuan preached to the tribe: "Go back and check the history of this kid. If you have the opportunity, you must avenge this sword." It's the patriarch! One of the handsome men in black robes lay down and answered respectfully.
A group of people in black robes, led by the patriarch Wei Lin Changyuan, helped each other stagger towards the direction of the Black Forest.
Yang Bo quietly followed the Soul Wing Clan to the edge of the blue soul smog.
The patriarch politely handed him a piece of black soul bamboo to prevent the miasma from being poisoned.
"Benefactor, this is to prevent the miasma. Just keep it in your mouth."
Thank you Uncle Hulie! Thanks to accept the words in his mouth.
The soul thought was sent out, and into the blue soul smoke, the range of 10,000 meters was faintly visible.
This bamboo leaf is really amazing. Yang Bo secretly praised.
Passing through the area of Baili Miasma Gas and Poisonous Fog, walked into the Soul Wing Gulch and looked at the sight widened from a distance.
The harmonious autumn breeze, the dark red sunset shining, along the way, the purple of the soul wing tree, the yellow adorned with the fruit, the outer passage of the soul wing clan in the soul wing river grand canyon is covered in an orderly manner. A million-mile, colorful picture of a mysterious paradise in the flying wing of the Purple Profound Soul Domain. With the wind whistling outside the valley, the chaos and rocks are desolate, completely two worlds.
The patriarch Hu Lie, who was accompanied by Yang Bo, smiled and told him: "Our soulwing clan produces soul wing fragments for generations. The soul cultivators experienced in the outside world think that it is true that the baby fell from the body of the raptor, but the soul wing beast produces rough fragments. It is all from March to June, and the blood of our soul wing tribe must be mixed with the underground fire of the Mingyu Mountains of our tribe to refine the seven-day crystal feather-like fragments before they can be refined into soul wing.? The ten broken pieces of soul wing plus the jade fruit produced by the soul wing mysterious tree in our clan will increase the effect of refining the broken pieces of soul wing chip by ten times. It would take at least a thousand years for ordinary soul cultivators to refining without the help of jade fruit. Turn into a Tier 1 Soul Wing."
"So that's it." Yang Bo suddenly said in his heart.
In the valley, the mountain peaks surrounded by soul clouds and light mists are mysterious and mysterious, connecting with the dark red sky, showing the nature and tranquility.
Looking up through the gaps in the protective fence, in the clan, the fence, the large stone house, the woman, the soul wing tree, and the captive soul wing beast, a few cyan soul smoke floated up from the towering chimneys of each house.
"There are few men from the Soul Wing tribe, and they all die from hunting. Therefore, most men have three-bedroom to five-bedroom wives and multiply their tribe." Patriarch Hu Lie said with a smile outside the tall artificial fence in the clan land. .
On the fence wall, there is a stone-stacked watchtower every fifty meters. It stretches for ten miles and borders the black mountains on the left and right, forming a defensive barrier like a green Great Wall.
The sentry guarded by the Soul Wing Clan in the sentry tower greeted: "Patriarch, you are back! How is it, did you have a big harvest today?"
"Yingxiang Sanmeng, are you on duty today? Where are Dameng and Ermeng?" Patriarch Hu Lie raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Today, the third sister-in-law of Dameng gave birth to a big fat boy, and the village is celebrating in the square! I was sent by the eldest brother to be on duty! Hehe!"
The sturdy, short-haired, medium-sized young man is eagle-like, shirtless and short in animal skin pants, wearing animal leather boots, holding a soul gun and carrying a large bow and quiver, with a black bone dagger pinned to his waist, somewhat immature Looked down at the patriarch outside the fence and said with a smile.
"Oh! You kid! Take a good look at me! Today our clan has a distinguished guest, you have to cheer me up!"
The patriarch pretended to be stern and commanded.
"Yes! Come in, distinguished guest! Hey! Squeak!"
The fence was opened, and after a group of people smiled and nodded at the guarding young Eagle Sang Sanmeng, they stepped into the 50-meter-wide stone gate of the battleship.
Yang Bo's arrival was warmly received by the whole village. He also sang and danced hand-in-hand with the 100,000 Soulwing tribesmen on the square, roasting the fragrant soul beasts, and having enough soul wine tubes. People kept coming to toast him to show his friendship and gratitude. There was even the beautiful daughter of the patriarch’s family enthusiastically holding his hand, dancing and reveling.
The patriarch in the banquet accidentally mentioned the troubles of soul beasts and material storage and carrying. Because everyone is drinking and celebrating.
Yang Bo did not dare to continue to question.
Late at night, the faint bonfire went out, after a passionate carnival. With a little drunkenness, everyone came to Yang Bo and bowed their hands to say goodbye. He smiled and said goodbye to the enthusiastic and heroic Soulwing tribe for a short time.
Yang Bo followed him to the second floor of the Patriarch's Stone Building to sleep and enjoy the highest treatment.
Through the gaps of the fence wall, the undulating mountains in the distance can be seen through the Soul Wing Clan land within a hundred miles of the morning dew.
After washing, I used the breakfast delivered by the patriarch's daughter. Yang Bo and the patriarch sat comfortably in the courtyard, drinking soul tea. Let's chat. Recalling the old story: "Uncle Liehu, I heard you talk about the troubles of material storage last night, but the younger generation has some thoughts?"