Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 406: Bifang, Eat It.
"Fuck you!"

Bifang stared at Gao Yang above him, and felt that the person in front of him was shrouded in a layer of hazy blood light.

I don’t know if it was because its eyes were filled with bloodshot, or because Gao Yang himself had such a strong bloodshot look.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. Don't you know that words can cause trouble?" Gao Yang thrust his sword into Bifang's chest and abdomen, the tip of the sword piercing through. "I originally just wanted to take a look and kill some monsters here so I could enter the Dragon Valley.

You, on the other hand, start swearing as soon as you come in. What's the matter? Have you been spoiled at home for so long that you can't recognize reality anymore?"

Bifang's eyes were red, and it flapped its wings continuously, with flames burning and extinguishing on its body.

It stared at Gao Yang and shouted, "If you want to kill me or cut me up, come and do it. If I even cry out in pain, I'll be your grandson, you bastard!"

Gao Yang pulled out the Black Diamond and stuck it into the gravel beside him.

He stretched out his dragon claws and grabbed the base of Bifang's wings that were flapping continuously. A huge force came, but Gao Yang only used a little force, and Bifang's wings could no longer move.

"When I was little, I particularly wanted to celebrate two holidays: National Day and Spring Festival. I wanted to celebrate National Day because I could have a full week off. With such a long time, I had plenty of time to earn a living.

Another one is the Spring Festival, because every Spring Festival, the director would kill chickens for us to eat, and the chicken wrapped in sauce is so delicious.

So every time, I would step forward and help the dean catch the chickens."

As Gao Yang reminisced about the past in a slow tone, Bifang became more and more panicked.

It struggled hard, trying to break free from Gao Yang's restraints, but in the face of absolute power, all its efforts were in vain.

"Killing a chicken is also very particular and requires two people to work together, but when manpower is tight, one person can also do it."

Gao Yang said as he pushed Bifang to the ground and stepped on its single leg, "You have saved me a lot of trouble because you only have one leg, but this is not good because if you do this, I will have to eat one less chicken leg.

When I was little, chicken legs were eaten by me and a few others, but when I grew up, the chicken legs became the turn of my younger brothers and sisters.”

As Gao Yang spoke, he pressed his knees on the base of Bifang's wings. This position fixed Bifang firmly to the ground, while Gao Yang's hands were freed.

"So, you said so much to grandpa, do you want to scare your grandpa Bifang? My dear grandson, call me grandpa, and I will feed you a chicken leg myself." Bifang was not at all disappointed and continued to talk bad.

Gao Yang looked at Bi Fang in silence, and suddenly said, "After all this talk, you still don't understand. Forget it."

After saying that, he grabbed Bifang's head with one hand, bent its head backwards, and bent its neck into a "C" shape.

Then he reached out and plucked the feathers from Bifang's protruding neck. He didn't pluck many, just a circle.

"This way the blood won't get stained by the feathers."

Gao Yang said with satisfaction, then he held the Bifang's wing root in his hand again, holding it and walked towards the black sword inserted beside him.

As he watched the sword blade getting closer and closer, Bifang started talking more and more trash, and it became more and more unpleasant.

Perhaps it also knew that death was approaching, but it still refused to give in.

"Fuck you, when have I ever been afraid? I'm telling you, I have the mark of the Bifang ancestor on my body. If you kill me, the ancestor of our Bifang clan will definitely not let you go.

Come on, come on, Grandpa wants to see how long you can stay free."

Bifang continued to roar, "I'm not afraid to tell you, even if you kill my body, my soul will only return to my clan. It won't take long for me to hatch it again. By then, I'm afraid you will be dead and have no place to bury your body."

"Oh? The soul returned to the clan's land?"

Gao Yang's hand paused slightly, then he looked at Bifang with a forced smile and said, "Maybe, but when you hatch, do you think you will see the ancestor of your clan or me again?"

Bifang was stunned and didn't understand what Gao Yang meant.

However, Gao Yang had already grasped the Black Jade with one hand, and the strong fighting spirit mixed with will was poured into the blade, making the Black Jade blade emit a dazzling light.

Then, Gao Yang grasped Bifang's head again and swept its neck across the sword blade.

snort~
A trace of pain appeared in Bifang's mind, and the pain soon magnified to a level that it could no longer accept.

The brilliant light of will attached to the wound on its neck, preventing it from healing on its own.

It could only watch the endless stream of blood flowing out of the wound on its neck, especially as it was being held upside down by Gao Yang in an extremely humiliating posture.

"You bastard, I will definitely kill you!"

Bifang spoke intermittently. He looked at the huge porcelain basin placed under him, anger rising in his heart, but the strength in his body was quickly disappearing as his blood flowed.

Unexpectedly, just when Bifang was about to faint from excessive blood loss, Gao Yang actually picked it up, and then the light of will on its wound quickly dissipated.

Without the interference of the radiance of will, Bifang's powerful physique began to take effect. The wound quickly stopped, and the powerful physique began to produce blood. A trickle of blood began to flow again in the body, which made Bifang wake up with a breath.

Bifang looked at Gao Yang who was still in front of him, and suddenly didn't understand why he did this.

But just half an hour later, as Bifang's struggle became stronger and stronger, it also understood why Gao Yang did this.

Gao Yang once again pressed its neck against Heiyao's blade. With a powerful slash, the wound, which had been healing, was torn open again, and a trickle of blood poured out. "You bastard, I swear to you, I will extract your soul and refine your spirit! Cut you into pieces!"

Bifang stared at Gao Yang with gritted teeth, as if he wanted to engrave the appearance of this hybrid in the depths of his memory.

Let me ask, why did Gao Yang keep letting Bifang heal his wounds, regenerate blood, and then continue bleeding?

The reason is simple. Bifang is controlled by him and cannot get any energy replenishment at all. In this case, what is the source of energy for its blood production? Naturally, it can only be the other party's original energy.

The original energy is related to the soul. If too much original energy is consumed, the soul will naturally become weaker and weaker. When the soul is extremely weak, is it possible for this Bifang to return to the clan?

Gao Yang didn’t know the answer, but he thought the possibility was not that high.

After repeating this for more than ten times, Bifang's eyes had become dull, which was a sign that his soul energy was about to be exhausted.

It no longer had the desire to speak, and didn't even have the energy to curse Gao Yang.

Gao Yang looked at it, grabbed its neck, and slammed it towards the black diamond stuck in the ground.

With a slight "puff", Bifang was beheaded.

A weak soul energy escaped from its body. Gao Yang instantly dropped the Bifang corpse in his hand, grabbed Hei Yao, and his willpower burst out fiercely. The sword energy enveloped the space around him.

Dense sword marks emitting golden light instantly spread throughout the entire space. These were sword strikes that contained Gao Yang's strong will.

After doing all this, Gao Yang didn't care whether the Bifang's soul returned to the tribe.

He put away his sword and began to deal with the slaughtered Bifang's body.

Soon, all of Bifang's feathers were plucked out, leaving only a bald, headless bird lying on the ground.

Gao Yang cut off a whole wing, washed it with clean water from his backpack, and then began to grill the Bifang wing directly over the fire in the canyon.

What remained in the canyon was the Samadhi True Fire, which was extremely powerful. Although Bifang had a very high resistance to its own fire, it had been skewered on the grill at this time, so it naturally could not resist the fire as it did when it was alive.

In less than half an hour, a rich aroma of meat wafted around Gao Yang.

Although no seasoning was added, the meat had a strange spicy flavor, mixed with the oil dripping from the wings, which made people's appetites whetted.

Gao Yang held the grilled wing, which was bigger than him, and sat cross-legged on a clean boulder. He then took out spices from his backpack and sprinkled them on the grilled wing. Immediately, a richer aroma of meat wafted out.

Gao Yang couldn't bear it any longer and took a bite of the grilled wings.

Suddenly, a rich aroma of meat rushed into Gao Yang's nostrils, and the rich juice overflowed. Gao Yang narrowed his eyes with happiness.

There is a big difference between Bifang meat and Bailong meat. If Bailong meat is cool with a hint of spiciness, then Bifang meat is like grilled wings with devilish spiciness. When you take a bite, the spicy mixture with the aroma of meat rushes straight to your head.

But it is so addictive that you just want to eat it up mouthful after mouthful.

It took Gao Yang more than half an hour to finish all the grilled wings.

At this moment, his whole body was filled with warmth, and this warmth seemed to be nourishing his heart, or to be more precise, nourishing the scorching sun furnace that was integrated with his heart.

Gao Yang opened his own attributes and saw that his total amount of fighting spirit was rising at a slow but steady pace.

Soon, the climb exceeded two hundred points, and the speed did not slow down at all, but became faster and faster.

The climb didn't begin to slow down until it exceeded two thousand points.

In the end, the increase in the total amount of fighting spirit stopped at 3,100 points.

In other words, just one Bifang wing increased Gao Yang's fighting spirit limit by 3,100 points, saving him half a month of hard training.

Gao Yang's eyes sparkled. This was just one wing. If he ate all of the Bifang, he estimated that the total amount of fighting spirit would increase by more than ten thousand points.

This is undoubtedly a huge improvement.

And it seems there is more to it than that.

Gao Yang spread out his palms, and a wisp of fighting spirit rose from his palms.

Different from the previous fighting spirit, the current scorching sun fighting spirit is even hotter. The original golden red color was roughly a mixture of gold and red, but now it looks like there is more red and less gold, and the overall color is brighter.

At the same time, the burning effect of the scorching sun fighting spirit seemed to be strengthened.

Gao Yang withdrew his hand, took out his phone from his backpack, and started editing:
"In the western mountains there is a bird that looks like a crane, with one foot, red markings, green body, and a white beak. It is called Bifang. Its cry is its own. If you see it, it means there will be a fire in that town. Eating it will replenish your energy and increase your ability to control fire."

This means that eating Bifang's meat can increase one's own essence and energy, and at the same time increase the ability to control fire.

After finishing the editing, Gao Yang put his phone into his backpack with satisfaction. He stood up and looked at the Dragon Valley where the fire was gradually dying out. He no longer had much interest in the Dragon Valley's inheritance site.

In comparison, he would rather meet exotic beasts like Bifang.

(End of this chapter)