Qi Fei raised his eyebrows, looked at the black hand on his shoulder who seemed to be addicted to the world of Gaotang Mirror, and his heart couldn't help but move. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He smiled, looked at Yingtuo and said, "The senior is asking this black ...... Hand, this is what I found from this large tomb. ”

"Little friend, I think this black hand is very similar to the bones of my junior father, I wonder if it can be transferred to this seat?" Yingtuo said with a sincere face.

The corners of Qi Fei's mouth twitched: "Senior, what you just said is a snow sculpture, this is too different, one black and one white, even if there is a genetic mutation, it won't be like this!" ”

Yingtuo's face suddenly turned red, he didn't expect this when he lied just now, so he had to justify himself at this moment: "My grandmother of this junior is from the black eagle family, so his father, his father's hand may also be black!" ”

"Oh, I see...... Understand, understand! Qi Fei lengthened his voice and looked at Bai Hanyu, with the expression that your kid had impure blood and was a miscellaneous eagle.

Bai Hanyu lowered his head and scolded in his heart, Yingtuo, I greet your whole family, your grandmother is a black eagle, you are a miscellaneous eagle, and your whole family is a miscellaneous eagle.

Qi Fei stood there and thought about it, although this black hand is supernatural, he doesn't know much about it, if he can send it out, it's fine, but he is afraid that it is easy to invite the gods and difficult to send the gods, he turned his head and whispered to the black hand on his shoulder: "Great existence, you heard what the man in the green windbreaker said just now, he said that you are the father of the boy in white clothes next to him...... Oh, say you're the bones of that kid's dead daddy, and now want to take a closer look at you and take you away. ”

The black hand seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then erected his palm, as if he was tilting his head to look at the three people in front of him, and then the whole palm trembled, Qi Fei suddenly held his breath, he knew that this was a precursor to the black hand to be angry.

"Xiaoyou, how about thinking about it, the more I look at this hand, the more it looks like the bones of my junior father, you look at the shape of that hand, the texture, it is almost the same as my junior hand printed in a mold." Yingtuo said softly.

“…… But senior, this hand only has four fingers! Qi Fei frowned.

"Xiaoyou, you don't understand this, our Flying Feather Hundred Clans will gradually recover their ontology when they are destroyed, but if they die in a fight, they often can't completely return to their ontology, most of them can only recover about half, most of our Flying Feather Hundred Clansmen are mostly four-fingered, so this black hand must be the father of my descendants!"

Qi Fei frowned when he heard this, and looked sideways at the black hand on his shoulder, it was indeed skinny, a little bit like a human hand, and he thought to himself, could this thing really be a bird's claw?

He rolled his eyes and whispered to the black hand: "Great existence, the person on the other side said that you are a bird's claw, that you must be the father of the boy in white, you see that I am just a small awakening level, that person is several levels higher than me, I am not his opponent, great existence, that person wants to take you back to check, I can't help it, I can't take you to the world of flowers, because he wants you to go with him!" ”

After hearing this, the black hand suddenly levitated from Qi Fei's shoulder, like a little black man with his hands on his waist, floating in front of Qi Fei's body, looking at the three demon clans in the distance.

Yingtuo watched the black hand leave Qi Fei's shoulder, and was immediately overjoyed, thinking in his heart, they all said that the immortal fragment is very spiritual, but he has never seen such a large, hand-shaped fragment, let alone heard that the immortal fragment will act on its own, this is simply a miracle.

He saw that the villain-like black hand was slowly flying towards him, and his heart was even more overjoyed, as a Tianjiao of the Flying Feather Hundred Clans once in tens of thousands of years, he reached the top genius of the mutation level within a hundred years old, and he knew the mystery of the immortal fragment very well.

Legend has it that in the ancient era, the winged demon clan once produced an emperor.

However, because the demon clan did not pay attention to written records in the ancient times, there is no record of the life of this emperor, only some songs that have been sung orally for hundreds of millions of years.

Ancient memories are sung in the ballad, and that great being is called the Immortal Emperor!

The ballads praise the great achievements of the Emperor of Heaven, but those are already like a light veil of time, so that people only know how to sing and praise, but they don't know why the Emperor is great.

Legend has it that the Emperor of Heaven has been around for a long time, and there was a huge explosion when the Emperor Nirvana occurred, which is different from other emperors who disappeared or went to the depths of the universe when they returned to the ruins.

The Celestial Emperor's undead Imperial Soldiers and the Heavenly Emperor's body were shattered in the Great Bang and scattered throughout the universe.

A few years later, someone discovered the first immortal fragment, this fragment contains huge energy and all kinds of incredible functions, and the power of the winged demon clan has researched that it should be the fragment of the immortal emperor's imperial soldier, or the fragment of the flesh.

Because the Immortal Heavenly Emperor will not leave a legacy in the future, these fragments are the best objects for reverse reasoning about the Great Emperor's exercises and map supernatural powers.

But there was an extremely important question, that is, although it was 100% certain that the Immortal Heavenly Emperor was a winged demon clan, no one knew which race he belonged to.

With the gradual appearance of the undead fragments, the Feather Wing Clan found that it was difficult to complete this great project with a few fragments of a single clan, and then there was a Grand Alliance, which later became the top force in the Demon Clan, that is, the Flying Feather Hundred Clans.

This undead fragment is extremely sensitive to the genes and brainwaves of the Winged Clan, and has little to no reaction to other races, which is the fundamental reason why other races have not discovered this fragment for so many years.

Ying Tuo saw the black hand flying towards him at this moment, and his heart was even more confident, he was a mutant level, the immortal fragment was a spiritual thing, according to past experience, the more powerful the feather clan, the greater the attraction to the immortal fragment.

He was secretly proud in his heart, but he didn't know the fact that although the immortal fragments he had touched before were spiritual, they were all dead things, and the black hand in front of him was a living thing with self-consciousness and extremely high intelligence.

Yingtuo watched the black hand get closer and closer to him, only a few meters away, he couldn't wait to get up, and took a step forward to grab the black hand, but unexpectedly, the black hand suddenly paused in the air, and put on a posture of hugging his chest and raising his head, Yingtuo was stunned, and then he saw that the surface of the black hand flashed with a dim five-color brilliance, smooth and flashed, and then a powerful coercion like a mountain and a sea of mountains instantly emanated.

Yingtuo was shocked, as a mutant level, he was extremely sensitive to the judgment of danger, and in an instant, a black feather-shaped armor appeared on his body, and at the same time, a hazy black cloud floated behind him, and then his body quickly hid in the black cloud.

But when his body was only a third of the way into the black cloud, he felt a powerful coercion from his power and bloodline envelop him.

Under that terrifying power, he was like a straw in the sea, weak and unable to resist the wind, and the oppression from the nature of the blood made his soul tremble.

"It can't be!" Yingtuo's face changed dramatically and he cried.