Yang Shishi expected his sudden rise. He thought he could hold on for a while, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly lose control.

When Yang met his blood-stained red eyes, he was slightly stunned and immediately stood up and was about to reopen his spiritual veins, intending to stop the changes in the spiritual veins in his body and become a demon.

But she didn't expect that the boy was not as good as her wish. She raised her hand and rushed into her face with a surging spiritual fire. The smile on her lips was full of malice. She almost couldn't react and almost got burned to charcoal.

The wooden window beside the bed was slapped by him with his palm, and the young man's purple figure jumped down, but disappeared in just a blink of an eye.

"Damn..." Yang cursed angrily, climbed onto the bed and looked down by the window, but saw the boy who was worried that he would be killed by falling to death slightly on the branches extending out of the towering branches, and his body was flying. In a blink of an eye, he could only see a purple afterimage.

She patted the window angrily and chased with Zi Yunchen's breath.

The afterimages of red and purple were constantly chasing, passing through the desert from the towering trees, and then jumping across the river. Watching Zi Yunchen continue to slaughter and slaughter those monsters, most of which were lower than his cultivation. Moreover, he was lingering at the peak of the holy realm. Now that his transformation has caused his cultivation to soar, he has made him break through to the divine realm. Although she is born cold-blooded, she is still her people. She still feels unbearable when she sees falling down one by one. Besides, if Ye Qi or Xie Liang knows this, maybe how could he get rid of him!

She was angry and anxious, and finally blocked Zi Yunchen at the foot of a barren mountain.

There was no way, who made her reluctant to attack Zi Yunchen? Even though her cultivation level was high, she still asked him to escape every time, so that she had wasted such a long time.

Looking at another mutated pangolin falling under his feet, he looked at his blood stains, and his lips were stained with blood from the mutated pangolin. Over the days, he had been sucking the spiritual blood of the monsters, and his cultivation had a vague rhythm of breakthrough. After all, the spiritual power of the monster was concentrated on its whole body. He drank the most valuable blood on his body, and he actually asked him to refine the spiritual power. If the spiritual power did not soar, he would be sorry for the amount of blood he drank.

All I can say is that he really knows how to pick things to eat.

"Oh..." Yang thought, if she hadn't been the beast king now, then the act of indulging him to drink the blood of his own people would have been called a fool.

"Stand up and don't move, my king doesn't want to hurt you." After saying this, Yang Wuming wanted to sigh again. How many times have she said this?

Zi Yunchen opposite her was just a mouthful of blood. The originally glorious image of Yin Jing's boy had long disappeared. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head slightly, and his loose hair was also stuck to his lips, and he also swayed around as his head shaking. That look, it looked a little cute?

Ah! At that moment, Yang realized that he stood and slapped himself with whatever he was thinking. What are you thinking about? At this critical moment...

But the boy was still pretending to be ignorant and bared his teeth at her. Yang just wanted to say, "Young man, don't smile anymore, that red-toothed monster is cunning."

After all, she gritted her teeth cruelly as she raised her hand and slapped Zi Yunchen's chest with a thick stream of spiritual power, which made him fly several meters away from her lips. She spit out a few taels of blood from her lips. She looked like she could be used as a human specimen with a border.

I don’t want to take action, you have to force me!

She shook her head and buckled the boy who was almost inserted into the wall, and carried his belt behind her back with one hand. A faint purple spiritual fire rushed out of her palm, but in the blink of an eye, the mutated pangolin corpse below burned the ground to ashes.

She was about to lift her feet, but she found that eight human-shaped monsters gathered in front of her. Her hands were covered with crystal clear long tubes, about one meter long, and her face was staring at her with a solemn expression, "Please go with us."

Yang subconsciously tightened Zi Yunchen on his back, his face looked defensive, and then smiled again, "Bayu of the Beast Clan?"

Eight feathers refer to the feather tribe who only works for the Beast King lineage. They only obey the orders of the Beast King. They are not ordinary loyalty. The meaning is that she is not the Beast King now, even if she was before, they would not be afraid of her at all, because... they also have a spirit-scattering stick in their hands that can make people's spiritual power disperse, which is the Yin-transmissing tube in their hands...
Chapter completed!