In front of the pool of dry blood, Qianyu's face suddenly darkened,

I really can't imagine how there can be such a horrific scene in this world. A hill made entirely of dry bones towered in front of him, and the mountain of bones needed at least 10,000 bones to push it up. The mourning spirit surrounds it for a long time. The wail that seemed to be a baby's cry pierced directly into Qianyu's ears, and Qianyu was in a trance for a long time before he was able to slowly get better.

On the top of the bone mountain, three or two silver-white bone claws stood brightly on the top of the mountain, and in the center of the bone claws, a pool of blood water flowed out, and the bright red came out for a while before it became a blood mist and dispersed. At the foot of Bone Mountain, a pool of dark red blood bubbles bubbles, and the bloody atmosphere is extremely strong.

"I ...... Am I going to soak in this pool of blood and spread my wings?" Qianyu was so shocked that his voice trembled a little, and he cautiously asked the caracal beside him who was looking at him calmly. I'm afraid that the answer he gets is what he guessed in his heart.

"This pool of blood was formed thousands of years ago, and almost all the corpses of our army were piled up here to decompose, and this was originally a cliff spring, because the flesh and blood of the soldiers have not disappeared until now. There is also the special heaven and earth energy nourishment at the bottom of the cliff, so there is the strange place of the dry blood pool. If you jump down and soak it, I'm afraid there won't be even a bit of scum left. The caracal looked coldly at Qian Yu's bloodless, timid appearance.

"So what the hell should I do?"

"I'm not very bold, but I'm very anxious.

This blood pool has the miraculous effect of nourishing bones and flesh, but the mourning soul and blood power inside are too rich, once the mourning soul erodes the spiritual sense, the blood power is too violent and you can't keep your mind, you will become one of the trillion wandering souls at the bottom of this cliff, I can only help you resist the impact of the mourning soul, what you have to do is to use the feather power to draw out a blood and qi negative and behind; Then divide a piece of feather power and inject it into the circle that the general has outlined for you, and make it work. Whether the wings on display are phantom feathers or waste feathers or remnant feathers depends on your own creation. ”

He explained slowly, and before he could finish his words, he stood in front of Qian Yu, and raised his hand to shoot out a purple horse, steadily hitting the blood spring on the top of the mountain. The spring trembled for a while, and then two paths, one gray and one red, were extremely quickly reflected towards the caracal. When the gray and red horses were about to get in front of him, I saw the caracal feet apart and the horse strides up, and the hands were quickly blended together, and the gray and red horses began to rotate at high speed along the caracal's hands, and then the caracal saw the opportunity and the two palms suddenly flicked their strength, and the two horses were separated. The gray Pilian exuded the aura of death and kept resisting, faintly as if he could hear the constant wailing of ghosts from inside, like a March baby crying constantly, mourning for a long time, scattering and rushing to break free from the shackles of the caracal. The red pi practice quietly turned into a ball of light, beating slowly up and down, like a new heart, and new life was ready to take off in it.

"Boy, what are you still doing in a daze, releasing feather power and pulling the red light cluster. Remember, don't touch the gray mass, otherwise the mourning will enter the body, and it will not be a joke. At the least, the mourning soul will take possession of your body, or the worst will be a violent death on the spot, and there will be no place to bury you. ”

The stern words warned Qian Yu, who was still stunned by the scene in front of him, and his majestic face was lightly dyed with a layer of solemnity. After all, although Qian Yu was born with abundant feathers, his physical fitness was really weak, and his relative spiritual sense and spirit were a little inferior to ordinary feathers. He was really afraid that he would not be able to persevere and cause some irreparable consequences. When the time comes, he will not be able to bear the wrath of the owner of this tomb.

Qian Yu suddenly woke up after being drunk by the caracal, and immediately got serious, concentrated his attention for twelve points, released all his feather power, hung it in front of him, and divided it into three. One is divided into silk threads and slowly pulls towards the red light cluster; Divide into a light curtain in front of you to prevent your blood from aggressively hurting yourself; Another side blocked the side to prevent the gray mass from attacking.

'Hmm, at such a young age, he can release and control his feather power to such an exquisite extent, which is also remarkable. But the road to feathering is extremely difficult, even if he has the formation outlined by the general himself instead of the wing pattern, he must not have the natural wing pattern to fit highly, I am still always on guard, I really can't do it and can only risk interrupting him to spread his wings. Although you may suffer unexpected damage, it is better than a violent death. The caracal carefully observed Qianyu's every move at this time, just in case.

Qian Yu closed his eyes tightly, carefully feeling the message coming from the feather power silk thread, for him, it was a bit reluctant for the feather power to be divided into three, but he had to do this, if there was an accident, I am afraid that there would be no return.

The feather silk thread slowly pulled towards the blood-red light cluster,

"Poof!"

The silk thread caught up with the light cluster, and the red light flowed towards the thousand plumes at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon he arrived in front of Qian Yu, only to see the latter wave his right hand, and the red mang was accurately thrown onto the black spot in the middle of the formation on his back.

"Snort...... Sneer......"

The blood energy is extremely domineering, as soon as it touches Qianyu's back, it begins to rage, flesh and blood fly, Qianyu gritted his teeth and endured everything silently.

'This pain is nothing compared to the pain of being laughed at for without wings and immortality?!I'm sure I'll be able to shut up those old fellows by my own strength!!'

Then the magic circle slowly opened, and the light blue light became stronger and stronger, gradually suppressing the blood power that was raging wildly. When the originally violent blood power calmed down, the pain that Qian Yu felt was also reduced a little, and he was able to rest for a while, gasping for breath. The back has long been lifted by the blood force, revealing the white pipa bones and criss-crossing tendons. Blood power is constantly infused into Qianyu's veins.

"Well, it's not bad, it's a bit of a man's blood, the first stage is completed, stretch out the skin and flesh to infuse blood. The next step is to shape the wing bones and wing meat. Can you still hold on? boy. The caracal kept watching Qianyu receive the baptism of blood power, and the latter's current appearance was unbearable, but he didn't say a word, shouting a word of pain.

"Yes, come on, never die, never win!"

"Okay! Next, the wing bones will be born!" As soon as the caracal drank it, Qian Yu continued to exercise, and took the initiative to increase the speed of blood infusion. The furious blood power continued to impact Qianyu's back, and the pain increased instead of decreasing.

"Ahem......" Qian Yu couldn't bear to scream. Cutting flesh and bones is still frightening for those who have some abilities. But the former was just a ten-year-old child, and he gritted his teeth and persevered. I have to say that his perseverance has defeated many feathers who claim to be strong.

With the passage of time, the blood power has been instilled to a fairly saturated point, and it can be vaguely seen that there are two bones growing out of the pipa bone behind Qianyu, one on the left and one on the right. It's like a picture of mushrooms piercing through the dirt after a rain, but this bamboo shoot is a white bone with a bright blood red.

"Ahh Trying to alleviate the pain of raw bones.

"Come on, hold on, boy, it's almost fine, don't give up halfway!"

Crackling, crackling, the sound of raw bones getting louder and louder, but the speed at which bones grow is getting slower and slower.

With a pop, the light curtain of Qianyu's predecessor feather power shattered, and he also knelt on the ground with his hands, his hands supporting the ground, the blood power behind him was still instilled, and the wing bones were still growing slowly. Qianyu threw all his fingers into the soil, and seven or eight of his ten fingers were broken. The broken feather power made up for Qianyu itself, which gave the latter a trace of strength. At this point, we have reached the final stage......

"Alright, alright, the wingbones are done. Come on, the last step. Hold on, boy!" was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, Qianyu would fall to the ground.

After the wingbones grow, they tremble from side to side, and they spread out more than one foot and five feet.

Eventually, the veins behind the thousand feathers began to climb up the wing bones, and the flesh began to grow slowly. The pain finally subsided a little, and only a slight tingling sensation spread all over Qian Yu's body. His back, which was originally bloody and blurred from the birth of wing bones, also grew at a speed visible to the naked eye under the slow injection of blood power. Flesh and blood wrap around the bones, one layer, two layers, three layers......

Finally, a pair of featherless wings slowly fluttered on the back of the thousand feathers.

Finally! It grows out! These inhuman pains are not in vain! Cramps and broken bones do not break, they do not stand up, and they stand after they are broken!

Qian Yu relieved himself, struggling to mobilize the last trace of feather strength in his body to stand up, at this time, he knew that he could finally bid farewell to many years of inferiority and self-isolation and usher in a brand-new, proud life of spreading his wings and soaring in the blue sky! At last, he can boast of his majestic wings in front of his brother; Finally, he can no longer be depressed, and under the protection of his father and grandfather, he can conquer this continent alone that he has long wanted to fight hard! The relief at this moment can only be expressed by tears on a child's face.

Now, the last step is missing - feathering!

Qian Yu wiped away the sobriety on his face, and reactivated the blood power silk thread, and began the final outline of his wings. The blood power began to slowly instill into Qian Yu's body again, and small feathers began to grow on the bare wings behind him. At first, it is a faint red, as fine as silk threads; Growing further into the wings, the feathers gradually became slender and hard, and slowly, a pair of blood-red wings took shape. Qian Yu breathed a sigh of relief, the previous efforts were not in vain, and he was even a little relieved to look at the pair of wings.

"Ding!"

Accidentally, the feather silk thread suddenly shook violently and waved around.

"Not good!" Chiba and Caracal were startled at the same time.

The feather silk thread that was originally connected to the blood power red group encountered the gray light cluster when it waved. Suddenly, a wailing and mournful sound exploded. The ghosts and ghosts rushed towards the thousand feathers on the other side of the silk thread. Seeing this, the caracal suddenly increased the strength and range of the mixture, but the speed of the mourning soul was extremely fast, no matter how hard the caracal tried to intercept it, it was useless, and he could only watch in an instant as the gray horse practiced towards the wings behind the thousand feathers. The originally blood-red wings suddenly grew black feathers, intersecting and distributing among the red feathers, exuding an aura of pure evil and dirt.

Qianyu, who was originally exhausted by broken flesh and bones, was attacked by the gray mang at this moment, and suddenly fell to the ground, no matter how the caracal shouted, the former seemed to be dead...... Vitality passes quietly......