Chapter 65: Method of Offering Sacrifice to the Spirit

On the eve of the rest day.

The moon was bright in the sky and the stars were shining.

The quiet White Feather Eagle tribe station was noisy again and extremely lively.

It turned out that Lu Yao, White Feather Eagle and Uncle Fang Qi had returned.

Although they had the secret help of Fang Yang, they still experienced a lot of fighting and bathed in blood and fire.

At this moment, they still had a solemn and murderous aura on their bodies, enough to stop a child from crying.

Now, not to mention that White Feather Eagle had changed a lot, even Fang Xuan had lost his immaturity and became more stable.

It was only a month of separation, and such a big change had occurred.

Sure enough, as long as you don't die, war can still hone people and transform quickly.

"Your Majesty, I want to form a group of eagles, at least a hundred. I want to make White Feather Eagle the Eagle King, maybe I can give White Feather Eagle a hint of the king's spirit!"

Lu Yao's eyes flickered, ambitious.

She was tall and her skin became much darker, but more full of vitality.

Although she still has a special charm, now she is more like a deadly charming rose with thorns, extremely dangerous.

"Brother, can you fight me? I am now at the advanced level of the first order. I want to see how far I am from Zhang Ye now."

Fang Xuan's eyes were firm, and his exposed arms were covered with several scars.

It can be imagined that in these days, under the pressure of Uncle Fang Qi, Fang Xuan has also been fully tempered.

And Fang Xuan himself has not forgotten that he was suppressed by Zhang Ye with one hand that day.

Whenever he thinks of it, Fang Xuan will be so depressed that he can't sleep all night.

He must get this place back!

"Okay, everything is fine." Fang Yang thought about it and agreed to their request casually.

Especially Lu Yao's proposal to form an eagle group to see if the white-feathered eagle can cultivate a bit of the king's spirit, Fang Yang is very interested.

If possible, maybe the White-Feathered Eagle can cleverly break through the bloodline restrictions and cross the realm by becoming the King of Hundred Beasts, the King of Thousand Beasts, and the King of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Although this is a bit unrealistic, it is still a way after all.

"White-Feathered Eagle, come here."

"Cry."

Facing Fang Yang's call, the White-Feathered Eagle, who has always been calm, actually had a hint of nervousness on its face.

In fact, the White-Feathered Eagle does not need to be nervous, because now it looks extremely extraordinary just by appearance.

The whole body of the White-Feathered Eagle is snow-white, and its wings are burning with orange-yellow flames from time to time.

Its divine feathers are bright and blooming with flames. Just by looking at it, you can feel how majestic and handsome it is.

At this moment, Fang Yang grabbed the White-Feathered Eagle with one hand and groped up and down with the other hand, giving the White-Feathered Eagle a detailed inspection, especially the wings.

When he touched the feathers that were like gold and iron, Fang Yang's eyes lit up.

When he found that even the eagle's claws were as sharp as those that could cut gold and stone, the light in his eyes became even more obvious.

"Not bad, very good, keep it up." Fang Yang stroked the head of the white-feathered eagle with satisfaction, and then let it go.

"Cri, ri, ri!" The white-feathered eagle vibrated its wings and circled in the air for several circles, causing the little frost horse to jump up.

Feeling the joy of the white-feathered eagle, Fang Yang's mouth corners slightly raised.

He stood alone, watching the white-feathered eagle and the little frost horse playing and playing, flying and running in the bluestone square.

The moonlight poured down like a stream of water, covering the bluestone square with a layer of slowly flowing light gauze, like a dream or a painting.

Suddenly, a ray of orange-yellow fire broke in.

Not long after, a ray of frost-white fire also joined in.

On the bluestone square, three more light mists suddenly appeared.

These three light mists chased and entangled each other, as gorgeous as fireworks.

"The little frost horse absorbed the vital energy into its body, and just stepped into the realm of cultivation?" Lu Yao's eyes were dull, and she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her.

She still remembered that in order to absorb the vital energy into its body, the white-feathered eagle had to eat many tonic meals and was even forced to sleep and recuperate before it succeeded.

What happened now was that the little frost horse took the initiative to stick to the white-feathered eagle and asked the white-feathered eagle to play with it.

During the play, the little frost horse's speed became faster and faster, and a burst of white flames was born under its hooves and spread rapidly.

In other words, the little frost horse did nothing, and it naturally became a first-level beast.

"This is the power of blood." Uncle Fang sighed.

Ferocious beasts and fierce beasts will be divided into high and low according to the inherited power in their blood.

And people will also be divided into different levels according to the power of spiritual body, holy body, immortal body and Taoist inheritance.

In such a world, as long as the dream path does not flourish... that is, as long as the dream world does not manifest the real world, it will last for a long time!

"Bloodline, physique, dream, inheritance, resources..." Fang Yang's eyes were deep.

He put one hand behind his back and looked at the little frost horse and the white-feathered eagle from afar.

Fang Yang was not worried about the future achievements of the little frost horse.

As for the realm breakthrough of the white-feathered eagle, Fang Yang knew very well that it would be very difficult for the white-feathered eagle to break through the realm by its own efforts.

Even if the white-feathered eagle barely broke through the limit of the race, it would only become a third-level beast.

What about the fourth and fifth levels in the future?

You can't rely on hard work every time, that would be a bit unrealistic. After all, this is an extraordinary world!

So Fang Yang thought about it and felt that the growth path of the White Feather Eagle still had to fall on [Qiyun Huawu], that is, the White Feather Eagle tribe.

To a certain extent, the White Feather Eagle is bound to the White Feather Eagle tribe. It is like the ancestral sacrificial spirits of the Red Flame Demon Country. The stronger the tribe is, the stronger it is!

The Red Flame Demon Country was founded by the legendary Xiyue Demon Emperor.

And the Xiyue Demon Emperor is the second ninth-level venerable after the Haori Saint Emperor. His stunning beauty is the supreme existence that suppressed an era!

The method of sacrificing spirits is the real supreme way.

Although the White Feather Eagle has only obtained the fur and has only some similarities, it is also amazing.

Ahead.

The White Feather Eagle was also surprised by the transformation of the Little Frost Horse. Just as it hesitated, the Little Frost Horse was like a gust of snow wind, and suddenly surpassed the White Feather Eagle.

Such a situation is too amazing.

Although the White Feather Eagle consciously controlled its flying speed, it was not possible for any fierce beast that had just absorbed vitality to surpass it.

"Cry?" A feeling of annoyance suddenly arose in the White Feather Eagle's heart.

At this moment, the White Feather Eagle recalled the Snow Bird and the Electric Python.

The White Feather Eagle knew very clearly that the Snow Bird and the Electric Python were obviously not as good at fighting as it was, their bodies were not as well tempered as it was, and even their ability to endure pain was not as good as it was.

But somehow, the Snow Bird and the Electric Python were able to suppress it steadily!

And now, the aura exuded from the Little Frost Horse was the same as that of the Snow Bird and the Electric Python.

With a click, the White Feather Eagle no longer held back and frantically vibrated its wings.

In just a moment, the White Feather Eagle surpassed the Little Frost Horse, leaving only a back view to the Little Frost Horse.

And the Little Frost Horse felt that the White Feather Eagle was in a wrong mood, and was actually frightened and cried all of a sudden.

It burst into even faster speed, crying and running towards Fang Yang, and ran straight into Fang Yang's arms.

Its shocking change made everyone at a loss of what to do, especially the white-feathered eagle, who felt that a disaster was coming, and had to return to Fang Yang obediently.

"One is honest but stupid, and the other is extremely capable but timid and crybaby..." Fang Yang was silent, just gently stroking the little frost horse to comfort it.

Inexplicably, Fang Yang felt that his future life would not be so peaceful.