Wow one

Under the wind, fierce souls roared and appeared faintly.

And all of this is under the control of Zhang Yang.

Soon, the flying soul seemed to understand something.

When Zhang Yang deducted a magic seal again and headed towards the Feitou Fierce Soul Seal, Feitou Fierce Soul was a little stunned, but did not continue to resist.

Amid the tremor, a character flashed on the forehead of the flying head soul, and Zhang Yang's soul's power had been imprinted in.

Zhang Yang was delighted and applied one after another, and the magic seals and the mighty soul power quickly rushed over.

With the beginning, it will be much easier to deal with, and the flying head soul will no longer have the power to resist.

Soul imprints are burned on the flying head evil soul.

Soon, the flying head soul was firmly controlled by Zhang Yang.

A pinch of magic in your hand.

The long dragon absorbs water, and the Fire Spirit Bottle instantly put away all the flames in the sky.

Ao one by one

Amid the sound of ghosts, the flying soul floated in front of Zhang Yang, flying back and forth.

The black giant banner was right next to it, but without Zhang Yang's order, Feitou Fenghun did not dare to go in at all.

Zhang Yang was naturally extremely satisfied with this scenario.

With a trembling hand, the black banner rolled up, rolling the surrounding black clouds, Li Hun and Feihun, together with the flying head ferocious soul.

Now, the flying head soul is under his control, and the black giant banner has the magic weapon of the Artifact Spirit Mouth, which has been cultivated in Zhang Yang's sea of ​​consciousness for more than a hundred years. Once the artifact spirit is regained, it can exert its strong combat power.

However, in the process of conquering Feitou's evil soul just now, it was damaged a lot. It took a period of cultivation to slowly recover under the nourishment of the black giant banner.

This little time is naturally nothing to Zhang Yang.

Since the first black giant banner was successfully refined, Zhang Yang struck while the iron was hot and took out the second black giant banner.

First, he used a large-scale cutting technique to release the flying head soul in the black giant banner, and tried to lure it out of the black giant banner, and trap it with the fire spirit.

Although these two black giant banners did not recognize their master, Zhang Yang naturally felt very relaxed to deal with them without their master.

It took only a few months to successfully recognize the master of two magical artifacts, black giant banners, and the two flying heads were also subdued.

In this way, Zhang Yang had three of the twelve baby-loving formation flags.

The three-stage array flag, each shot alone, is a magic weapon of very good quality, and under the joint attack technique, its power will increase tenfold.

Zhang Yang was full of expectations for the three black giant banners.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

For more than ten years, Zhang Yang has been in seclusion in the cave. He trained three black giant banners with his hard work, especially the two that have the latest recognition of the owner.

At the same time, the flying head evil soul also accepts the nourishment of the black giant banner and restores its vitality.

In more than ten years, the vital energy of the flying head soul has been restored. Among the three black giant banners, Zhang Yang has been cultivated in the sea of ​​consciousness for more than a hundred years, so he is naturally easy to use.

The other two shots have only been trained for more than ten years and are barely able to use them.

In this way, Zhang Yang felt that it was almost done and was unwilling to wait any longer.

After all, this trench is full of rich demonic energy, which is really not suitable for Zhang Yang to practice.

He put away the array flag and mechanical puppet, and the sea water that was originally opened around him immediately rushed down, filling the cave's space.

The volatility of sea water creates undercurrents around it.

Zhang Yang was floating in the air, looking down at all.

This mountain is relatively secret. Zhang Yang has been in seclusion for more than ten years and has not been disturbed.

With a flash, Zhang Yang waved his golden wings behind him, splitting the water flow and flew towards the southwest.

Several months later, Zhang Yang stood on a damaged mountain with a look of death on his face.

"No!"

"If you are not in Feiyi's territory, then you have to search the territory of sea mosquitoes. If you can find it, you will be free of trouble. If you can't find it, you have to go to the territory of the male fish."

"Although I didn't sense the summons, I had a premonition that I would definitely find a mysterious gray iron here!"

Zhang Yang's face was full of confidence, his figure flashed, separated the ocean currents and headed towards the southeast.

The monster sea dragon will be Zhang Yang's best target for feeding.

The continuous peaks are towering, majestic and upright.

Even the mountains on the mainland are somewhat inferior to those on the seabed.

Looking closely, these peaks are like huge honeycombs, with countless caves running through almost all the surrounding mountains.

The sea water flows in and out of these caves and wanders.

Strong streams of demonic energy spurted out from these caves, rolling around, making the content of demonic energy in nearby mountains much richer than other surrounding mountains.
Chapter completed!