Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

In the room, a small source crystal rotates above, releasing the amount of source capacity, and enters the body of a large rooster after experiencing the source disk below.

The rooster kept making a roaring painful noise, and if Su Shen hadn't kept his life on life medication, he might be dead. Forgive me, the constant source can force the infusion, but it also causes the rooster to suffer and keep crying.

Because there is no concentrator, Sushen can only be replaced with source crystals.

A medium source crystal is used on a common rooster, and how wasteful it is.

Su Shen didn't mean it.

Experiments, it's about burning money.

Until the energy of the entire source crystal was exhausted, the source crystal in Su Shen's hand was converted into powder. Su Shen loosened his hand and looked at the rooster: “I think that's about it. ”

“This is it?” Dunbar looked at the chicken with some suspicion.

What Su Shen had just done was to simulate that the Temple of Energy had undergone an energy baptism, which was, of course, much simpler. The source instrument is replaced by the Chinese source crystal, and the source temple is also used in the simplified version of the source disk discourse. It is impossible for Dunbar to figure out what kind of day to make the simplified version after obtaining the source map of the source temple.

And then there's the experiment, a rooster.

It's not that I don't want to use it better, it's that Su Shen's simplified version of the disk can only carry Chinese source crystals, and the first medium source crystal can only be used to strengthen a chicken-grade creature. From this point of view, energy baptism is actually very wasteful, except that the concentrator extracts energy directly from the atmosphere, which is much less expensive than the source crystal consumes itself.

So while Su Shen can reproduce this method, neither scale nor rate of return are worthwhile and are only suitable for experimental use.

“Doesn't look like much has changed.” At this moment, Dunbar Road.

“Wait, hold on.” Su Shen Dao.

When he had just finished, he saw the rooster hissing suddenly at the tip of his neck, and then a peck at the iron cage in front of him.

The cage is made of ordinary iron bars, and although it is not a strong item, it is by no means an ordinary poultry that can be pecked.

But at this incredible moment, as the rooster pecked, he heard a crack, and the iron bars broke.

The big rooster flew out, his feathers spread all over him, and the wings really worked, so he flew out with them.

Su Shen and Dunbar looked at each other at the same time and said: "Yes! ”

Although the rooster could fly, it was obviously innate and could only dive at low altitudes, so after a few flights it landed in the yard, but he walked around with his toes high. From time to time, he stretches his mouth and there is a hole in the ground.

Looking at this momentum, we can barely get into the sequence of inferior beasts.

Though a medium source crystal shaping a lowest grade ferocious beast is truly violent, Su Shen they don't care about these anymore to be able to reproduce the role of the Temple of Source Energy, which means that Su Shen has really mastered the core key, and the only thing that really prevents him from reproducing the Temple of Source Energy is resources.

This is no longer important for Sushen as long as the technology is not reproduced.

The success of the research excited both Su Shen and Dunbar, and even made Dunbar forget his mistakes far from home, but move on to the next stage of research with Su Shen.

Yes, and now Dunbar is Su Shen's assistant.

For Dunbar, Su Shen's world is undoubtedly mysterious and vast. Even if it can't be like Su Shen's, Dunbar hopes to grow its insights and understanding through such close contact. A truly intelligent man must be good at using his mind to capture knowledge.

Conversely, only intelligent enough to call it wisdom.

They were so excited to invest in research, they quickly lost track of time and forgot everything else.

And, of course, they ignored the rooster.

It's just a chicken, nothing to worry about, so they didn't even notice that the chicken was gone.

The Harlem Club is a market in Gulanberg that is mainly used to trade commodities, and the gathering is mostly the lowest ranking traffickers of the mob, such as walking farmer servants.

Today, as usual, the Harlem gathering crowd is very lively, and there are mobs everywhere with stalls for small business.

Although the thugs are accustomed to robbery, they also have their own internal order. However, these thugs also look like they are fighting with people when negotiating with each other.

“How do you sell this knife? ”

“Twenty coins. ”

“It's too expensive, I'll give you ten. ”

“Fuck off. ”

“How dare you scold me? Die!”

“Boom!”

Fight up.

Occasions like this happen very naturally, from time to time, but mostly nothing goes wrong. Often after a fight, the thugs get used to fist talk, fights are seen as a way to pay the price. The winning party usually gives a lower price and continues to beat up if the other party refuses to accept. The tyranny admires the style of force, and no matter what your mind is, without a good body, it's hard to make a good deal.

At this moment, a group of thugs were roaming the market and suddenly a rooster was seen walking in from the outside.

Yes, walking in, walking in, swinging big, it's like a man walking all the way through his pocket, making people feel infinitely weird.

Unfortunately, it was not the people who saw the scene, it was the tyranny.

The reaction of the mob was always straightforward, so as soon as the rooster was seen, the eyes of a mob were open.

“A chicken!” He roared and rushed to catch it.

According to the rules of the mob, this chicken is the ownerless one without being locked in a cage, and whoever catches it belongs to him. Even if the owners come, they have to fight to decide where they belong.

All the attention of the mob was devoted to guarding against other mobs, so I didn't give a shit about the chicken reaction.

The rooster was walking “handsome” and saw the thug jump at him, and he struck a spiritual.

Yeah, it's like a shockingly frightening reaction.

And then it's clawing.

So he lifted a paw and kicked it out.

The next moment, a shocking scene appeared, and the rampage was kicked over by a chicken and a chicken claw.

It's like a big scale flying out, with all the tyrannical heads following a circle of curves.

When he landed, he turned around and looked at the chicken. He saw the rooster shrugging his neck and running.

If humans were to see this, instincts would detect weirdness and not act easily.

But the mob mostly uses instinct as a programme of action, and there has been no "caution" in the perception of chickens for centuries.

In other words, caution is rare and rare in itself for thugs, so all thugs jump together as soon as they see the rooster flee.

The rooster was terrified, winged and gliding out.

Neha, this speed can't be solved by flying. For some beings, running is not necessarily slower than flying.

Some of the fast running thugs chased her up. Her hands shot at the low flying rooster and shouted: "Mine! ”

The rooster's eyes couldn't hide. He turned around and swept his leg, and kicked it in the face of the tyrant man. Then he pounded his wings and rolled over, and stepped on the other tyrant. After kicking him too, this landed flashly.

“Oh, yeah! ”

Straighten your neck twice and the cock's toes will leave.

Unexpectedly, the tyrant who had been kicked down by it raised his hand and grabbed the chicken paw and shouted, “I'll see how you kick! ”

The rooster was furious and pecked down. The mob's voice screamed. One hand had been pecked off and the rooster had escaped.

This scene shocked everyone, and finally realized that chickens were extraordinary.

But that's just the beginning.

Probably pissed off by these guys, the rooster's obviously pissed off.

Instead of fleeing, it turned around and swept away at the rioters.

It came on its own.

“Die!” A group of thugs waved their fists and shouted.

It's just that your mouth and paws are stronger. Do you really think you're strong?

The big rooster has been violently killed. Just as everyone was going to push and hold the rooster together, they saw the feathers on the big rooster suddenly spread out, the height of the flight suddenly increased by a slice, and at the same time they saw countless feather brush brushes fly out. Like arrows, they hit the mob, and the mob was all covered with chicken hair.

That's when they realized that the chicken might not be strong enough, and the problem was that they were just the lowest tyrants themselves, and they didn't have much strength.

The howl blew up and the rooster suddenly became bald after shooting a lot of feathers.

It fluttered its wings, looked at its glorious body, raised its neck and shouted, then rushed over to the market.

Two big hooves ran off and stepped a mark on the ground.

Several of the tyrants who came to capture it were actually arched by it on the spot and then headed under the stall.

Several thugs chased him followed him, and saw the market boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

Look at this big cock roaming wildly around the market, all the thugs are crazy.

What kind of chicken is this? Why are you so evil?

Never seen a guy this good.

He said he was a vicious beast. He had never seen such a vicious beast before. But if he was a poultry, he was too powerful.

But how can you wonder, you still have to grab it.

The big cock was finally caught after a man turned his back on his horse.

Perhaps because he was tired for a while, the big cock pulled his head and looked a little impotent.

Seeing it like this, you don't know what to do at the moment.

Still, the thugs were smart, shouting, "Why don't we give it to His Majesty? ”