Zhang Yang looked at the slightly shrunken Bone Wing in front of him, and his heart was filled with joy.
It worked!
It finally worked!
The dead energy in the bone wing has been completely tempered.
The current bone wing, glowing with vitality in the flawless white jade, looks incomparably beautiful.
If you follow the ordinary refining method, it is extremely difficult to make a pair of flying instruments. Not only do you need a variety of complicated materials, but it will take years or even decades, which is normal.
However, in "Taiyin Refining Shape·Refining Objects Chapter", there is a method of refining objects that is closest to the origin. Its requirement is that the master and the object to be refined can be connected by blood and soul.
Zhang Yang guessed that the original intention of this refining method was to use it in conjunction with the "swallowing" and "fusion" exercises in the body refining chapter.
As for Zhang Yang himself, he had already cultivated the "Body Refining Chapter" to the point of minor success, and coincidentally devoured and fused the blood of the monster bird, so as long as the dead energy and impurities in the bone wings were removed, It can be integrated into one's own body.
Of course, after merging into the body, it needs to be further cultivated with painstaking efforts, so that it will be better fused with one's own body in the future.
Zhang Yang had nothing to hesitate, his sharp claws scratched his wrist, and a drop of natal essence and blood dripped out.
The moment the natal essence and blood dripped on the bone wings, the latter quickly absorbed it. Immediately there was a burst of dazzling light.
call out!
With a flash of light, the bone wing shot into Zhang Yang's body.
In an instant, Zhang Yang only felt an itch on his back, and his mind moved.
Boom!
A pair of huge Wupeng's golden wings burst out, with a wingspan of several feet long, extremely gorgeous.
Visible to the naked eye, the wingspan flaps slowly, and the surrounding wind attribute energy fluctuates accordingly.
The stone room is not wide enough, and part of the wings protrude into the stone wall, which looks like an illusory existence.
However, through the extremely active energy of the wind attribute, Zhang Yang has no doubt that as long as he waved lightly, he would definitely be able to fly instantly.
A smile hung on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth.
He had never sensed this kind of wind attribute energy fluctuation from the flying magic weapon of the White Witch Corpse King.
"Hey, now, it's time to go out!"
Zhang Yang's heart moved.
"puff!"
The wings retracted again, and even the clothes on the back were not torn, as if nothing had happened.
…
After the Corpse Refining Gate occupied the U-shaped valley, in order to make better use of this Yinquan, a large number of stone chambers were built next to the Yinquan cave.
The huge yin-gathering array drains the rich yin qi from the yin spring to ensure the concentration of yin qi in each stone room.
These stone chambers are distributed on both sides of each passage, and the dense passages spread out like spider webs with the hall as the center.
In the sky outside, the fighting among the strong men reached a fever pitch; but at the entrance of the hall, a figure flashed, and a monk at the foundation stage was walking in cautiously, with a claw-shaped magic weapon in his hand, and he was on guard.
Seeing the empty hall, the foundation-building cultivator heaved a sigh of relief, with an excited expression on his face.
I looked at all the passages, and was about to choose a direction to go in, when suddenly, there was a flash of light.
The foundation-building stage cultivator reacted quickly enough. When he was attacked suddenly, his sharp claws snapped in panic and made a "ding".
A flying sword was bounced off.
However, before he could shout angrily, another light from behind had already arrived in front of him.
puff!
Gululu!
In the splash of blood, a large head was chopped off.
Two monks, one fat and one thin, came out.
Judging by their strength, they are all in the foundation building period, but the cooperation just now was really tacit, and they made a sneak attack again, and they succeeded in one blow.
Without further ado, one picked up the close-fitting magic weapon of the deceased, while the other directly took off the storage bag he was carrying, and kicked the corpse in dissatisfaction.
"What a poor ghost! A dignified foundation-building monk doesn't even have a Nawu ring, and he still has to carry a Nawu bag like a junior in the Qi refining period to show his face. Bah!"
While talking, he spat hard.
The other fat monk looked very happy.
"Brother, his magic weapon is not bad! It looks sharp. Although we don't use claws, we can get a lot of good things in the market. Brother, your method is really good, here Ambush, in a short period of time, we have killed five casual cultivators, this trip is really worthwhile!"
The skinny monk nodded and said:
"It's almost time! When the fight above is over, we may not be able to leave smoothly."
The two were discussing about leaving when suddenly they heard a "rumbling" sound in a stone passage. The two of them winked, hid in another passage again, and set up an ambush.
…
Zhang Yang stepped out of the stone gate, and immediately frowned.
"There is no one left! It seems that something has changed in this U-shaped valley."
Looking at the cracked stone passages and collapsed stone gates around him, Zhang Yang secretly speculated.
The wild beast-like roars that came from outside from time to time dissuaded him from his intention to detect a large area with his spiritual sense.
Before the promotion, the detection range of his spiritual sense could reach more than 600 meters; after the promotion, this range will definitely be greatly improved, but there is no chance to experiment.
If you accidentally angered the existence above, it would not be fun.
Just hearing the roar could make Zhang Yang's heart palpitate, and he knew how terrifying it was after thinking about it.
Controlling his spiritual sense, he detected a small circle around him, and found that the countless stone chambers in the entire hall were empty, and there was no sign of anyone.
No more hesitation at the moment, and walked out.
It is not difficult to advance to Zizhu, and it is not difficult to walk. Although the jumping speed is fast, Zhang Yang prefers the experience of walking with both legs.
Just walking into the hall, suddenly the alarm sounded in my heart.
Without hesitation, Zhang Yang's muscles burst out, and his body immediately tilted to the side.
call out-
A bright light flashed across his chest.
boom!
Blast a big hole directly on the nearby stone wall.
Before Zhang Yang had time to marvel, another bright light came behind him.
Roar!
Zhang Yang roared, it was too late to dodge.
With a twist of his waist, his body spun, and his sharp claws slapped out.
"Ding!" With a sound, a bright light was shot off, but it was a flying sword.
He was ambushed right after he came out, and Zhang Yang's anger can be imagined.
"Huh?"
The two people in the ambush obviously didn't expect the target to be so difficult to deal with. They recognized their strength after a single hit, and they didn't fight. Just fight, if you can't fight, run away.
How could Zhang Yang let them go.
He reached out and patted the blood coffin behind him.
call out!
A black light flashed.
Boom!
Amidst the heavy landing, a purple stiff face with a ferocious face, and a burly body firmly blocked the entrance of the stone cave.
Zhang Yang himself rushed towards the nearest monk without hesitation.
At such a close distance, the cultivator had just made a spell, and before the Yushi Feijian had time, Zhang Yang had already leaned in front of him, stretched out his sharp claws, clasped his neck firmly, and lifted it up.
Another fat cultivator gritted his teeth, and stabbed the blood slave with a flying sword. At the same time, he followed the shadow of the sword closely, intending to rush out in one fell swoop.
Roar!
The Blood Slave was at the peak of Zi Zang, and in terms of strength in frontal battles, he was still above Zhang Yang, and his paws slapped directly at Feijian.
Ding!
With a crisp sound, the flying sword was directly knocked down, and was about to jump up with a flick, when the blood slave had already stepped on it.
At the same time, the other paw grabbed the slightly fatter monk and lifted it up like a chicken.
In the blink of an eye, the battle ended, and the two monks failed to ambush and were instead captured alive.
"I only give you one chance, what do I ask, what do you answer, if you dare to hesitate a little, I will kill you immediately!"
Zhang Yang growled in a hoarse voice, his eyes were cold and murderous.
"Yes! Fellow Daoist, just ask, as long as we know, we will tell you everything!" The two monks had beads of sweat on their faces.
"Where were you hiding just now? It seems that you are also in the foundation building stage. I just scanned with my spiritual consciousness, why didn't I find you?"
The fat monk turned his head and glanced at the thin monk, obviously following the latter.
The skinny monk rolled his eyes, and was about to speak when Zhang Yang had already made a move, stabbing out his sharp claws like knives.
puff!
directly through the chest.
"ah-"
There was a terrible scream.
Zhang Yang retracted his arm, and there was already a beating heart in his hand.
Zhang Yang's blood-red eyes stared straight at the fat monk, slowly put the heart in his hand into his mouth, and chewed slowly, the blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, making his hideous face even more terrifying.
"I don't like smart people! As I said, I will only give you one chance. Don't try to play tricks and make me lose patience. It's not a fun thing." Zhang Yang said fiercely.
"ah-"
That fat monk also killed countless people, but seeing his companion die so miserably, and thinking about the possibility that he would end up like this, he screamed and almost collapsed.
"I said, I said! We hid in the tunnel just now because of this, this can cover the consciousness, we have tested it, and even the consciousness of the Nascent Soul stage monk can't see through the cover of this thing."
While talking, the fat man tremblingly took off a hexagram pendant from his neck.
Zhang Yang took it and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't see why.
Handing the six-pointed star pendant to the blood slave, the latter immediately fled behind the passage with a flick of his consciousness.
Zhang Yang scanned it with his spiritual sense, and sure enough, he found nothing.
If he hadn't seen the blood slave walk to the back with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there was a zombie there.
Recall the Blood Slave, and take off another six-pointed star pendant from the skinny monk's body.
After a large amount, the discoverer found that it was one piece, but it was just separated.
"Kaden!"
With a sound, Zhang Yang buckled it together again and hung it around his neck.
This thing does a lot for him.
"Aren't you from the Corpse Refining Sect?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.
"No... not!"
The fat monk usually followed the advice of the thin monk, but now he had no idea, and wanted to answer everything he didn't know.