"Golden Feather? It looks like the corpse of a powerful monster. I don't know why it was buried here?"
Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to stroke it, the feather was still soft and resilient.
"Blood slave, pull out the skeleton of this demon bird."
"Woo!"
The blood slave growled in response.
Grasping the protruding part of the ground with both hands, the muscles of both arms were knotted, and he pulled it out forcefully.
Rumble!
Amidst the dust, the surrounding sand quickly sank down.
Zhang Yang's face changed, and he greeted, the blood slave immediately let go, and the three zombies quickly ran back.
I saw that the raised dust was flying all over the sky, and it was only after a full cup of tea that it gradually settled down.
When I looked at it, I saw the first clues of a huge monster bird corpse, half of the wings and chest were exposed, and it had reached several feet long.
From this, it can be inferred how big the overall appearance of this monster bird should be.
Zhang Yang's eyes widened in shock.
"Quick! Blood Slave, keep pushing hard, and you must pull it out."
Roar!
The blood slave roared in a low voice, this time the monster bird was exposed more, grabbed the corner of the wing and pulled it back hard.
Quicksand sinks.
Roar!
The blood slave let out another roar, all the strength of the purple zombie erupted, and slowly pulled out the corpse of the monster bird.
Huge demon birds, tiny blood slaves.
But the latter can easily lift the former, and this scene looks like an ant lifting a large piece of bread crumbs.
boom!
It was the blood slave who waved his hand and left the corpse of the demon bird on the sand beside him.
Show your true face completely.
From start to finish... NO! This turned out to be a headless monster bird! Not only was it headless, but a big hole was cut open in its abdomen.
From where the neck was severed to the tail, it was more than ten feet long.
The wings are bent and folded, but it is also conceivable that once opened, its length will definitely be twice or even several times the length of the body...
The body is covered with white feathers, but a pair of wings are golden; although the legs have been air-dried, you can still vaguely see the strong and powerful demeanor of that year; Still sharp.
At the moment when the corpse was thrown out, the raging coercion overflowed, and it looked extremely tyrannical.
Fortunately, Zhang Yang's mind was suppressed by the "Taiyin Refining Shape" exercise, and the cool breath overflowed from time to time, which kept him from going crazy.
Walking forward, he stretched out his hand to pinch the demon bird's corpse.
Withered and without a trace of blood.
Can't help being a little disappointed.
"The stronger the monster, the less likely the corpse will be to dry and rot. Judging by the degree of drying of this monster, the time to fall will definitely not be too short."
"After falling for such a long time, there is still such a strong coercion. If it was alive, I don't know how powerful it is? And such a powerful monster bird was beheaded by someone... Hiss!"
Zhang Yang took a deep breath, and began to think about the events of the year. He wondered what kind of battle had been experienced here
It is probably not an exaggeration to describe a powerhouse of this level as "overturning mountains and seas" and "heaven and earth collapsed", right
But even such a strong man was beheaded and would not live forever. This made Zhang Yang clear his head again, and he had a deeper understanding of the cruelty of the cultivation world.
Looking at the wound where the head was cut off, there is a black and dry existence.
Zhang Yang stretched out his claws and swiped hard.
Zizi!
The sharp claws cut on the dry and hard existence, making an extremely cramped sound, leaving only a shallow trace.
"Huh?"
The strength of this monster bird, the body has been shriveled, but the defense is still so strong.
"Ghost servant!"
Zhang Yang signaled, and the ghost servant immediately stepped forward.
The claws, which were countless times sharper than wild beasts, shone with a gloomy light, cutting down heavily.
puff!
Finally, five fingers inserted into the dry old wound, but only a few inches into the flesh.
This time, Zhang Yang was completely shocked.
He is very clear about the blood slave's attack power, even if it is a piece of steel, it has to be cut by this blow.
"This is still the open wound of the mummy. If this monster is still alive, doesn't it mean that if we stand still here, we can't break the defense?"
Quickly recovered from the shock.
Looking at the incision, I was disappointed to find that it was all shriveled, not even a drop of blood.
However, Zhang Yang didn't give up just yet. Instead, he put his palm deep into the open wound. The "Taiyin Refining Shape" technique was running rapidly, and the skin cells opened their mouths, like small whirlpools, crazily devouring.
Perceive with your heart, try to devour...
A cup of tea time has passed...
A quarter of an hour has passed...
half an hour passed...
An hour has passed...
Zhang Yang kept this movement deadlocked, while the blood slave and ghost servant were guarding him loyally.
Two hours later, a smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face.
He could clearly sense that within the mummy of this demon bird, a trace of blood began to fluctuate, converging towards his palm.
This trace of blood is extremely weak, but it is very clear.
More importantly, when the first trace of blood enters the body through the palm of the hand, it instantly merges with the flesh.
right! This is fusion, the essence and blood are directly fused into Zhang Yang's body, instead of being transformed into air flow as before.
The body immediately became excited, wherever the blood energy went, the flesh and blood of the whole body seemed to be undergoing wonderful changes.
Zhang Yang didn't know what this change meant, but his intuition told him that this was definitely a good thing for him, and it could even be said that this was a rare opportunity.
Therefore, Zhang Yang didn't dare to let go, instead stepped up his mana and tried to absorb it.
Time is slowly passing by.
The fog in the Yixian Gorge is filled with mist, the sky is not visible, but there are also days and nights.
I only know that the sky is bright and then dark, and dark and bright again. I don't know how many days have passed.
Fortunately, as long as there is enough Yin Qi, it doesn't matter if the zombies don't need to eat blood for a certain period of time.
The blood slave and the ghost servant also remained motionless, guarding them with incomparable loyalty.
Of course, Zhang Yang didn't know all this.
Now he has entered the realm of forgetting things and himself, completely immersed in the absorption and fusion of the blood of monsters and birds.
The cells in his body are being changed and recombined by the breath of essence and blood, and this process brings him an incomparably comfortable feeling.
On the surface of the body, sticky things were constantly secreted, and now Zhang Yang looked like a clay sculpture from a distance.
Time passed day by day.
Zhang Yang's attempt this time actually directly entered the retreat state.
There was no longer blood gushing out from the mummy corpses, but the reorganization and transformation of Zhang Yang's body did not stop.
There is no time for cultivating immortals.
Fortunately, in the depths of this Luohe mansion, there is nothing but gray sand, and there are no living beings. Even Hua Yinhao is afraid and dare not approach, but she is not afraid of being disturbed.
…
Zhang Yang opened his eyes again, it was already a year later.
Absorbing the essence and blood breath remaining in the mummy of the monster directly caused Zhang Yang to retreat for a year to digest it, the horror of which can be imagined.
Of course, this is not a simple digestion, but a fusion process.
After an unknown number of years of air-drying, almost all the ordinary blood essence in the demon bird's body evaporated, and the rest was the essence-rich life essence blood.
Of course, the soul of the demon bird had been annihilated at the moment of death, and there was no soul power in this natal blood essence, which caused almost no obstacles in Zhang Yang's absorption process.
Crash!
Zhang Yang stood up, and the thick layer of dry mud on his body shattered and fell to the ground.
"Huh? This layer of dry mud, I don't know if it is the impurities refined from my body, or the dust in the surrounding air? Or, is it a combination of both?"
With a sigh, he looked down.
I saw the current me, the cuticles that were originally sallow, began to glow with a golden yellow color, which was originally a pleasing color, but combined with the overlapping and uneven shape of the upper cuticles, it looked ugly no matter how you looked.
There is no change in other aspects, the same ferocious face, the same knotted muscles, and the same sharp minions...
Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly. No matter how he evolves, the more he evolves, the uglier he becomes. It seems that his dream of becoming a handsome man is no longer possible.
With a wave of his arm, an explosive sense of power gushes out. This feeling is definitely not comparable to what he had before.
This time, by coincidence, he fused the blood of monsters and birds, and his physical strength was greatly improved, more than a few times.
It's right to think about it. This kind of monster bird is very likely to be an existence in some ancient legend. How can the benefits obtained by fusing its blood essence be described as infinite benefits