eagle!

It turned out to be a huge eagle.

The body looked like a calf, and its black wings spread at least two feet wide, causing a cold wind to blew.

This eagle was originally invisible and was not visible to the naked eye without using spiritual consciousness. Now it was captured by Fu Yang using magic power in the air and unable to move, so he was directly forced to reveal his true form...

Master Xiong pinched his chin: "Beast Soul? His strength should be as strong as the peak of a demon general. As a guardian, he is not weak anymore."

Fu Yang nodded: "It's good. The mortal who accidentally broke here must be frightened when he saw this eagle."

While speaking, the powerful ghost power in Fu Yang's body was circulating, and the black halo flowed, and strands spread out from his palm like a cage, covering the huge geek's soul. Then it gradually shrank...

A moment later, a furry eagle appeared in Fu Yang's palm.

The round gray body is not much bigger than an egg, and its wings are short and small, and they are flapping hard to break free from Fu Yang's hand.

A pair of originally sharp eagle eyes are now becoming a little cute. They stare at Fu Yang with vicious eyes, but they have no deterrence, which makes people feel very funny.

"Damn it! Boy Fu, you... have smaller it? Is this the power of time? But you can only touch this taboo area when you use the Qiankun chessboard when you use the Qiankun chessboard."

Master Xiong looked a little surprised, stretching out his chubby cat claws to pull the eagle in Fu Yang's hand, making the other party keep pecking its claws.

After striking it for a few seconds, it also discovered: "Oh, it turned out that it was not turned into a little eagle, but it forced the volume to be compressed with mana. Only the appearance has changed, in essence, it is the peak eagle beast soul of the huge demon general just now."

Its eyes narrowed slightly, with a slutty look: "Brother Fu, are you compressing it to make it easier for me to eat? Not bad, you are very sensible. Come and give it to me, and eat it in one bite, it will be great."

roll!

Fu Yang pushed the fat cat's claws, and then threw the chirping eagle to Vico beside him. He laughed: "The beast soul is also transformed by the soul of the monster after death by special means. In a sense, it is closer to the ghost clan. If you want to keep it as a toy, you can eat it."

"Of course it's a plush toy. It's so cute, who can't eat it?"

Wei Ke was as ridiculous as a peach blossom, and took the little eagle from Fu Yang's hand that was still struggling and resisting. Her fair fingers gently stroked its head a few times.

The little eagle stopped struggling, and the ferocity in his eyes disappeared, becoming a little confused and dull.

Um?

Fu Yang and Mr. Xiong looked at the little eagle.

Vik's smile is as funny as a flower: "Since it's a pet, of course it should be gentler and start its life again. So just now, I have completely cleared its memory. It was originally a beast soul, not a living creature, and it was not difficult for me, the Ghost Emperor. So now, it is really no different from a newborn."

Fu Yang gave her a thumbs up: "The Queen is mighty! As soon as she came, she turned the soul of the guardian beast of the God Witch Da Yumen into a real little pet. Wouldn't it be a little too arrogant?"

Chirp...

The eagle yelled, flew around Vico intimately, landing on her shoulder.

The three of them were talking and laughing and moving forward.

After climbing a mountain, you will see a mountain valley surrounded by several hills in front of you. There is a village that looks very primitive and ancient. One by one, one by one, is a slanted thatched house made of thatch and branches. The center of the village is a bonfire that is more than ten meters high... A village is a sect!

It really feels like the primitive feeling of the ancient Jomonic era.

These practitioners can be collectively called witches. They sound a bit similar to the witches among Shinto monks, but they are actually not the same thing.

In fact, the layout of the God Witch Da Yumen in front of Fu Yang is exactly the same as the village ruins in the Shanwai Ruins Museum! But they were not interested in seeing it just now.

Since you have reached the territory of a cultivator, you will be embarrassed to continue walking slowly like a mortal. Or in the words of Mr. Xiong's fat cat, it is "no irritation".

So, the three of them rose directly from the mountainside, as if three streams of light had cut through the sky and headed straight towards the Great Imperial Gate of the God Witch in the valley...

As soon as I flew closer, I was still quite far away when I heard an old voice ringing in my ears.

"Three of you came to my God Witch Grand Imperial Gate. What's the matter? Since you didn't report it, you flew directly to the wind. You really don't understand etiquette."

Hohoho...

Fu Yang chuckled a few times and responded: "This senior actually knows our identity, so why pretend? This is a document that has been stamped by your country's Edo Shrine and my China Group 0. Of course, you can ignore it. After all, the cultivation world is different from the secular world, and they are just nominal commanders. However, it may be reported that the noble school is afraid of us Chinese monks."

While talking, Fu Yang reached out and threw it away.

Whoosh!

A piece of paper shot out like lightning and flew out downwards.

A suction force suddenly came from a certain thatched hut in the center of the village, sucking the document in, returning to silence.

After a moment.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Accompanied by the whistling wind, Fu Yang and the other two landed in the village and walked towards the thatched hut just now.

People gradually appeared in other primitive thatched huts and walked out one by one.

They were all wearing clothes made of burlap, and even vines, branches, etc. were wrapped around their waists as belts. Even hemp ropes were rare. They were really like primitive people...

But they all exuded a scent of cold and powerful primitive magic power!

Although they are all like primitive people, they are actually powerful people who practice primitive ancient witchcraft in Japan. If they really want to go to the outside world, as long as they are willing, they will be the best people every minute!

These monks from the Great Imperial Sect of the Divine Witch all looked at Fu Yang and the others with vigilance and solemn eyes, and followed them all the way.

Mr. Xiong laughed and shouted: "Seeing that you are dressed like savages, I thought I had traveled back thousands of years ago."

"Shut up! You monster. Don't think I don't know that you are visiting and communicating in name, but actually you are here to find fault with the kiosk."

A wizard with a strong upper body was glaring at Master Xiong.

Soon, Fu Yang and the others walked into the wide thatched hut with these people.

I saw a thin old man with an upper body sitting cross-legged on a huge black bear skin in the room. He was painted with strange original Japanese runes, and was wearing a crown made of many strange flowers, herbs and herbs on his head, staring at Fu Yang and the other two with bright eyes.

Fu Yang could feel that this person should be quite old. First, politeness and then military service are the virtues of China.

So he took the initiative to bow and said, "I have met senior and junior Fu Yang. It's Huaxia who came to play... Oh no, I'm a monk who came to visit and communicate."

snort!

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Fu Yang, Weike, and Master Xiong, and said coldly: "My God Witch Da Yumen is not the kind of hypocritical orthodox sect. We are all savages and don't understand the priests, Onmyoji, monks and others. If you want to fight, start directly. Don't talk nonsense here."

After saying that, he ignored Fu Yang at all and said directly to the two witches who looked the most powerful and fierce among the crowd: "Wu Da, Wu Er, you two will meet this little guy from China."

Well……

Fu Yang was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.

After all, although my purpose of pushing the Japanese cultivation world is to crush their beliefs and seeking the truth, it is not under the guise of friendly exchanges and visits from neighboring countries?

Unexpectedly, the God Witch Da Yumen is indeed a "primitive man" style. He actually took the initiative to tear his face off as soon as he started. He really can do something, so he won't talk much. He doesn't talk much!

If they weren't Japanese, Fu Yang would have felt that he liked them a little...

The man named Wu Da clenched his fist, twisted his neck, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face: "Boy, although you can't see clearly with a mask, your hands are tender and tender. It seems that the magic you practice is probably a slut. Hahaha! You may compare with those sissy priests and Onmyojis, but you will suffer a great loss with our ancient witches."

That's right!

Wu Er also looked very proud.

In fact, before the Yayoi era when Xu Fu crossed the sea, the practice method of the Jomon era was relatively simple. It was far less than that in ancient China - more colorful than it is now!

Therefore, the exquisiteness of the magic practices these witches are essentially inferior to the three major systems of Shintoism, monks and Onmyoji. However, although these guys are not real primitive people or savages, they can meet the temperament of the God Witch Da Yumen, and they are obviously simple-minded people.

The simpler the person is, the more confident he is about his own things...

"Is that true? Since that's the case, then come on. You two would better go together, which would save time. I really want to see who is sissy, who will be beaten to kneel on the ground and unable to get up."

Fu Yang was no longer hypocritical, and showed his domineering spirit and looked down on the two of them.
Chapter completed!