I live forever by seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster.

White Feather Eagle Tribe, garrison tent.

Fang Yang sat upright on the main seat, leaning back slightly, and the white feather eagle rose and landed on his shoulder.

On his left hand side was Uncle Fang. On his right hand side was Lu Yao.

At his feet, a large group of people knelt down and bowed to him in submission.

At this moment, Fang Yang looked down at them, and a sense of power in his hands, the pleasure of life and death gradually emerged.

Fang Yang did not say much, but gradually experienced this strange feeling.

This was a feeling he had never had before. This feeling was not physical strength, but spiritual satisfaction.

He felt very comfortable and wanted to drive this group of people, beat and scold this group of people... It was a very strange feeling!

After experiencing it, Fang Yang wiped out this emotion that made him feel a little addicted in an instant.

It was like wiping dust off a mirror, without leaving a trace, but he had to do it.

‘It turns out that ruling a force is similar to playing a business game with me. '

'... No, there is still a little difference. I can feel this way because of the platform. '

Fang Yang's mind was flowing, and he burned all kinds of distracting thoughts into ashes again.

So far, Fang Yang finally took the White Feather Eagle clan under his command.

Not long after.

In the camp tent, only Fang Yang and the White Feather Eagle were left.

At this moment, Fang Yang took out the painfully hot White Feather Order from his arms and held it tightly in his hands.

Immediately, a fire eagle phantom carrying the vast true essence flew from his true essence sea and rushed towards the White Feather Order.

He was refining the White Feather Order!

The White Feather Order was buzzing, emitting white light, and white smoke continued to rise, rolling like an eagle.

But under the plunder of the fire eagle phantom, the white smoke continued to shrink.

It was also during this process that the White Feather Eagle on the side suddenly let out a hissing sound, and flames came out of its wings, even extending to the whole body.

The whole body was on fire, the blood was boiling, it was pure blood!

"Are we heading towards the Fire Eagle? What a foolish bird that has good fortune--"

Fang Yang glanced at the changes in the White Feathered Eagle, then he withdrew his mind and carefully manipulated the Fire Eagle phantom.

This manipulation was incredible. He immediately felt a profound power like the sky bless his Fire Eagle phantom, making it magical.

He had read the Taoist scriptures since he was a child, and he suddenly discovered:

-This mysterious power is very similar to the spirit worship method of the Red Flame Demon Country and the power of the Great Xuan Dynasty!

"So, as long as the White Feathered Eagle tribe grows stronger, the Fire Eagle phantom will also transform and become magical..."

"This fifth-level opportunity is actually a fortune-making object. Wait, this is already the realm of a saint, so powerful..."

Fang Yang's heart was surging, and he was a little surprised.

At this moment, he understood why the sixth level was called a saint.

Such a magical power is simply unimaginable for ordinary practitioners.

For this reason, Fang Yang had a little more respect for Sen Yue, whom he had never met.

Sen Yue, good people, good people live a peaceful life.

…

The setting sun is like blood, and the night is approaching.

There is only a little light left in the sky.

On the grassland of the Wanqin Silver Tribe, Fang Yang stood alone and looked ahead.

In front of him, the white-feathered eagle was flapping its wings and chasing the little frost horse frantically.

And this time, the white-feathered eagle was not left behind by the little frost horse, but stuck to the little frost horse, and even surpassed the little frost horse with its strong endurance!

"The power of blood... No, if it weren't for the white-feathered eagle's own hard training, it would not be able to withstand the burning of the fire. It also worked hard."

At this moment, Fang Yang paid much more attention to the white-feathered eagle.

When the white-feathered eagle returned, Fang Yang, who was satisfied with its performance, leaned over and stroked its eagle head, making it very satisfied.

"Cry, cry..." The white-feathered eagle raised its head and smiled with narrowed eyes.

…

Due to the two Qiyun objects, the Senyue army burst out with unprecedented potential, and actually counterattacked back at once, and even invaded Qingkong's territory.

The intensity of the battle on the front line continued to rise, and it became more and more terrible day by day.

"The fifth life spell-four directions come to pay homage!"

Mo Long's black hair fluttered, and a black ink spear in his hand roared endlessly.

In a flash, around him, Fengbo, Yushi, Leigong, and Dianmu appeared, and the scene was amazing.

A tremor as loud as the thunder of the nine heavens startled the front-line army.

In countless stunned eyes, Mo Long launched an attack on the enemy general that was almost like a landslide and tsunami, unstoppable!

In addition to Mo Long, the rest of the generals of the Senyue army also began to fight for their lives, and even did not hesitate to use taboo means, just to be able to come to the top two of the battle merit list and get one of the two Qiyun objects!

"Mo Long, what a terrible strength."

Fang Yang in the back felt something, and then continued to rescue activities.

With the help of the height of the white-feathered eagle, Fang Yang rode on a good horse and led the white-feathered eagle tribe to run to the rear, acting as a nearly perfect servant in the medicine hall, frantically transporting the wounded to the medicine hall.

Fang Yang seemed to be born with the talent of a general. He led a team of more than 300 people in a very good manner.

"Your Majesty, is this really the first time you lead troops?" Lu Yao was amazed.

People who have led a team know that when there are too many people, it is easy for them to have different ideas and it is difficult to work together.

So Lu Yao was amazed at the talent shown by Fang Yang, and she was also happy in her heart.

And Uncle Fang, who had been following Fang Yang, was also very satisfied with Fang Yang's performance.

They were all satisfied with Fang Yang, but in fact, Fang Yang was also very satisfied with his situation.

After all, it was not easy to get a relatively safe area in a chaotic battlefield!

...

While Fang Yang was running around, Qingkong and Senyue, who were Dao seeds, appeared one after another on the front battlefield.

The only one who could fight against Dao seeds was Dao seeds.

And Qingkong was forced by Mo Long and others to go down in person first, and therefore, he lost some of the initiative.

Boom...

With a loud thunder, the vast purple-gold light waves poured like a flood, turning the blue sky into purple-gold in an instant.

The brilliant light shook the battlefield, making thousands of people stunned and looking up at the sky in disbelief.

Senyue slowly stepped out of the air.

He had a cold look in his eyes, wearing a purple-gold Taoist robe, holding a four-sided seal in one hand, and stepping on the Starlight Avenue. Behind him, there was a Dharma image that covered the sky and the sun.

Taiyin Xingjun!

The aura that burst out from him was as bright as the bright moon. Although it was not arrogant, it seemed unquestionable.

Because in his other hand, he was holding Qingkong, who was dying like a dead dog, listless!

A strong pressure radiated from Senyue, going in all directions, extremely heavy.

"It's Lord Senyue!"

"We won, we won!"

"Lord Qingkong... lost? This, this is too fast."

"Incredible, incredible..."

The armies of both sides were noisy and shocked to the extreme.

The Senyue army was jubilant and morale was soaring.

The Qingkong army was completely lonely and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

At this moment, all the people on the battlefield were noisy and shocked for Senyue!

"Is this Senyue, immortal, extraordinary..." Fang Yang was silent in his heart.

The first time he saw Senyue, Fang Yang felt a huge shock in his heart.

But gradually, Fang Yang's mood returned to calm, and his temperament became slightly indifferent, because he also had his own pride - to seek good fortune and avoid danger.