"Gollum!"

Seeing the sudden blisters around him, Yun Mu knew that it was not good, he hurriedly stuffed the young bird into his arms, and twisted his body to escape. Unexpectedly, the water snake was extremely flexible in the water, and its tail was curled, directly entangled in Yun Mu's waist.

"Gollum!"

The waist was tightened, and the ribs were in severe pain, and Yun Mu suddenly felt like he was about to suffocate. Without thinking too much, he casually stabbed the iron spike prepared in advance towards the water snake's seven-inch position.

The power of the landslide, thorn!

"Poof!"

With a muffled sound, the iron thorns pierced the water snake's skin, and a trace of blood spread. Be the first to update

This water snake is a first-order desolate beast of the water attribute, not only is it extremely fast in the water, but its strength is also quite large, but its defense is relatively weak. Yun Mu has extremely rich combat experience, so he naturally hits with one hit.

The pain-eating water snake swayed violently, and Yun Mu took the opportunity to stab a few more times, then broke free and swam quickly downstream.

Affected by the bloody aura, the desolate beasts near the river basin gradually became restless.

Sneaking all the way, Yun Mu was hindered by the desolate beasts in the water several times, but he resolved them one by one. But as a result, his speed in the water was greatly reduced, especially the young bird in his arms, and the breath of life gradually became weak......

"Little one, hold on!"

Yun Mu muttered silently in his heart, and swam desperately out of the valley, behind him, a large group of water snakes and sword dace chased after him, and it seemed that the flesh and blood of the human race had a great attraction to them.

Over the river, flocks of larks patrol around, and as long as the river surface changes slightly, they will attack in groups, and many water tribes have a fierce conflict with it, and its chaos gradually spreads, making the whole valley unpeaceful.

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"Poof!"

The river was turbulent, and a figure suddenly rushed out of the water, fell to the ground, rolled on it for a few laps before stopping.

Yun Mu fell to his knees on the ground, gasping for breath!

At this moment, his face was pale, covered in blood, and his back was in tatters, revealing deep scars...... This was the most dangerous time since he was reborn, and if it weren't for a bit of luck, he would have been buried in the belly of the fish by now.

Fortunately, everything has passed, this is already the outskirts of the valley, and larks usually do not leave their territory, so Yun Mu temporarily relaxed.

As if remembering something, he quickly put his hand into his arms and pulled out the dying young bird.

"Chirp...... Tweet ......"

The little guy screamed twice weakly, and his purple eyes looked at Yun Mu quietly, but there was no hatred at all. Be the first to update

Looking at the young bird whose life was about to disappear, Yun Mu was in an extremely complicated mood, the danger just now was completely caused by this little guy, and almost made all his efforts come to naught, it stands to reason that he should hate the other party, but he can't hate it now.

"Tweet ......"

The little one's cry grew weaker and weaker, and after a moment it gradually closed its eyes until the breath of life was completely gone.

“......”

Yun Mu was silent, and there was an indescribable depression in his heart.

Most of the desolate beasts feed on people, while the Terran mystics refine the souls of desolate beasts into tools to assist their own cultivation. It can be said that there is an irreconcilable contradiction between the beast and the human race, so they are natural enemies.

Originally, Yun Mu had no need to sympathize or pity the life or death of the desolate beast, but looking at the little guy's clean and pure eyes, he doubted for the first time what he was insisting on.

Is there really no way to coexist between the human race and the beasts?

Wouldn't it be too cruel to use the soul of the beast as a tool?

They are all creatures of heaven and earth, all for survival, and it is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong, but they have different positions!

All spirits in heaven and earth should have been born free, and the mystic controls the mysteries, so who will control the fate of the mysteries?

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"Little guy, since you are a member of the Bailing clan, you should also be a desolate beast with spiritual talent, right? Maybe your qualifications are a little worse and your appearance is a little uglier...... But it doesn't matter, as long as it's a spiritually gifted beast......"

Yun Mu muttered to himself, and a spirit attraction trick hit the young bird's body, introducing its soul into his Heavenly Spirit Pole. Be the first to update

That's right, Yun Mu is planning to refine the soul of the young bird into his second Xuan Spirit.

Without the Soul Sealing Bead, the only way to preserve the soul of the desolate beast is to directly integrate it into the spiritual aperture.

Of course, few people will do this without being particularly sure. After all, this is a gambling choice, and if the Soul of the Desolate Beast has high qualifications and spiritual quality, everyone will definitely be happy...... If the qualifications and spiritual qualities are too low, the Xuan can only consider himself unlucky. Be the first to update

However, Yun Mu didn't worry too much, the young bird and the lark were of the same race, both were spiritually gifted wild beasts, and their qualifications should not be much worse, even if the spirituality was "ordinary" quality, it was a big deal that he would change to a better one in the future.

The most important thing is that Yun Mu's mood is very complicated now, and he is reluctant to let this stubborn little guy disappear so silently, so he hopes to let the other party survive in another way.

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The moment the soul of the young bird merged into the Heavenly Spirit Extreme, the pictures of memories played back in Yun Mu's mind, intermittently, but extremely profound.

Because he has no snow-white feathers, he was ridiculed and excluded by many larks.

Because he could not fly, he could not find food, and he was often hungry.

loneliness, loneliness, fear, envy, unwillingness, sadness...... There is no resentment.

This is the memory that belongs to the young bird, from birth to death. It used its life to fulfill its responsibilities and rewards to the race, and then left this world quietly, without any debt.

Yun Mu was inexplicably moved in his heart, this has nothing to do with race, right or wrong, or faith, but respect for life, simple and pure.

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Coming to a hidden cave, Yun Mu did not rush to refine the Xuan Ling, but took out the bird eggs he had stolen one by one, a total of six, and the fluctuations of the vitality in it were very strong, which showed that the spirituality was very high, at least it should be of excellent quality.

The eggshell is slightly fluorescent, revealing a light gold, representing a noble identity.

After a lot of hard work, in the end it was in vain, and the plan really couldn't keep up with the rapid changes.

Yun Mu sighed slightly in his heart, then shook his head, silently put away the six bird eggs, and then threw himself into the refining of the second Xuan Ling.

The Great Sage Tiangang, the nine turns of the Indian law.

The heavenly spirit is opened, and the mysterious spirit is refined.

For the refining of lark chicks, the whole process was unexpectedly difficult. Although the soul of the young bird has no ferocity or anger, it is extremely proud, tenacious and unyielding, and has never been able to merge with the spirit.

In desperation, Yun Mu had no choice but to slowly refine it with water milling.

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