Be your swordsmith well, why do you know so much?

The gaffe magic bell didn't know who was angry, threw down a sentence, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Ye Changsheng came back to his senses, and the magic bell had already gone away.

Originally, he also wanted to inquire about some things about the Infinite Demon Venerable.

But yes, as a swordsmith, he really didn't need to know that much.

The events of thousands of years ago were already confusing, and they have become unrecognizable even now.

Who is right and who is wrong?

Who is real and who is fake?

For a swordsmith, none of this really matters, and it doesn't matter.

Laughing at himself, Changsheng took out the carving knife, and wanted to continue carving the unfinished three-story tower, but found that the jade carving was missing.

The magic bell really had to leave, otherwise he wouldn't have taken his jade carving.

Chirp, chirp!

Behind Changsheng, there was a deep cry from Long Ying.

He removed the back chair, walked over to the large iron cage, and gently lifted the black cloth.

The dragon eagle regained some of his spirit, and in the darkness, the feathers on his body glowed with a faint brilliance.

Unlike the dragon eagle that died in Taoyuan Village, the Hell Dragon Eagle was slender and handsome.

Its wings are wider, its lines have a smooth beauty, and the end of the dragon's tail has a distinct fork, like a swallow's tail.

Perhaps because of the dark attributes, the feathers on the dragon eagle's body have a metallic texture, and the cuticles of the neck and claws are like fired ceramics, with a delicate luster.

It is still very young, and it will probably be a few years before its feathers evolve into scales.

Changsheng can even imagine the fierce and deep appearance and temperament of the Hell Dragon Eagle when he became an adult.

He took out a bottle of Qi and Blood Pill, poured out one and put it in the palm of his hand, and stretched it into the cage.

After they left the Refiner's Guild, they changed carriages and went straight out of the city, not having time to prepare food on the road.

Xiaolongying must be hungry, so he will use the Qi and Blood Pill first.

The little dragon eagle looked at Changsheng, and then at the red fluttering pill, cautiously poked his head, and the crooked eagle's beak went towards the pill.

Burst!

A blood flower flew out from Ye Changsheng's torn palm.

The flow of time seemed to slow down, and the crystal clear blood beads slowly flew away in the air.

The Hell Dragon Eagle tilted its head, and slowly spit out a dark red ball from its open beak.

A round ball the size of a baby's fist, flashing red, covered with black stripes.

It looked soft, like a freshly formed egg, with a faint heat and a pure dragon's breath.

Ye Changsheng looked shocked, this is ...... Hell Dragon Eagle's Dragon Crystal?!

To be precise, this is an egg crystal, and only an adult dragon beast can condense the egg crystal into a solid dragon crystal.

"Buzz!"

The scattered blood beads quickly closed and twisted into a strange blood-colored rune, suspended above the Dragon Eagle Egg Crystal.

In the eyes of the Hell Dragon Eagle, the deep whirlpool swirled again, like two black holes, pulling Ye Changsheng's gaze.

In Ye Changsheng's mind, a thought suddenly flashed.

His heart shook again: "You want to sign a master-servant contract with me?!"

Chirp, chirp!

The Hell Dragon Eagle nodded, and there was a hint of anticipation in his sharp eyes.

Ye Changsheng understood that the egg crystal and even the dragon crystal were the energy center of the dragon beast, the source of life, and the most precious thing in the dragon body.

And that blood-colored rune was coagulated by Ye Changsheng's blood.

This ancient contract can only be concluded if the blood-colored runes are imprinted on the Infernal Dragon Eagle's egg crystals if both parties are willing.

And once the contract is made, the Hell Dragon Eagle will recognize him as the master.

The contract signed with the dragon crystal is the highest master-servant contract, which is stronger than the binding force of the soul contract.

Changsheng was inexplicably nervous, took a deep breath, gently stretched out his palm, and pressed the blood-colored rune into the egg crystal of the Hell Dragon Eagle.

The blood-colored rune was imprinted on the soft surface of the egg crystal, and it penetrated into it with a loud sound, revealing a faint blood light from the inside out.

Almost at the same time, in the depths of the immortal's soul, there was suddenly a thought.

This idea is like a coordinate, specially set up for Long Ying, through this thought, he can clearly sense the existence of Long Ying.

He could also perceive that the dragon eagle's weak life force, the dark energy hidden inside its body, was like black magma, condensed and flowing.

He even sensed that the little dragon eagle's festering and infected internal organs, and every time it breathed, it would suffer great pain.

Hell Dragon Eagle, dying!

In the depths of the little dragon eagle's golden pupils, there was a deep sadness and a trace of longing.

Ye Changsheng felt the same way, and said, "Don't worry, even if you don't sign a contract with me, I won't let you die." ”

He didn't know what was going on inside the Hell Dragon Eagle's body, but the Infinite Demon Venerable should know.

With a movement of his mind, Ye Changsheng's figure disappeared out of thin air.

The little dragon eagle's eyes widened, it couldn't see its master, but it could sense the master's breath, and it was there.

The little dragon eagle whispered excitedly, the owner has an unknown strength, and its hope of salvation is even greater.

In the "Jara Realm", the prayer wheel scriptures flicker and circle silently.

Changsheng felt the mysterious tranquility, but his mind was turbulent.

Master Jiluo is the founding patriarch of the Huixin Sect and the ancestor of the Demon Sect, and he still feels incredible when he thinks about it.

He also understood why, in the deep realm of Buddhism, he cultivated the Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique but was not rejected.

From the perspective of the Demon Gate, Master Jiluo and Wuji Demon Venerable were originally in the same lineage.

All things are impermanent, and all thoughts are born and die.

Changsheng sat cross-legged, his eyes lowered, and the distracting thoughts in his heart slowly receded.

The memories of the Infinite Demon Venerable's inheritance were like a trickle, flowing through my mind.

As early as during the Black Wind Ridge trial, Changsheng began to sort out the memories of the Infinite Demon Venerable and tried to classify them one by one.

It's a huge undertaking that can't be completed in a short period of time.

After the trial, he only barely sorted out the part of the sword casting and refining tools.

Otherwise, relying on himself alone, with Liao Changhai's experience, how could he solve fifteen difficult problems in one go in the Refiner Guild?

Fortunately, in Taoyuan Village, in order to slay the dragon, he had already searched for information related to dragon eagles, and he was familiar with the road.

Soon, the information and content he needed came to his mind one by one.

To Changsheng's surprise, the Infinite Demon Venerable had raised a Hell Wyvern before, and had preserved the relevant memories.

The Wyvern is a real dragon clan, far from being comparable to a dragon beast like Dragon Eagle.

But they are all dark attributes, they all have dragon blood flowing through them, and many places are actually connected.

After reading it carefully, combined with Xiaolongying's physical condition, Changsheng couldn't help but suddenly open up.

Exiting the Zara Realm, he reappeared in front of the iron cage.

Changsheng looked at the little dragon eagle leaning forward, reached out and touched its head, and smiled brightly: "Not only will you not die, but you will become extremely powerful, as powerful as a flying dragon!"