Lord of Pets

After breaking her wings, Xing understood that formalism was false and could not bring real help.

The bloodline of the six-winged zombie holy angel, no matter how weird, bizarre, or disgusting it is to ordinary angels.

That's not even close to the level of "Evil Angel". There's a huge difference between the mountains and the sea.

"Pa!" She grasped the zombie blood, closed her eyes, and absorbed it carefully.

It took a full sixteen hours, and Da Chongchong had eaten two meals before she opened her eyes and calmed down the glare in her eyes.

"No problem, this inheritance has its own special value."

Xing pulled out the purple dagger on her left arm, turned her wrist, and threw it thousands of meters away like a unique dart.

"This sword is magical and has two effects."

"One is to give corpse poison to the prey. The victim will not die, but the body will stiffen little by little and become as hard as an iron plate until it loses all mobility."

"The other one, this sword is immersed in the corpse of the deceased and can be controlled for a short time, acting as a "self-destructing puppet." "

"This is a bit like Duo'er's "Soul Slavery", but I only have the option of self-destruction. When the levels are close, the more life energy remaining in the corpse, the more lethal the explosion will be..."

"So, this sword is very practical?" Bai Wushang was quite surprised.

The bloodline of this zombie angel may be unique to this family. It is unprecedented and unprecedented. It belongs to Xing's exclusive divine sword.

The effect is so powerful, adding two combat methods out of thin air, wouldn't it be a big bargain?

Bai Wushang thought to himself, looking forward to the next opening of the coffin.

There are now 28 swords, 4 more swords than in the early stage of the King Body.

Behind every sword is the bloodline inheritance of the Supreme and above, which can be given to those archangels to cultivate a group of six-winged holy angels.

All concentrated on Xing's body, the changes were inconspicuous. At most, the divine power was condensed, and she was closer to a young pure-blood god.

"Looking, looking, looking, where are the eight wings?"

The little rabbit lay in Sister Angel's arms, sniffing, shaking his head and singing.

It is the only one that can have close contact with Xing.

A little guy who is happy and at the same time not afraid of the oppressive power of God’s angels.

Xiao Ci, A Zhou, Sen Po... no beast can imitate it, so do whatever you want.

"Ah! There's fragrance wafting over again!"

The little rabbit puffed up his belly, and the carp puffed up, with an intoxicated expression on his little face: "In this direction! Follow me!"

…

After a while, the little rabbit turned into the big brother.

It stepped on a coffin board and vowed:

"I smell it! It smells like feathers in here!"

"Sister Xing, open it quickly and take a look. The little rabbit may be able to make great achievements again!"

"Angel of God?" Bai Wushang pinched his chin, his eyes heavy.

The great achievement that the little guy was referring to was the dark blue fire-patterned angel feathers that were first excavated.

——In this coffin, there may be his true self!

But having said that, along the way here, I have seen ghosts, mummies, zombies...

All kinds of pollution variations are enough dangers and troubles.

If the coffin is opened and a corpse-turned-god-angel jumps out, aren't they just lambs to be slaughtered, left to their own devices?

Bai Wushang's worries could not be swept away.

This is the disadvantage of insufficient strength. He is confident that he can escape from the Holy Angel, but when it comes to the Divine Angel, his confidence drops to the freezing point, full of anxiety and fear.

"Big lion, come!"

After discussing for a long time, Bai Wushang gritted his teeth and decided to take the risk.

He was betting that God's Angel wouldn't transform into a corpse so easily.

Otherwise, the sky tomb would have been torn into pieces and become the wasteland of the dark world. There would be no chance to float in the sky and continue to shine.

Of course, since it is a bet, there is inevitably a risk of failure.

Bai Wushang was fully prepared, and if something went wrong with his plan, he fled immediately.

At the same time, he summoned the big lion and repeatedly pulled out the hair on its head, hoping to sacrifice its hair and bring himself "luck".

"Roar..." For half an hour, the big lion with a large piece of bald head returned to the pet space with no regrets, and fell asleep with his head covered.

Is it its fault for being lucky? No! no!

The main problem is that Wang has developed a superstitious habit. He always washes his hands with his hair before drawing lotteries or drawing treasures, saying that it is to get rid of bad luck.

In this regard, the big lion has only one idea:

Destroy it, I'm tired!

In the future, if your hair is uneven or thin, you will not be able to find Qilin as your wife.

The king must take responsibility and arrange a new marriage for it...

"Okay, okay, don't panic, it will grow back soon."

Bai Wushang rubbed his hands, trying to comfort the big lion in the contract, but in reality he was still waiting for the attack, staring closely at the coffin board cut by the divine sword.

"Click - click -"

It was like the sound of sawing wood, but it was particularly harsh.

Bai Wushang held his breath, and when he saw clearly what was in the coffin, his heart skipped a beat.

No... not an angel of God? !

In this majestic and golden coffin, there are only a few sparse remnants of feathers, and not the true body of the angel of God?

So what is this egg? Why was it sealed by the angel of God and hidden in the tomb?

Bai Wushang's thoughts were racing and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

There were no eight wings in the coffin, and there were no signs of any bones.

There were only seven blood-stained green feathers covering a fetal egg with a big hole in it, which was shocking.

The little rabbit was stunned. He actually made a mistake and made a serious mistake in judgment.

Dan Xing picked up a piece of pumice stone the size of a fist, and after reading the words recorded on it, her heart skipped a beat, and she was shocked and said:

"This...is actually the son of Gu Diao?"

"Gu eagle?" The little rabbit blinked, cute and adorable.

Now that it has read poetry and books, it naturally knows that it is a ferocious beast that looks like a bird but not a bird. It has horns on its head and its cry is like the cry of a baby.

And its level is ranked at 4 stars in mythology, and it is the true ancestral beast!

"It is recorded here that this is the divine beast captured by the divine angel Ye Feng. Its mother has been annihilated because of too many crimes and has become a statue in the temple."

"But she still has blood left, not a thin and incomplete one, but a complete and pure descendant of myth."

Xing's tone was urgent, concise and powerful, and continued:

"Ye Feng originally planned to cultivate it to see if it could serve as a gatekeeper for the Ancient Heaven Realm and serve as a basic facade."

"But the accident happened too quickly, evil spirits invaded, and chaos ensued."

"During the chaotic battle, the fetal egg that was about to hatch was accidentally destroyed, and the innate essence was flowing away crazily."

"Ye Feng is dedicated to good and does not want the Gu Diao lineage to be cut off because of him, so in the midst of the crisis, he still devotes a certain amount of his life to Tian Yu, trying to seal Gu Diao's son so that it can have the opportunity to repair itself and make up for its missing vitality... …”

Xing paused for a moment, staring at the tattered egg body in a daze.

The sealing ceremony obviously failed.

The son of the Gu Diao, let alone the prototype, was stillborn and lost all vitality.

This is a...

...The mythical beast is stillborn!

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