But how did the wizard sacrifice his true blood? Could it be that it has something to do with her ancient secret technique?

Mr. Han thought, this must be true.

“Sales for money…”

A powerful wing shaking sound came from below, which also completely interrupted the Korean officer's thoughts.

Han Yuan looked at the source of the sound, which was exactly the direction of the altar, and the picture he entered his eyes at this time made him feel even more strange.

The originally charming and charming wizard lady has long disappeared. What she exchanged for was a bonfire-like flaming seedling, but in fact, it was more like a fiery red bird. Han Yuan knew that the wizard had indeed sacrificed his true blood.

The bird was full of red, and its wings were as sharp as a dart. At the same time, it was rippling with bright red blood dripping downwards. The full length of the wings was more than twice its size, which also caused it to maintain its curled wings and extending diagonally downwards.

The body size is the same as the original height of the wizard, but... this strange bird just changed its body when it sacrificed its true blood. Its head is still the wizard's head, and the wizard's face is still so beautiful. Compared to before, her expression was even more noble and cold at this time. If I hadn't looked carefully, I would have thought that the wizard had just put on a strange piece of clothing, and now it gives the Korean officer the feeling that it is strange and mixed with horror.

But this is not the most strange thing. Han Yuan looked down at him and found that the bird was supported by only one foot.

He thought that one-legged support was his habitual movement, but as his observation became more and more detailed, he finally saw clearly that this extremely slender and crane-like one-legged growing in the middle of his body.

It seems that this bird is not only unique, but also accompanied by congenital deformities. It does have only one foot, and there may be another reason for its one foot, that is, it has two huge wings, and it does not have to walk on the ground for a long time, but it slowly deteriorates. In the end, it only leaves one for support.

This bird stepped on the blood lotus that gathered from the center of the earth. The blood flowing out of its wings also dripped into the blood lotus, as if it could be nourished infinitely. Could the source of this blood be flowed out of the bird's body?

"This is the Bifang Bird. It is the god of fire and wood. It is an indispensable combination of two elements in the five elements. It will use its own blood to guide people how to open up the Pure Land." Yuwen said, and untied the strip tied to the back of his head.

Han Yuan was attracted by Bi Fangniao, but he did not think about Yuwen's words carefully, but still stared at the direction of the altar.

The Bifang bird floated motionlessly on the blood lotus in the air, and everyone around him was kneeling and worshiping. From a distance, it looked more like a god who was sacrificed.

The hair on the wizard's head dances with the wind, and its royal blue one-legged contrasts with its entire body.

At this moment, a man suddenly walked up to the altar from somewhere. He saw his movements powerfully, holding the knife behind his waist with his left hand, and holding a black crutch in his right hand, with a white-haired wolf king's skin hanging on it, and his long hair fluttering. It seems that this is probably the leader of the human tribe they mentioned.

But what was he going to the altar at this time? Since he was the leader of his ancestors, his thoughts should be more single. Why did he not bow to him when he saw the gods again? And looking at his posture of holding the knife in his left hand, could he be killed?

It is impossible. He must have known in his heart how to oppose God with the power of mankind, and he will not easily offend God. Or is there something wrong?

After the tribe leader walked up to the altar, he first untied his waist knife and threw it aside, then raised his staff with both hands and was above his head, facing the Bifang bird, he thrust and knelt on the ground.

Han Zheng knew that in ancient times, crutches in the hands of emperors generally symbolized power, and now it means that the tribal leader wants to express high respect to Bifangniao, or wants to hand over the overall situation to Bifangniao for manipulation.

But Bi Fangniao did not even lower her head in response, as if she didn't want to pay attention to the boring behavior of the tribe leader.

“Sales for money…”

The Bifang bird suddenly opened its wings, and the sound was made by the feathers on its wings. You can tell by just listening to the sound that the red feathers, like darts, are extremely hard.

Its wings were fully opened, and as its feathers kept shaking, it began to float in the higher layer of air.

Now its shadow almost blocked the entire altar, let alone the human kneeling below the altar. At this time, the direction of the sky was even darker. I really didn't expect that the wings of Bi Fang bird were originally larger than what Koreans imagined.

The Bifang bird seemed to be about to fly away, but did not turn around, just floated higher. The tribe leader had no intention of getting up, and still kneeled down in place. Although he held the scepter with his hands for too long and even started to tremble, he still kept the movement unchanged.

The Korean official saw that as Bi Fang bird floated high in the sky, the blood lotus that was stepping on his one-foot seemed to be getting redder and brighter, just like the lotus lanterns played with by children on New Year's Eve, which was extremely festive.

In an instant, the red light spread from the soles of its feet to its whole body, and to the end of its wings. The light was like conducting electricity, one after another, like a neon light, wandering in its body, but this time it seemed extremely strange.

The Bifangbird kept its movements when it opened its wings. The Korean officer clearly saw that the blood flowing out of its feathers no longer dripped down, but instead floated upwards in the air.

In the sky, blood droplets are large and small, and there are also a large number. They are distributed only around the Bifang bird. The smell of blood floating around is even stronger, which has forced the Koreans to cover their mouths and noses with cloth strips again. Everything at this time is truly called a bloody storm.

The Bifang bird began to flap its wings in place, and every time it flapped, it would throw more blood drops out of its feathers. Han Zhong thought that although this was indeed red liquid and had a strong smell of blood, based on these alone, why did it conclude that these liquids were blood? And if so, the source of these blood would definitely not be the Bifang bird itself, because it had no sign of any injury on it. Besides, why did it not pay attention to letting itself shed so much blood?

If it is not, there is only one that can be solved. Then the source of these blood is its feathers? Otherwise, if it had shed so much blood, it would have been long since its body was covered with.

From this, the Korean official analyzed this bolder guess, that is, its feathers should also have a life system, or they are parasitized in the body of the Bifang bird.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!