The light and shadow twisted, and two figures walked out of the secret stitching realm.
The Black Feather King has been released.
But not all of it, only half of it.
Because they were both birdmen and had the blood of the Golden-Winged Roc, Lu Bei couldn't bear it and reduced the sentence for Black Feather King on the pretext that cultivation was not easy. He released his soul with a punch and left behind an empty bird body.
"I am too kindhearted. This is not good. Kind people are often taken advantage of, and kind birds are unlovable. I must not be soft-hearted anymore." Lu Bei sighed. He had been ill-intentioned since he was a child. He didn't know if it was too late to change it now.
Xin Lijun: “…”
You were clearly smiling the whole time.
The look was too disdainful, and had the flavor of wings, but she was not a wing after all. Lu Bei ignored it and raised his hand to tease the bird on his shoulder.
Black-winged golden eagle.
The soul of King Black Feather left in a hurry and disappeared in a flash. The house was empty, so Lu Bei injected a wisp of his soul into it and refined it into an incarnation like Zhiyuan.
At this moment, the black-winged golden eagle turned into a bird with a wingspan of half a meter, squatting on Lu Bei's shoulder. The two birds interacted back and forth and had a lot of fun.
Xin Lijun sorted out the plan and asked, "Master Lu, your demon body is very different from that of the Black Feather King. If you participate in the Demon Extermination Conference in three days, I am afraid you will be..."
"Don't call me Sect Master Lu, call me King."
"… "
“Scream!”
"… "
"Tsk, there's no tacit understanding at all."
Lu Bei curled his lips and said, "My identity will not be exposed. I have already made preparations. Unless it is related to the wine and food that Tongxin Island entertains guests with, otherwise I will not be exposed."
In front of Xin Lijun, he switched his demon body to a bird face, changing to the same height and body shape as Black Feather King, and then used his shape-shifting skill to transform into Black Feather King's bird face.
Finally, the black-patterned mask was attached, with three bird faces superimposed on top.
"One real, one fake, and one mask, to ensure safety."
Lu Bei laughed heartily, imitating the voice of Black Feather King, and glanced up and down at Xin Li Jun: "Even if Lord Creation sees the clues, I am still Black Feather's ancestor, a complete monster, and I am not in the same group as the foreign enemies who invaded the Dragon Palace."
Xinli Jun subconsciously took a step back. Although Lu Bei and Black Feather King had the same murderous look in their eyes, the meanings were completely different. They didn't imitate them at all.
Goodbye next time, unless you replace him with a pretty boy.
No, the acting is not good enough.
Lu Bei frowned upon seeing this. As a talented actor who started out as an idol, he was confident that he could portray the Black Feather King vividly. He collected his thoughts and looked intently at Xin Li Jun.
His sight slid to several dangerous places, his eyes were filled with golden light and arrogance, and the word "eating" was written all over them.
It still didn't work. He also coveted the other person's body, but he and the Black Feather King were not of the same kind. He couldn't learn it even if he wanted to.
This question is beyond the scope!
"There are still three days left, so let's practice first."
After several attempts all ended in failure, Lu Bei had no choice but to look away. He couldn't stare any longer. If he continued staring, he would probably want to cause a death.
The two left the island reef and used their spiritual sense to search and head straight for the bird's nest.
Like many monsters, King Black Feather is a poor guy. His daily routine is either refining his bloodline or going to the nearby chain islands to fight other monsters. As long as his spiritual pursuits are satisfied, he doesn't care much about material enjoyment.
The cave was carved out of the rock, and its structural design highlights a bold and unrestrained character. There are not many little monsters in the cave, only thirty at most.
Like master, like subordinates.
This group of little demons wore tattered helmets and armor, held tetanus-resistant swords, had mixed hair and weeds, and stank of blood, feces and urine. They frightened Lu Bei so much from a distance that he dared not move.
The leader of the Tianjian Sect, who had defeated Wu Zhou, was so frightened by a few little monsters that he hesitated to move forward.
"The King is back!"
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!!”
"The king has caught another sheep, so we can try something new."
"What a delicate little girl's skin. You can squeeze out water from it. It must taste delicious. The ones I had last time were too salty."
King Black Feather is a brutal monster with a fondness for blood. This is not only due to his own bloodline, but also to his cultivation.
In his opinion, the liquid spiritual energy in the bodies of human cultivators is a great tonic. Any cultivator who has lived for sixty years is equivalent to a walking panacea, which truly achieves both deliciousness and nutrition.
Eating and drinking enough and then refining your blood can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
This kind of monster usually has a bad end. Either someone uses its head to become famous, or it turns into ashes under a heavenly calamity.
King Black Feather knew this, but he still couldn't change his evil thoughts. The reason was simple. If you don't eat people in the world of immortal cultivation, people will eat you. There is no speed of cultivation that can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Before the heavenly tribulation came, his head was borrowed by a young hero of the human race to make a name for himself.
It's not like now, he has fists and power, and the righteous sect Yin Yang Dao turns a blind eye to his blood-raising food in order to win him over.
The birds are gone now, so there is no point in saying all this. Let’s get back to the topic.
The Black Feather King loves blood and especially prefers human cultivators. The little demons under his command are no exception. When they see Xinli Jun, their eyes light up and they drool all over the floor.
Xin Lijun looked at Lu Bei coldly, got a casual slap on the back of his head, and waved his hand to create a wave of fire.
Puffs of ashes were floating around.
The hot wind rushed down, sweeping away the stench of blood in the cave. Several fiery red gems were embedded in the wall, illuminating the cave with a bright red color.
"It's too red. Change it to a darker one. We should look more eerie as monsters." Lu Bei gave an order and turned to walk towards the basement.
Prison.
The smell was pungent and it was pitch black.
Dozens of rusty iron chains hung down, sucking blood like poisonous vines. Seven or eight human monks were pierced by bone-piercing nails and hung in the air as if dead.
There were men and women, all of them had their clothes stripped off, their hair was disheveled, their bodies were covered in blood, and because their magic powers were sealed, they became food for the demons to slaughter.
In this case, regenerating a severed limb is not a good thing.
Lu Bei frowned. It could be seen that the Black Feather King was a picky eater and would not accept anyone who was ugly. After washing the stains off the faces of these unlucky monks, they were found to be not ordinary looking, but at least those with delicate features were considered handsome.
"What a pity. After encountering such a disaster, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make any progress in my cultivation in the future."
Lu Bei waved his hand and released sword energy, cutting through the chains one by one. Under the gratified gazes of men and women, he pulled out the bone-piercing nails one by one.
These unlucky guys have been captured by Black Feather King for some time, some for two or three months, some for half a year, and they know the rules of the prison very well.
The bone-piercing nails were removed, which meant that Black Feather King was fed up and sent them off with one last meal.
As far as the torture in the cave was concerned, death was definitely a relief.
“Hehehe—”
Lu Bei laughed heartily, with one hand hidden behind his back, sweeping away the evil thoughts in the souls of several cultivators: "I caught some top-quality food today, but it is useless for you to keep it. I am merciful. Do you have any last words?"
Some were silent, some were crying.
Perhaps it was because his evil thoughts had been eradicated, his desire for a quick death had faded, and his fear of the Black Feather King had also weakened a lot.
One of them said viciously: "Devil, you will not die well!"
"Don't talk nonsense. I am a demon. I will take my share of responsibility. Don't wrongly accuse me of being a demon."
Lu Bei pointed out the mistake, walked up to the man, and said condescendingly: "Nice last words. I hope you can still be so stubborn after you get to the table?"
In the darkness, a pair of golden eyes flickered with rage.
There are two small balls squatting on the shoulders.
The man lowered his head and dared not look at him, trembling on the spot. Just when Lu Bei thought there was no hope, the man found the courage from somewhere and raised his head again and said, "If there is an afterlife, I will eat your flesh and drink your blood."
"Oh, you are very brave!"
Lu Bei squatted down and raised his hand to smooth down his bloodstained hair: "Stinky boy, I remember your smell. It's not that I look down on you. Even if there is an afterlife, you are only worthy of being my food."
After saying this, a hearty laugh echoed back into the prison.
Lu Bei listened to the curses and said with interest, "You guys are quite interesting. The blood food I just caught today is of high quality. I am in a good mood, so I will give you a chance to survive."
"Would you be so kind?"
"Whatever the demon is planning, just kill him if you want to. We don't care about your charity."
Lu Bei turned a deaf ear to him and said with his claws raised, "Next year... No, ten years from now, I will be waiting for you here. By then, you can take revenge on me with whatever means you choose. But let me be frank. If ten years from now, your means are still the same as today and I don't find pleasure in them, then I will have no choice but to eat you again."
"Demon, what do you mean?"
“It’s fun!”
Lu Bei waved his sleeves to stir up the wind and led a few people to the island reef. Looking at the embarrassed figure falling into the sea, he raised his hand to tease the golden-eyed eagle on his shoulder: "Go away now, and remember to come back to repay me in ten years. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't come. I don't need you as a few pieces of meat. Maybe I will forget about you completely next year."
Some are sad and angry, some are worried.
But they all tacitly accumulated their magic power, removed the bone-piercing nails, and after a while they would be able to fly away.
The timid ones were now hesitant and sweating profusely, fearing that the Black Feather King would change his mind.
The bold ones, like the boy who repeatedly contradicted him, stared at Lu Bei intently, wanting to engrave this face into their bones.
Lu Bei raised his hand and released the Black-Winged Golden-Eyed Eagle, which flapped its wings and stirred up a strong wind, causing waves to hit several monks, only to beat them back repeatedly. They staggered into the air and flew away like a stray dog.
"Just like this, live with your hatred towards me. Either become stronger and regain your dignity, or remain a coward for the rest of your life. Ten years later, I am looking forward to your choice."
"Demon, I will definitely come back!"
"Stop talking and go."
“Hehehehe—”
Lu Bei laughed loudly towards the sky until the figures disappeared completely, then he shrugged and stopped.
"How boring! I misjudged you. You ran away so fast. Not one of you stayed behind to serve me."
A few steps away, Xin Lijun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Master Lu likes to be a bad guy?"
"Call me King!"