Lan Yao seemed to have guessed something before. There were not many surprises at this moment. After taking out the blood flag, he glanced at the young man named Feng.

While casting spells to stimulate, words are spoken.

"Feng Dao Youguo is an extraordinary person. He sacrificed twenty million of his own bloodline members with his blood. He acted so decisively. He will definitely be a high-flying person in the future."

Lan Yao was obviously still a little dissatisfied with the word "tongue-in-cheek" before, and now she spoke sarcastically!

As he spoke, the blood flag in his hand roared, and the blood mist inside it flew out with countless souls, heading straight for the young man named Feng.

When the young man surnamed Feng heard the words, there was a cold glint in his eyes, but he held back and raised his hand to grab it. The blood mist and soul immediately spread all over his body.

The blood mist and soul are integrated into the body.

The next moment, the wings on his back disappeared, and the third eye between his eyebrows also disappeared. The whole person seemed to have no trace of the Demon Feather Clan. Instead, his body squirmed, and a second head sprouted from his neck.

The Liao Xuan lineage all have two heads.

After doing this, the fashionable young man took a deep breath and spat out another mouthful of blood, which fell on the mud wall. The stagnant melt there suddenly increased in speed.

In just ten breaths, a passage about ten feet in size was revealed.

Seeing this, Lan Yao's expression finally became excited, and the young man named Feng was even more so. His body swayed, and he was about to rush away, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Chapter completed!