Before the cheers fell, there was a sound of pride in my ears.

It is as if a baby opens its eyes and cries with great joy, or like a spark falling into the forest, discovering a stage where it can show its strength, and vowing to burn the sky with ambition. A beautiful Hokage rose from Thirteen Lang's body, with a high crown and a bright voice, and the tail flame swept through the sky like a meteor, spreading layers of unpredictable waves.

The slender body contains unimaginable liliang and coercion, the long and straight beak is like a crane, the slender and long neck is like a phoenix, the long body is covered with colorful flame feathers, and the head is dotted with two clear and unruly eyes.

The only flaw is underneath, the two beautiful feet are hazy and illusory, as if two clouds of smoke cannot be gathered, which makes people feel sorry for it. The cochineal bird that woke up from its sleep still looked down as usual, looked at the empty belly, and let out a long howl.

The flesh destroys the living, and the rouge forgets everything, even its death, its revenge, and the cause and effect of its presence here. But it couldn't forget that its legs had been ripped off alive, roasted by its own fire, and stuffed into some big greasy mouth.

The mournful whistling sound echoed in the room, and even the air seemed to burn, and the blazing flames erupted with the whistling sound, as if a mournful meteor shower had fallen.

Even anger is so beautiful. It's just that the beauty contains thrilling resentment, as well as a trace of rebelliousness and brutality that the rouge bird originally didn't have, and a kind of tyrant who burns up the starry sky!

Ba is character, it is the instinct that comes from the root bone and soul, and it has nothing to do with strength, it is a talent that is naturally cultivated and only possessed by certain bloodlines. The Rouge Bird is known as the Demon Buster, but it is not arrogant in nature. How can there be that kind of tyrant that seems to be born with!

"I see. ”

Thirteen Lang was stunned for a moment, and then he could tell the origin.

It was the breath of the Golden Crow.

Don't forget. There is not only a rouge bird in Shisanlang's body, but also a sleeping golden black soul; The Heavenly Absolute Sword is not a domineering soldier, but also integrates a trace of that person's gift, the kind of holy power that can sweep through the Eight Desolations with a single look.

Growing up in such an environment and sleeping in such a body, not to mention that the rouge bird is a fierce bird in the fire, even if it is replaced by the most cowardly pig, it should have three points of tiger might.

"Roar!"

The whistling sound flickered, and the wrath of the rouge bird reached its peak, and the sound of the clear song turned into a beastly roar. After entering the ears, there is a kind of tiger roaring hill and dragon chanting for nine days can have a mighty momentum, like a divine soldier hanging overhead.

This is the effect of evil energy, the rouge bird with a soft nature is difficult to dispel, and then it is infected by evil qi day and night, how can it not have killing intent. It is a spirit, and the killing demon created when the evil qi is strong is not a spirit, in other words, the spirit is the life that is most easily infected and most invasive. At the same time, because those evil instincts are born from fire, the rouge bird sleeps and constantly absorbs the flames, and then rushes through the shell on the primordial infant. It's not like Thirteen Lang to identify and expel it, and all the brains are inhaled into the body and become a part of it.

From this point of view, this lucky and unlucky rouge bird is both a fire spirit. To some extent, it can also be counted as a demon spirit, or a killing spirit, which is called differently. Nature has changed completely.

"Can this still be considered a rouge bird?" Hearing that low roar, Thirteen Lang was a little distracted.

Whistling or roaring past. The Rouge Bird's gaze turned to Thirteen Lang, his fierce gaze like that of a ferocious beast. The flames in his eyes are like spiritual snakes, ready to burn everything at any time. Meeting its gaze, Thirteen Lang looked calm, his expression was peaceful, and there was a trace of pity, a trace of comfort, and a sigh of understanding and heart.

"Come on. ”

A soft call, like a loving mother guarding the door of the house, stretching out her hands to the wanderer returning home from afar, and like the figure under the almond tree at the head of the village, watching day and night, unswerving.

Lovers, mothers, friends, brothers, are of the same vein, and they cannot be separated by a mere evil spirit, and the rouge bird is the rouge bird, and at the same time it is the blood of the thirteen langs, his flesh, his will, his hope, and even his soul.

With another clear cry, the roar returned to the birdsong, the flames in the eyes of the rouge bird dissipated, and its size suddenly shrank like a bird, flapping its wings and flying into the hands of Thirteen Lang. Shaking his wings and curling up, the little bird kept arching Shisanlang's hand with his little head, crying constantly, like crying and complaining, for a long time.

When the tired bird returns to the nest, the first thing it feels is safety, and then it is the unique warmth that only has at home; the rouge bird is crying, cheerful, aggrieved, and confiding, no matter how much trouble is not enough, how to refuse to stop. The tiny body tossed and turned, its head tapping down from time to time, as if to remind its owner, its friend, its parents, to look at its legs.

"I know, I understand, I understand. ”

Thirteen Lang said softly, curling his fingers on his fire feathers, the song of the rouge bird was even more mournful, and the straight beak gently pecked Thirteen Lang's hand, but his eyes suddenly stopped.

It smells blood and knows it's the blood of its owner or a loved one, but it doesn't know why it's bleeding.

With a bang, the petite body suddenly expanded, the blazing fire was ten times more intense than just now, and the electricity around it was non-stop, and the crackling sound continued, and the ferocious intent came to the face.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, I made it myself. ”

Shisanlang soothed the angry firebird, stretched out his palm and said, "Feel it, can you help." ”

It was originally his spiritual creature, and it could transmit information with a single movement of his mind, and even the void could not block it. Rouge quickly understood what Thirteen Lang meant, nodded and shook his head, with inexplicable intentions.

Thirteen Lang understood, and said with two comforts: "Don't be afraid, it's not once or twice to break your hand, this risk is worth it." ”

After all, the rouge bird is a bird, and although it is connected to the soul of Thirteen Lang, its body is still the bird that does not know how to cultivate. Instinct tells it that this way is hurting itself, and it will discourage it. But since the owner insisted, after several exchanges and explanations, like all pets, the Rouge Bird decided to follow the owner's will and flapped its wings into the body of Thirteen Lang.

The mana moved again, and Thirteen Lang cast spells in turn as before, gathering wind, thunder, and fire, and at the same time casting the forbidden spell again, superimposing countless seals on his middle finger. Lips move slightly.

"Open!"

There was a hissing sound from the darkness, and the fire spirit that was not restricted by the meridians went up the body of Thirteen Lang. Extend your arm to the palm of your hand and burrow into your middle finger. The straight beak is like a sharp sword in the air, and the oblique slash is swift.

With a roar, Thirteen Lang's eyebrows furrowed violently, and most of the more than three hundred seals exploded, and his middle finger was like being blasted open from the inside by a bomb, and the blood bloomed.

What does it feel like to have your meridians cut from within, and what does it feel like to tear your bones apart?

The mana went away like a flood, and the feeling of emptiness was extremely comfortable, and Thirteen Lang's eyebrows were as straight as knives, and he opened his lips and drank again.

"Left hand!"

The Firebird turned to the left in an instant. If you look closely, it is slightly thinner than before, and its color seems to have become lighter, as if it has been hurt in some way.

Self-mutilating cultivation hurts not only oneself, but also the master and servant, and when Thirteen Lang is injured, his spirit body also feels pain, and there is also a sense of weakness that is inevitably caused by the loss of essence and blood.

Another roar and impact, and the skin of the middle finger of his left hand opened. Even the flesh was blown to pieces, and only the white phalanges remained. The body of the rouge bird became dull again, and even its size seemed to shrink in a circle. At this time, in the dantian of Thirteen Lang, the little infant was tired and haggard. It seems that after three days and three nights of fierce fighting, the mana is already insufficient.

The more fingers you throw away, the faster your mana will be released. At this time, Jusan Lang felt that his widening jihua seemed to have reached its limit. Unable to continue.

If you don't succeed, you won't retreat. Having had the experience of severed fingers, he knew that because of his strong recovery ability, if he didn't refine the entire palm at once, the remaining meridians might slowly regrow and the fingers would return to their original state.

Thirteen Lang has plans for this kind of outcome, but he doesn't know if it will take effect. Because he is not sure, what he can do is to try to carry out the process more resolutely and thoroughly, so as to be more secure.

The mana is insufficient, the primordial infant is weak, and the fire spirit is also traumatized by it. Thirteen Lang had already prepared, adjusted his breathing slightly, and he put his hands on the fragment of the Duhua Jade Butterfly, and the Spirit Absorbing Demon was running at the same time.

"Come again!"

A majestic and unimaginable impact entered the body from the fingertips, like a river breaking through the waist and a waterfall rushing into the sky, Shisanlang was like an inflated ball, his clothes drummed and the sound of wind and thunder was implied, and he refused to calm down for a long time.

The secret room was full of thunder and light, and the closed formations arranged around it were all stimulated, and the millilight was full of colorful colors, and the explosion was continuous. In his body, the Yuan Infant seemed to have been injected with a powerful potion, and its size slowly increased at a visible rate, and the firebird that had been in the shape of a flaming bird spread its wings and rushed towards its index finger with pride.

Today's Thirteen Lang is no longer the small repair that failed to build the foundation several times back then, no matter how abundant and violent the mana in the jade butterfly is, he will press it in his body, and he must not miss half a thread. The mana that had caused the storm was rampaging through his body like a crazy herd, and Thirteen Lang's body was flooded with bulges, and his breath was like being pulled with a rope, and Xiangshang climbed in a straight line.

A powerful feeling filled my heart, and the breakthrough was also underway, and the mana was like a rushing river, instilling into every flesh and every molecule, and there seemed to be no end.

Comparing the fingers with the meridians is no different from the gap between the jar and the scoop. Mana rage certainly brings injuries, but if you think about it the other way around, this is not a kind of body refining.

The right index finger, the left index finger, the right thumb, and the left thumb all the way are like a bamboo, all the way forward, and when the ten fingers become ten bloody white bones, the breath of Thirteen Lang also climbed to the extreme.

This time, the mana in the jade butterfly was used quite fully, and Shisanlang himself judged that if he could convert all of it into cultivation, it would be equivalent to at least doubling it. From this point of view, in order to build the foundation, a fragment was used at the beginning, and the use was only a drop in the bucket.

It's not enough! The baby has grown a full circle, and the length has increased by half an inch, but it is not enough!

His spirit was exhausted, and his body was weak, and Thirteen Lang's eyes were as bright as a knife, and he only thought for a moment, and then turned into a decisive decision.

If you don't succeed, you won't give up! Now that we've done it here, why not do it again.

The mana in the jade butterfly was absorbed and turned into a ring around Thirteen Lang's fingers, but he had something else.

Raising his palm and patting it, an emerald green pill appeared in the palm of his hand, and Mr. Remnant Finger stared at it for a moment, sending it into his mouth.

"In exchange for you, I have paid a lot of money, don't let me down!" Thinking of the smug eyes of the blue bottle when he traded, Thirteen Lang silently chanted, and even prayed.

Dingying Dan fell down his throat, and Thirteen Lang felt that his soul was flying again, flying into the clouds, flying into the nine skies, and flying into the sky.

Below is a vast and boundless sea, a sea of flames made of wind, thunder and fire.

In the sea of fire, in the depths of the endless, it was as if a dormant beast felt something, smelled something that qualified to awaken it, and sneezed lightly.

It was the sound of a sword, a sword that could split the heavens and the earth

(To be continued......)