Of course, the soul of the demon bird was long destroyed at the moment of death. There was no soul power in the essence and blood of this life, which caused almost no obstacles in Zhang Yang's absorption process.

Hurry!

Zhang Yang stood up, and a thick layer of dry mud on his body shattered and fell to the ground.

"Well? I don't know if this layer of dry mud is a layer of impurities tempered from my body or the dust in the surrounding air? Or, there are both?"

He sighed and looked down.

I saw that the waxy cuticle of myself, which was originally a golden color, was originally pleasing to the eye. However, with the overlapping and uneven shape of the cuticle, it looks ugly no matter how you look.

There was no change in other aspects. The same face was ferocious, the same muscles were kneaded, and the same minions were sharp...

Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly. No matter how he evolved, the more he evolved, the uglier he became. It seems that the dream of becoming a handsome man is to be realized.

Waving your arms, an explosive sense of power surged out, which was definitely not comparable to that of the original one.

By chance this time, I merged with the blood of demon birds, and my power was greatly increased, and I looked more than several times.

Just think about it, this kind of demon bird is likely to be an existence in some ancient legend. How can the benefits obtained by integrating its essence and blood?

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