Before Yang Muyun turned around, he saw a pair of black wings. The texture was clear, brightly black and dazzlingly black, all of which were as big as the trash mobile games.
This is not a flesh wing, but is condensed purely by the power of darkness, and there are dense runes flowing on each dark feather.
But when Yang Muyun saw these big wings, the first thing he thought of was the Fallen Angel.
There are two types of angels, one is the symbol of light and the other is the symbol of darkness.
In the past religious legend, the latter was caused by the fall of the angel of light into darkness, but now it seems that it is clearly nonsense.
This wing is just an external manifestation of energy, and is the embodiment of cultivating a certain kind of martial arts, similar to the three flowers gathering on the top and the five energys facing the Yuan.
A ball of dark energy rose behind the little phoenix, turning into the prototype of two wings.
The outline is blurred and the details are missing, just like two balls of cotton.
The little phoenix flew to Yang Muyun crookedly, "Master, can you teach me how to fly?"
He was surprised shortly after he was born, and the little phoenix did not have time to receive orthodox teaching and training.
Although there is a power inheritance in the bloodline, I don’t know that I am the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
Yang Muyun raised his hand and covered the little phoenix's head, and enlightened him to convey his understanding and insights.
The dark energy behind the little phoenix immediately squirmed rapidly, and quickly stretched and flat.
Just like the master's PS works, it changes at a dazzling speed.
Every blink of an eye is a qualitative change, and soon it becomes a pair of dark wings with deep colors, exquisite appearance and complex texture.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Fenghuang's men were amazed again.
Unfortunately, they had already knelt on the ground. Unless they dug three feet below their knees, they could not express their admiration at all.
The entire dark world practices the power of darkness.
Although the bloodline is complicated, in terms of strength, the same clan and the same origin.
This God of Earth has achieved such high and deep knowledge in the power of darkness.
The supreme skills of the Black Phoenix clan were achieved by just reading them once. This qualification made thousands of people present feel ashamed.
They are all members and vassals of the Black Phoenix Clan, and they have also been given the practice techniques.
However, no one has reached the highest level.
Among the entire Black Phoenix Clan, only Wang successfully practiced and practiced for three thousand years with his peerless qualifications.
As for others, they have not been able to achieve success even in a thousand years, and they are even hopeless forever.
"The king has made this move right!"
"Miss has followed the right person."
"Our clan is just around the corner!"
The light wings behind the little phoenix squirted, and then two more swishes were heard, and a pair of flesh wings stretched out, and the light wings attached to the flesh wings like films.
Even Yang Muyun was stunned by this scene.
Can this still be done?
No wonder it is the exercises of the Black Phoenix clan, which turned out to be tailor-made.
Yang Muyun thought carefully about the practice method, and confirmed it with the practice method in the rules of Buddhism, Taoism and Holy Light, and then dismantled it.
A pure set of methods of practicing dark power was quickly broken down from the Great Dark Heaven's Technique.
After looking at a thousand dark creatures with fanatical eyes, Yang Muyun preached again.
When these thousand people came, they had signed a contract and became their own team. Yang Muyun has always been generous to his own people.
This time I talk about the Dark Sky.
Yang Muyun explained his understanding and thoughts about the martial arts, and at the same time he was mixed with the interpretation of darkness in the power of light.
All a thousand people suddenly realized. The black light surged in many people's bodies, and their flesh wings bounced out unconsciously. The dark energy rolled around like clouds, wrapped around the surface of their wings, flowing through the gaps between their feathers.
Looking at the thousand people entering meditation, Yang Muyun stood up quietly and left with the little phoenix.
"Are you still used to it here?"
Yang Muyun felt very pity for this little girl who was raped when she was just born, and she unconsciously cared more.
Little Phoenix answered very well. The people here were very friendly, especially the seven vegetarians, who took special care of her.
Yang Muyun felt in his heart, didn’t the seven boys just look at their bodies? Are they still responsible for them?
Just seven men and one woman, what will happen in the future?
Could it be that it turned into a gourd little king?
this……
It seems that it's not impossible.
If you just do this, is morally immoral? Is the law not the law?
Yang Muyun suddenly thought of a question, "Do you have a name?"
Little Phoenix shook her head and said there was no.
She hasn't grown up yet, and she doesn't have a real name, and she hasn't even had time to get her nickname.
While Yang Muyun was thinking about his name, the little phoenix suddenly said, "The grass and the trees and the trees gave me a name."
"Oh, what's the name?"
These seven boys don’t have names, so they even name them?
"They said that they were called Big Wa, Er Wa, San Wa... They were born on the same day. They were younger than them, so they should be Ba Wa."
Yang Muyun was speechless, "You are a girl, how can you call Bawa?"
"Yes, so they changed my name to Xiaoba."
Yang Muyun:...
"No girl has a name like this, it sounds so ugly. Change it."
Xiao Fenghuang said again: "They call their elder brothers the eldest and second brothers, and said that when they have the ninth and tenth brothers, I can be the eighth brother."
"Ahem... there is no ninth one. You will never be the eighth brother in your life."
Little Phoenix feels wronged.
Why can't there be a ninth one? Can't you be a sister for yourself?
"Xiao Ba!"
"At, master."
At first I thought Xiaoba was not nice, but compared to Laoba, Xiaoba was not unacceptable.
"I'll give you a name, how about Lucifer?"
Xiao Ba nodded, but there was no joy on his face.
"Where are brothers, can you name them too?"
them?
Yang Muyun is too lazy to afford it. The original author uses the same mold in order to save trouble, and he still hopes to name them separately?
Besides, no name is used to have a charm.
"That's it!" Yang Muyun said in an undeniable tone: "Starting tomorrow, you will lead the guards to inspect various places and promote my reputation. As for those craftsmen, please participate in the construction and transformation of the territory!"
All the craftsmen of the Black Phoenix clan are talents, and their attainments are absolutely high.
According to the meaning of the Black Phoenix parents, these people came to build a palace for their daughter, but Yang Muyun was so stupid.
Any palace you want, go to open mountains, build roads, and build bridges.
What are the benefits of these Black Phoenix tribes?
First of all, as a dark version of angel, there is nothing to say about cultivation and strength. One carries a brick and packs, and one biological engineering equipment consumes two steamed buns a hundred kilometers.
Secondly, you can fly, no scaffolding, no crane, no tower crane or something, and you can start construction directly, whether it is mountains or cliffs.
Finally, no money.
Yang Muyun has realized the importance of the Caucasus region.
There is a long border between the civilized world and the North, and the dividing lines are mostly natural deserts, snow-capped mountains, and rivers.
These terrains are usually natural dangers or even pedigrees, far from being able to compete with human power, and there are many dangerous creatures living and lingering.
And the Caucasus region, especially the canyon corridor, is like a green passage.
Hundreds of kilometers north and south, all of them are smooth roads, and there is protection from the Moon God and the Wolf God here. It has been cleaned up for thousands of years, and there are no dangerous creatures in the range.
Now all this has fallen into Yang Muyun's hands.
Other barbarian tribes will naturally move when they hear the news, and they all want to come and take shortcuts and take shortcuts.
The Beast Soul Tribe is not the first, nor will it be the last one.
"Do you really want to kill one?"
Although one man is at the gate, it is very cool to have ten thousand men.
But the impact in the process is not something that ordinary people can enjoy.
Yang Muyun is not a masochist, so she doesn't want others to attack him.
It still needs strength!
Yang Muyun clenched his fists, "As long as I am strong enough, big enough, hard enough, no one dares to make me think about it!"