Shang Tian couldn't help laughing, and then said: "It's still too troublesome to pluck the feathers or something, it's better to roast them directly, this feather will naturally turn into ashes when it encounters fire, and it will save us a lot of trouble." ”

Lian Wuxin and Shang Tian were just to tease this ruffian, but they didn't think about it, this ruffian was really in a hurry, maybe he cherished that silver feather too much.

The ruffian jumped to his feet in a hurry, flapped his wings and flew to Lian Wuxin's shoulder, and said very anxiously: "Don't, don't burn me, I can tell you, I'm not afraid of fire, I just don't want my beautiful silver feather to turn into ashes." ”

Lian Wuxin shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he couldn't be the master, the ruffian turned his head to look at Shang Tian, and saw that he had already taken the dagger out and sharpened it, wanting to cut it into a thin and sharp stick, so that it could pass through its chest from its mouth and through its small chrysanthemum, oops, it hurts to think about it, and it is too undignified.

The ruffian suddenly stomped his feet, looking like he had made a major decision, only to see that the feet that were originally standing on Lian Wuxin's shoulders suddenly retracted, and the slender and sharp claws suddenly pierced Lian Wuxin's shoulders, and the moonlight-colored clothes were instantly stained red with blood, and as the ruffian flew up, a wisp of blood was brought out, and after the silver finch flew into the air, it suddenly turned around and spit out a drop of bright red finch blood, and the finch blood collided with Lian Wuxin's blood line, and suddenly burst out with a burst of golden light, The golden light then turned into a phantom map full of strange fonts, and the strange fonts on the magic map seemed to be constantly changing and moving, which was dazzling.

Lian Wuxin covered his shoulder with one hand, and even forgot to cry out in pain, only looking at this strange picture curiously.

Shang Tian looked surprised, and he didn't even know that the small stick in his hand that had been sharpened to a thin tip fell, and said to Lian Wuxin: "Wuxin, I didn't expect that this ruffian turned out to be a divine beast." ”

Mythical beasts?

The tyrannical five-colored thunder and lightning immediately appeared in Lian Wuxin's mind, as well as the beautiful mountains that were bombarded into ruins by the thunder and lightning, and the divine beast that could cause such a terrifying vision was actually the silver sparrow in front of him?

Seeing that Lian Wuxin looked confused, Shang Tian said again: "It's forming a contract with you, quickly, accept its contract request with your mind." ”

Even Shang Tian couldn't help but envy the good opportunity of practicing Wuxin, who would have thought that a casual help would save a divine beast, and the divine beast also took the initiative to apply for a contract, but he heard that divine beasts generally do not easily contract with people, unless the other party is a person with absolute strength and strength, and it has a certain amount of help to its cultivation, it is possible to agree to the contract, and will only agree to the alliance contract, only as partners, and the death or injury will not be implicated.

The active contract means that it is a master-servant contract, and it is also a blood contract, and the contract beast needs to protect the host for a lifetime, and if the host dies, the contract beast cannot live.

This is the highest level of blood contract in the **** contract.

Lian Wuxin heard this, and his heart was also happy, and he hurriedly closed his eyes according to Shang Tian's words, and accepted Yinque's contract request with a divine thought.

The strange contract divine map floating in the air emitted bursts of dazzling golden light, and all the words disappeared without a trace, and finally the divine map turned into a streamline with the golden light, and disappeared between Lian Wuxin's eyebrows.

The small mung bean eyes that were tightly closed by the silver finch suddenly opened, flapped a pair of not very beautiful silver feather bird wings, and landed on Lian Wuxin's shoulder again, sighed and shook his head: "Hey, you are only in the Immortal King Realm, hey-if it is really a mistake that has become a thousand years of hatred, I actually formed a blood contract with a little fairy who only has the cultivation of the Immortal King Realm." ”