A pair of blood-red wings appeared awkwardly on Lin Mochen's body, not only because of incoordination, but also because of breaking the original symmetry. from

From long feathers to small fluff, every strand and every strand is so bright red.

"It's done. "A bloody wing full of feathers.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he got back to his feet, ready to process the ingredients.

With wings, you don't need your feet to walk.

The wings spread slightly, and a sound of breaking wind sounded in the air. Lin Mochen's face was slightly intoxicated, this seemed to be synonymous with speed, and he had already felt the pleasure of speed.

Guided by the power of consciousness, the wings move gently. I didn't see how fast it was, Lin Mochen's body had already flown out in embarrassment.

"Ah~"

Some of them scrambled to the ground, but they still ate a mouthful of soot.

Lin Mochen could be sure that this speed was at least twice as fast.

When the wings shake, the two pairs of wings are too different, and the force borrowed is naturally very different. Coupled with the fact that someone is arrogant and forgets the situation of cultivating into a void wing at the beginning, it is naturally such an embarrassing end.

The vanity wing breaks through the resistance in the air and increases speed. The real wing uses the power of space to achieve speed increase.

The power borrowed by a complete wing was naturally even greater, and the strength on the other side was insufficient, so Lin Mochen naturally lost his balance.

Skimming through the air in a perfect arc, then turning yourself into a daze.

Under the strong body, there is naturally no pain, but there is some embarrassment on the face.

took the wings back, and as soon as the blood and qi on his body were released, the dust on his clothes was shaken off one by one, and his face had returned to normal at this time.

Stepping on the "Inch Body" under his feet, he quickly fiddled with the thirty-six carnivorous bodies. Then the bonfire under the more than 100 brute beasts was lit, and the second batch of roasting began.

At this time, Lin Mochen in the valley seemed to have turned into a flame, and his body was illuminated red.

The strong heat made Lin Mochen a little unbearable, so he could only run the "Zombie Moon Looking" exercise.

After completing the second batch, he did not stop, and he began to process and concoct the corpses of thirty-six fierce beasts.

According to this specification, these thirty-six fierce beasts should be enjoyed by people at the level of patriarch and elder, and naturally they need to put a lot of effort into it.

Layers of spices were spread and then shaken down. Even with Lin Mochen's body method bonus, one reincarnation can only handle eighteen heads.

When the thirty-six were finished, more than a hundred brute beasts were turned over.

Thirty-six fierce beasts were added meat and more than a hundred brute beasts were added with spices over and over again, and there was almost no break in between, so naturally there was no time to continue cultivating Blood Cloud Wings.

Fortunately, he had Tu Tianliang's boning knife in his hand, otherwise his hands would have a good chance to waste today, and maybe he would give this group of powerful witches a taste of his blood.

At this time, the moon shone dimly on the side of the mountain, as if to say goodbye.

To finish......

At this moment, the clouds and mist in the sky dispersed, revealing a bright starry sky. The sky is a deep blue, and the stars are a brilliant golden yellow. At this moment, the moon in the sky suddenly shone brightly, and a red sun jumped out on the opposite side of him. At this time, the sun and the moon shine together. What is surprising is that even the appearance of the great sun did not obscure some of the stars, but made them shine harder.

The ceremony is also about to be completed!

At this moment, three muffled thunders suddenly sounded in the sky, causing Lin Mochen's heart to swell slightly, and the boning knife in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Then there were three more thunderbolts, and then a fierce wind blew, and a group of witch people raised their heads to the sky and roared angrily.

Three last thunders, then a falling sound sounded on the other side of the mountain. Lin Mochen realized that the moon had disappeared, and the stars in the sky were all hidden, as if they were advancing and retreating with the moon.

In this trance, the light in the sky seemed to be a little darker.

But if you really look up, the sun is still dazzling, and the light is even more golden than usual.

Lin Mochen realized, touched his chin, and the blood in his hands agitated, shaking out the unfinished bonfires, leaving only the dark fire of charcoal to emit heat.

The boning knife in his hand slammed down the shelves three feet lower, bringing the meat closer to the dark fire.

After doing this, Lin Mochen sat down again. There were still about two hours before the banquet, and Lin still had some time to cultivate.

Harnessing the blood qi in the fourth heart, he came to another bare wing, and quickly sketched feathers on it. One by one, the blood-colored feathers are formed and attached to the wings.

Skill comes from practice!

The cultivation of the other wing was completed in less than half the time it had before.

Without waiting for the happiness in Lin Mochen's heart to burst out, his whole person flew into the air.

That's how it feels!

This time, there was no repeat of the last mess, but fell lightly to the ground.

As soon as the consciousness moved, the bloody wings behind him disappeared without a trace.

He also wanted to try out what the effect of the solid wing of the full level was. But it's not a good time.

Not to mention whether there is anyone around to peep, but there are nearly 100 great witch-level masters in the Tu tribe, and the emperor-level masters are also in double digits. When the time comes, he will provoke others, and one move will make him ashes.

At that time, Lin will become the poor man who lost his life because of his luck.

With this moment of hard work, Lin Mochen began to reap his rewards. I saw that his blood and qi were agitated, and his divine power points also vibrate, and endless power was brewing in his hands.

The knife fell, and the head of a big beast fell.

"I won't have to cook snacks for a long time now. ”

A full head of meat is the best appetizer, with oil, water and texture.

After swallowing the Blood Alchemy Pill, Lin Mochen began to recover the blood qi consumed by cultivating the True Wing.

After a noisy sound of footsteps, Lin Mochen slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the sun in the sky, it was almost noon, these people should be the Tu tribesmen who came to get meat.

"Brother Lin Mochen, is this meat ready?"

Having said that, several people did have a lot of words in their mouths, and their throats kept swallowing saliva.

Don't blame them for acting like that. In order to maximize the effect, whether it is to give back to the Tu tribe or make friends with other Wu clans, this is the best opportunity, and he can't help but work hard, not to mention that these materials are provided by the Tu tribe.

The remaining tenth was enough for him to use for a long time. If he sets off again and picks all the way, the spices should not break.

He even used his blood to make thirty-six fierce beasts into "mandarin duck meat" that was half spicy and half not spicy.

Looking at the other party's unsuccessful appearance, Lin Mochen laughed for a while.