Chapter 521: Subduing the Strange Bird

When Wu Yi used the Netherworld Dharma Eye, the whites of his eyes disappeared completely, turning into a dark black color, as if containing an abyss with no bottom.

The strange bird had no choice but to look directly into Wu Yi's eyes. Before, Wu Yi boiled him like a frog in warm water, and his spirit and energy were mostly depleted. He was also teased by the Shadow Escape Technique. At this moment, his soul was fixed by the Netherworld Dharma Eye, and he had no power to resist, which aroused the deepest fear in his heart.

Seeing that his soul was about to be stripped out, the strange bird screamed in horror: "I am willing! I am willing to be a cow or a horse! Please give me a break."

Wu Yi heard this and took the opportunity to retract the pair of scary eyes. If it was a minute later, even if the strange bird was willing, he would want to spare his life, but he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the desire of his Netherworld Dharma Body.

The Netherworld Dharma Body cultivated by the Netherworld Sutra is useful, but it naturally has a desire for souls, and it is a desire from the heart. If the Netherworld Dharma Body is used more, it must swallow a few souls from time to time to suppress this desire.

Luckily escaping with its life, the strange bird tried to breathe like a fish jumping onto the shore, and at the same time used up its blood and qi to repair its internal organs crushed by Wu Yi.

Wu Yi's eyes flashed with a faint light, and he said loudly: "Since you are willing to work for me like a cow and a horse, you can't do it without a contract. Separate a soul to show your loyalty."

A trace of regret flashed in the eyes of the strange bird, but it also knew that it had to pay something today to escape this disaster. It gritted its teeth and forced out a stream of blood, but saw that the blood was crystal clear, and a phantom figure could be seen faintly in it. Once the blood and qi were gone, the strange bird seemed to have lost half of its life and fell to the ground powerlessly.

The strange bird took the path of strength, nourishing its essence with spirit, and the spiritual energy flowed through the blood of the hundred meridians, and the spirit was also placed in the blood, so this scene would occur.

Wu Yi looked at this drop of blood essence, and directly swallowed the soul inside into his eyes, suppressing it under the stone tablet world of the sea of ​​consciousness, so that if the Netherworld Dharma Body has the desire to devour souls one day, it will be better to preserve this soul.

With this soul, it will be much easier to pursue the original owner or practice the art of aversion in the future. It depends on whether the strange bird knows the fun.

"Get up, lie on the ground and pretend to be dead!" Wu Yi shouted. As Wu Yi spoke, the array pattern arranged here before was also erased. Because of the existence of those array patterns, the strange bird could not use three points of its strength before, otherwise Wu Yi might not be able to take down the strange bird so easily.

To be able to survive in this prison, the strange bird naturally has some skills. For those creatures living comfortably in the outside world, such injuries will not be fully recovered without ten days or half a month.

But for the strange bird, without the array pattern to extract vitality, it devoured the extremely thin spiritual energy in the air, and the blood and qi flowed again. The broken internal organs were spit out one by one by the strange bird, and the internal organs recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Living in this strange place, the strange bird has experienced many difficult times, even life-and-death situations. Compared with others, this injury is still light.

The strange bird lay on the ground respectfully, spread its wings, and said: "Master, please come up." Wu Yi hummed slightly and stood on its back.

Sensing the real weight, the strange bird was not sure whether the weight it sensed was true or false for a while, and did not dare to think too much. It flapped its wings and soared up. The person on its back was really too weird.

Wu Yi glanced at the strange bird under him and asked: "Did you have a name before?"

"Old——, cough, my parents died shortly after I was born, and I was imprisoned. How could I have a name? I just lived a happy life. Until now, I don't know how many years I have lived. I live a life of drunkenness and dream. So be it, who cares." The strange bird covered up the slip of the tongue and said embarrassedly.

Wu Yi frowned slightly. It seems that the strange bird is not a prisoner of the first generation, but a descendant of prisoners. The water tribe has existed for tens of thousands of years. Wu Yi could not guess the origin of the strange bird for a while.

"One day, I will definitely be able to leave this hellhole." Wu Yi seemed to be talking to the strange bird, but also to himself.

The strange bird heard the words, and his heart skipped a beat. His eyes moved around, fearing that there were other people nearby and causing trouble.

"Oh, my master! You can't say that. There are some lackeys in this prison who specialize in finding out these things and reporting to the superiors. If they hear us, we will be in trouble."

This was the first time Wu Yi heard about this, and he couldn't help but ask curiously: "There is such a thing. Have you ever seen these people?"

"How could I not have seen them? They are all prisoners, a group of people who forgot their ancestors and took chicken feathers as a token of authority, thinking they were something great." The strange bird said indignantly. At this moment, at least it showed its loyalty and fighting spirit, which also made Wu Yi look at it with new eyes.

The strange bird carefully glanced around again and whispered: "Once I met these dogs and killed some of them." There was a bit of complacency in his words.

Wu Yi thought to himself: It seems that these people are indeed lackeys. The water tribe set up these people just to provoke conflicts within them, and they didn't take them seriously, otherwise the strange bird would not have been at large until now.

After a moment of silence, Wu Yi asked: "You have been imprisoned here for so long, have you never tried to escape from this place?"

A glimmer of light flashed in the strange bird's eyes. Hearing this, combined with the previous question, the person on his back seemed not to be a descendant of the people in this prison, but a recent arrival. Could it be that when he first saw him, he was thrown into this place? Why was he trapped here?

If the inner demon was here, he would be able to sense the strange bird's intentions, but if a person was here, he could also make a rough estimate. It seems that the strange bird has guessed something.

But it doesn't have much impact, it doesn't matter. Since he has guessed it, he doesn't have to explain it. If he doesn't even have this little understanding, he is not worthy of being Wu Yi's current means of transportation. He should have been reincarnated long ago.

Wu Yi coughed lightly and reminded him.

The strange bird reacted and said repeatedly: "Tried, tried, why didn't I try, not to mention the distant past, the most recent time, the leader of Qingshan tried to break out of this place, wasn't he intercepted and returned? He was seriously injured and has not recovered since then."

"The most recent time, when was that?"

"When the 573rd tumor grew on my head." The strange bird looked silly and cute, and Wu Yi's face was gray.

Wu Yi was shocked and realized the difficulty for a moment. The sky was dark and there was no change of the sun and the moon, so there was no so-called year, and there was not even the most basic means of recording years.

It took a long time for Wu Yi to explain the method of timekeeping by year, month and day to the strange bird, and the conversation between the two was back on the same track.

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