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

The two Xiaos looked at the silver bird that appeared in their consciousness with vigilance. It looked like an eagle but not an eagle, and it exuded a very dangerous aura. This was clearly their territory, but because of its appearance, they felt that they had no control over it.

"Hmm? Two souls? Haha, quite interesting." Ling chuckled and walked towards them.

"Stop." "Xiao" raised his hand and pushed Xiao behind him, half-closed his eyes, a dangerous light flashed in his blue eyes, and his whole body revealed resistance.

"Xiao": Although I can't beat him, I can't lose momentum.

"What if I refuse?" Ling looked at the two people in front of him jokingly.

"whispering sound."

As Ling moved forward, the two Xiaos also slowly retreated, resulting in the distance between them not being shortened.

"I have finally understood the relationship between you two. In that case, let's end this boring little trick." Ling spread his wings, stirring up a snowstorm, blowing Xiao away, while "Xiao" was fixed in place by the ice. He came in front of "Xiao" and stared at the pair of blue eyes that only showed murderous intent: "You are the strongest here, I just need to control you."

"Xiao" had a bad feeling in his heart and resolutely turned his face away, but was forcibly pulled back by Ling. Gradually, the murderous intent in the blue pupils faded, and a layer of confusion emerged.

Xiao finally managed to control his frozen limbs and prop himself up from the ground. When he looked up, he saw this scene. He became anxious and called out in panic, "Xiao!"

Seeing a glimmer of clarity in Xiao's eyes, Ling cast a fierce look at Xiao: "A [key] must have the awareness of a [key], stay here and don't do anything bad." He thought, and several thick icicles smashed down beside Xiao, nailing him to the ground. The icicles gave off a biting chill, and Xiao felt that his soul was frozen, and he no longer had the energy to care about anything other than himself.

A fishy wind suddenly blew to the side of Ling. It turned out that "Xiao" had woken up and transformed into its true form - a black peng bird that broke free from the blockade of ice and wanted to fly into the sky.

"Do you think you can escape from my grasp?" Ling closed his eyes leisurely. Countless ice chains emerged from all directions, locking onto the black bird's claws, wings, and neck, and forcibly dragging him down from the air. After he landed, more ice chains entangled his body, making him unable to move. The dark black gale circulated around him, but could only leave shallow marks on the ice chains.

Ling opened his eyes and was about to walk towards the place where the black bird had landed, but a red feather blocked his way. The next moment, the feather transformed into a small red bird.

Ling seemed to have heard something interesting, with a hint of joy in his eyes: "Give you a favor? Who do you think you are? You are just a remnant soul that can only exert a little strength by relying on the nourishment of other people's blood power. What qualifications do you have to make demands on me? Even if you come in person, it will be the same."

"You have lived for a long time, why do you still naively think that the abandoned will pay attention to the request of the retained?" Ling's eyes became sharp, and he flapped his wings to let the little red bird go. The cold wind whistled, and an icicle suddenly grew on the ground, trapping the little red bird inside.

"But I still want to thank you for leaving me with a body with such great potential."

……

The leader of Zhenjiao Sect waved his long sleeves and said, "I'll go over and take a look. You guys leave here first."

Before the two could make any move, a startling eagle cry was heard from the black fog. Frost spread from the black fog, and the golden sand was instantly covered with a layer of frost. The three hurriedly retreated, so they were not frozen to the ground. The air was getting colder and colder, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The black fog stirred, and a large bird with blue and white stripes jumped out from it. It flew over the three people's heads, looked up to the sky and whistled. The biting cold wind swept across the earth, and wherever it passed, large patches of ice flowers bloomed in an instant. Sparse ice crystals fell from the sky, swaying in the wind, cleansing all the filth between heaven and earth.

"This is..." The leader of the Zhenjiao Sect looked at the big bird flying in the sky from afar, his pupils shrank, revealing an expression of disbelief: "Twelve Star Gods... No, it's a demon beast, how is it possible?! How can such a thing exist in the mortal world?!" The disciple with the best qualifications and the most rebelliousness I have ever taught is only of the bloodline of a ten-star divine beast. That is the orphan of the royal family of the human race. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the most talented person in the world.

As for why he was sure that this was from the mortal world, it was naturally because if the sects in the immortal world allowed their own talented disciples to come to the Dragon Bone Abyss, they would inform the leader of the Zhenjiao Sect in advance. After that, they would take some insurance measures for these disciples to avoid the evil weapon spirits from sensing them as much as possible. In the past, there might be disciples with excellent qualifications who were not discovered for various reasons and then were abducted by the evil weapon spirits. However, this happened because the inheritance beast did not have so much energy and did not want to identify the blood of every disciple in the sect, but this situation would not happen now. Yuanliu launched a stele that can detect the quality of blood. Now every disciple in the sect knows his approximate blood, and the sect leaders will let the outstanding disciples go to the inheritance beast for another identification.

"Master, this is..." The oppressive feeling in the air grew heavier, and Su Qiukong looked at the Master of Zhenjiao Sect with some concern.

"The art of human-spirit fusion is a method of escape developed by evil weapon spirits." The leader of the Zhenjiao Sect's eyes darkened. "Using the weapon itself as a shell, they fully stimulate the host's blood power to give it shape, and then use their own soul to control it, thus temporarily transforming into a lifelike giant beast that can exert their abilities. As for the price, if they are still unable to escape by the end of the duration of this art, they will sleep for hundreds or even thousands of years due to the loss of the weapon."

"Host... So the true form of this big bird is Xiao?" Ci Feng showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and then asked anxiously: "What about the original soul?"

"Who is Xiao? The one you mentioned before, the one besides us? As for his original spirit, it was naturally suppressed." The leader of Zhenjiao Sect paused, "Or, the word 'control' might be more appropriate."

"Then is there any way to rescue the host?"

"Just defeat it, but the current situation..." The leader of the Zhenjiao Sect looked at the big bird in the sky and ordered in a deep voice: "Hurry out and ask the inherited beast to come out. Also, let the deputy leader ask the gods for help, although it seems that there is not much hope."

"Human, do you want to escape?"

As soon as the voice fell, the inexplicably unbearable chill in the air slowly retreated to an acceptable level. At the same time, the guard puppet next to it suddenly exploded, and the big bird in the sky teleported directly to another location.

"If you act rashly, this will be the outcome. Don't compete with me in speed, and don't challenge my patience." Ling looked down at the three people below, and then sighed softly: "Is this the feeling of taking off all the shackles? It's been a long time since I felt this way."

"This..." Ci Feng and Su Qiukong looked at each other, and finally looked at the Sect Master together. What happened today was beyond their understanding.

"Listen to Him." This was the sect master's reply.

"Human, have you thought of your last words?" Ling landed in front of the three people.

(PS: I can no longer distinguish between him, it and him)