Dedicate One’s Mind

When the Nether Dharma Eye was used, the whites of Wu Yi's eyes disappeared and turned into a dark ink color, which seemed to contain an abyss with no bottom.

The strange bird had no choice but to look directly into Wu Yi's eyes. It had been boiled by Wu Yi in warm water, and most of its energy and energy had been depleted. It was also teased with the shadow escape method. At this moment, its soul was immobilized by the Netherworld Dharma Eye, and it had no power to resist. The deepest fear in my heart arose.

Seeing that his soul was about to be ripped out, the strange bird shouted in horror: "I am willing! I am also willing to be a cow or a horse! Please be patient."

Hearing this, Wu Yi took advantage of the situation and closed those scary eyes. One minute later, even if the strange bird was willing and he wanted to spare his life, he might not be able to control the desire of his Netherworld Dharma Body.

The Netherworld Law Body cultivated in the "Netherworld Sutra" is easy to use, but it naturally has a desire for souls, and it is a desire from the heart. If the Netherworld Law Body is used too much, it must swallow a few souls from time to time to suppress this desire. eager.

Fortunately, he escaped with his life. Like a fish that jumped onto the shore, the strange bird struggled to breathe and at the same time used up its energy and blood to repair the internal organs that were crushed by Wu Yi.

A faint light flashed in Wu Yi's eyes, and he said loudly: "Since you are willing to work as a cow or a horse for me, you can't do it without a contract, so you can separate a soul to show your loyalty."

A trace of regret flashed in the strange bird's eyes, but he also knew that he had to pay something today to escape this disaster. He gritted his teeth and forced a stream of blood essence out, but he saw that the blood essence was crystal clear, and there was a faint figure inside. Illusive figure. Once the essence and blood were gone, the strange bird seemed to have lost half of its life and fell to the ground helplessly.

The strange bird follows the path of strength, nourishing its essence with energy and spirit. The spiritual energy flows through the blood of hundreds of veins, and the essence is also placed in the essence and blood, so it is like this.

Wu Yi saw this drop of essence and blood, and directly swallowed the separated soul inside into his eyes, suppressing it under the world of sea of ​​consciousness stone tablets, so that one day the Netherworld Dharma Body's desire to devour the soul arose, he could preserve this soul.

With this soul around, it will be much easier in the future whether it is to trace the original owner or to practice the art of being tired of winning. It just depends on whether the strange bird knows what to do.

"Get up, lie on the ground and pretend to be dead!" Wu Yi shouted. Following Wu Yi's words, the formation patterns previously arranged here were also erased. Because of the existence of those formation patterns, the strange bird was too strong to use them. Three points, otherwise Wu Yi may not be able to win the strange bird so easily.

To be able to survive in this prison, the strange bird naturally has some abilities. For those creatures in the outside world who live a comfortable life, such injuries cannot be fully recovered in less than ten days and a half.

But for the strange bird, without the formation's extraction of life, it swallowed the extremely thin spiritual energy in the air, and the blood flowed again. The broken internal organs were spit out by the strange bird one by one, and the internal organs were restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Living in such a strange place, the strange bird has experienced many difficult and dangerous times, even life-and-death situations. Compared to others, this injury is relatively minor.

The strange bird lay respectfully on the ground, spread its wings, and said, "Master, please come up." Wu Yi hummed slightly and stood on its back.

Sensing the real weight, the strange bird was not sure for a moment whether the weight it felt was real or fake. It did not dare to think too much. It flapped its wings and soared up. The person on its back, It's so weird.

Wu Yi glanced at the strange bird under him and asked, "Did you have a name before?"

"Old——, cough, my parents died not long after I was born. I am in jail. I don't have a name. I just live a happy life. I don't know how many years I have lived. I live in a drunken life and die in dreams. That's it, no matter what. It's him." The strange bird covered up the slip of his tongue and said.

Wu Yi frowned slightly. It seemed that the strange bird was not a generation of prisoners, but a descendant of the prisoners. The Shui Tribe had existed for tens of thousands of years. Wu Yi could not guess the origin of the strange bird for a while.

"One day, I will definitely be able to leave this ghost place." Wu Yi seemed to be telling the strange bird, but also to himself.

When the strange bird heard this, its heart skipped a beat and its eyes moved around, fearing that someone else was nearby and causing trouble.

"Oh, my master! You can't say this nonsense. There are some scoundrels in this prison who specialize in inquiring about these things and reporting them to the superiors. If those people hear it, we won't be able to get away with it."

This was the first time Wu Yi heard about this, and he couldn't help but curiously asked: "There is such a thing. Have you ever seen these people?"

"How come I haven't seen it before? They are all prisoners. They are a group of people who have forgotten their ancestors. They use chicken feathers as arrows. They think they are something great." The strange bird said indignantly. At this moment, it at least reflects its loyalty and fighting spirit. , also made Wu Yi look at it with admiration.

The strange bird carefully looked around a few times again and said softly: "I met these dogs once and killed one of them." There was a sense of satisfaction in his words.

Wu Yi thought to himself: It seems that these people are indeed scoundrels. The Shui Tribe set up these people just to provoke internal conflicts among them, but they did not pay much attention to them, otherwise they would not be left unchecked by the strange birds to this day.

After a moment of silence, Wu Yi asked: "You have been imprisoned here for so long, and you haven't tried to escape from this place?"

A glimmer of light flashed in the strange bird's eyes. After listening to these words, combined with the previous questions, the person on his back seemed not to be a descendant of the prisoner, but a recent arrival. Could it be that when he first saw him, he was the one who was captured? Is it time to invest in this place? Why is he trapped here?

If the inner demon was here, he would be able to sense the strange bird's intentions, but if a person was here, he could also make a rough estimate. It seems that the strange bird has guessed something.

But it doesn't have much impact, it doesn't matter. Since he has guessed it, he doesn't have to explain it. If he doesn't even have this little understanding, he is not worthy of being Wu Yi's current means of transportation. He should have been reincarnated long ago.

Wu Yi coughed lightly and reminded him.

The strange bird reacted and said repeatedly: "Tried, tried, why didn't I try, not to mention the distant past, the most recent time, the leader of Qingshan tried to break out of this place, wasn't he intercepted and returned? He was seriously injured and has not recovered since then."

"The most recent time, when was that?"

"When the 573rd tumor grew on my head." The strange bird looked silly and cute, and Wu Yi's face was gray.

Wu Yi was shocked and realized the difficulty for a while. The sky was dark and there was no change of the sun and the moon, so there was no so-called year, and there was not even the most basic means of recording years.

It took a long time for Wu Yi to explain the method of timekeeping by year, month and day to the strange bird, and the conversation between the two was back on the same track.

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