Reborn as Xiao in another world, targeted by the little red bird

Xiao glanced behind him and suddenly heard Bingyu speak: "It's been a while since I had such a good fight. The last one was the one with Lao Su before I went into seclusion. Jinpeng, how about we fight again?"

"Still fighting?" Xiao looked at Bingyu puzzledly.

"Of course, but it definitely won't be a repeat of what we did just now." Bingyu smiled confidently, stretched out his hand to grab the gun shadow beside his throat, and snapped his fingers with his other hand, and the ice sword hanging on the back of Xiao's neck collapsed.

"Don't you and I still have one trick that we haven't used yet?" Suddenly, a flying snow came from the side and wrapped up Bingyu. A powerful air wave erupted with him as the center, and Xiao was pushed back several steps.

"Ice Luan is here to protect you!"

The drifting snow wrapped in the icy rain exploded, and large pieces of ice crystals hit Xiao's mask and body. When the icy mist dissipated and revealed a figure, Xiao's breathing stagnated.

At this time, Bingyu still looked like a human, but she had changed her clothes. Her long hair, which was originally neatly tied up, had spread out, and the green hair accessories like two streamers swayed in the cold wind, looking like the crests of birds. The hem of her clothes was like seven green feathers, floating in the air and forming its own shape, unaffected by the surrounding environment.

Xiao: Balala the Fairy changes completely?

Bingyu stretched out her hand, which had turned into a claw. An ice feather appeared and spun on it. "Jin Peng, why don't you open your bloodline? Do you want to continue fighting me in this state? You can. You are very courageous."

Xiao had already realized what was going on. This was beast transformation, but could one change clothes while transforming into a beast? He had never seen it before. However, this new outfit was pretty cool, and he wanted to get a set of the same style.

Beast transformation...how should I do it?

"No way, are you really going to keep fighting me like this?" Bingyu's beastly eyes suddenly showed an expression of disbelief, "Damn it..."

The green wind gathered, and even the space was faintly shaking. The noise made by Xiao was louder than the ice rain, and lasted longer.

After fighting for so long, Bingyu showed a serious look for the first time. He stared at the violent tornado nervously and muttered to himself: "Is this the complete release of bloodline power? Although the formation here can minimize the impact of various side effects, if you are going to risk your life, then they can't do anything."

"No, we have to interrupt it." A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Bingyu's eyes. He waved his hand, and a huge magic circle appeared behind him. An endless stream of icicles poured out of it and shot towards the green storm.

At this moment, the storm collapsed, and the dissipated air waves crushed all the ice crystals into pieces. Even the ice rain that was a certain distance away had to stop attacking and concentrate on defending against the aftermath.

After the storm dissipated, the huge figure hidden in it was finally revealed. It was a huge blue bird of prey with golden feathers on its wings. When it spread out, it blocked out the sun. There was also a small tuft of purple hair on its forehead, which looked like a diamond.

Bingyu, who was closest to him, also discovered that the bird actually had red eye shadow! He had lived for twenty years, and this was the first time he had seen a bird with eye shadow. It was really cool.

The appearance of this bird immediately ignited the atmosphere at the scene. It was the first time for everyone present to see this level of bestiality, and the key is that it was still handsome.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway. Unlike the audience, when this happened in the competition, the official personnel were already anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Why hadn't anyone here seen this before? That was because it was rare to find someone who could do this, and anyone who didn't have the ability but wanted to do it would end up like the monster bloodline who failed to survive and was swallowed by evil thoughts. Everyone cherished their lives, and would not do something that would surely kill them unless they had no other choice.

In this situation, the formation cannot be cut off directly. It is a small matter if the mutated soul suddenly returns to the body and overturns the house. However, if the soul forgets the way back, the direction of events will be unpredictable.

Similar things have happened in the arena before, and there have been successful cases, but this is not the arena of Tiancheng, so the best plan at the moment is to ask experienced colleagues. But the problem is that no one can remember which colleague this happened to.

Bingyu looked at the blue bird of prey, and a vague memory that did not belong to him suddenly surfaced and became clear. He blurted out a name: "Golden-winged Peng... King?"

"No wonder his code name is Jin Peng." He complained, and then added: "One of the Nine Youngsters, this is difficult. I hope he can still maintain his own identity."

As Jin Peng's eyes locked on Bing Yu, the aura of ancient ferocity pressed towards him. Just by staring at each other for a moment, he felt a burning pain, as if he was burned. If he was not in a partial beast state and had not been significantly improved in all aspects, he would not be able to withstand the pressure of the moment and the double attack of the soul.

"Karma fire on the body?" Another paragraph popped up in Bingyu's mind. After reading the content, his expression became more serious. "No wonder I feel burned. I hope the people outside can be more powerful. If this thing gets out, everyone will die with this kind of indiscriminate soul attack."

"Wait." His eyes suddenly widened. He actually caught a familiar breath in this pressure, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Jin Peng only looked at Bingyu for a moment before looking away. It seemed to have retained some consciousness and did not launch a frantic attack like in previous cases. It just turned its head to look around.

"Xiao?" Bingyu called out a name in surprise.

When the evil weapon spirit took over Xiao's body, the aura it revealed was not only his own, but also part of the Golden Winged Peng King's. He still remembered what happened that day very clearly. When he thought that the fate of that legendary senior brother might happen to him again, like a curse, he felt indescribably aggrieved.

In this situation, the evil weapon spirit must have failed to seize the body. This should be a good result if what happened today had not happened.

He sought strength for his friend, but upon his return he could only fight his friend who had been possessed by a demon...

When Jin Peng heard the call, he stopped looking around and looked at Bingyu from afar, with a look of strangeness and alienation in his eyes.

Seeing Jin Peng's reaction, Bing Yu was delighted. It seemed that he still had his sanity. But before he could be happy for a few more seconds, Jin Peng, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly moved. It climbed up rapidly, its figure became blurred, and it stabbed towards the false sky like a sharp spear.

"Not good!" Bingyu was shocked. He wanted to get out of the small world created by the formation.

The wind-attributed energy on the field surged, and suddenly a strong wind blew. He almost couldn't keep his balance and became a helpless fallen leaf in the wind.

We have to lower its aggressiveness first.

Thinking of this, he took out a flute and put it to his lips.

"The actors and actresses sing the song "In the mirror"

In this harsh environment with howling winds, a pleasant sound miraculously came out of the flute. This sound was like the cry of some kind of bird, revealing a sense of loneliness. The sound even crossed the boundary of the formation and affected the people outside.

Just like a sudden downpour that extinguished a fire, the originally lively audience seats quickly became quiet, with faint sobbing sounds coming from the audience. Even the staff who were rushing to deal with this emergency situation became depressed, looking like deflated balloons. The corridors and rooms became lifeless, and their work efficiency also dropped rapidly.

The golden roc that was piercing the sky paused. It was stunned for a moment, and suddenly let out a mournful cry, full of unwillingness and pain. Even the wind and snow mourned for it.

Bingyu groaned, and the sound of the flute was interrupted. In a trance, he seemed to see a battlefield filled with smoke, and a small figure kneeling among the broken weapons, with two lines of blood and tears that were somewhat dazzling.

By the time he came to his senses, the sharp edge was already in front of him.