Chapter 239： Transformation (2/2)
”Raphael, you have also seen the power of the Thunderbirds. If you can domesticate them, it will become our powerful help in the future!” Julia was smart and tried to impress Hanjin from utilitarian aspects.
”Impossible.” Gibran said: ”Even if they are domesticated, they may not listen to us. Do you have the ability to communicate with them? Do you want to catch a few ogre shamans?”
Seeing that Gibran and himself sang against each other, Julia couldn't help but glance at Gibran, but Gibran's words were very reasonable. At least she couldn't answer it. Hesitated for a moment, and Julia reluctantly put the little Thunderbird on the ground.
Yalina screamed at Han Jin. It didn't matter if she stopped. The little Thunderbirds had already gathered around, and some of them were desperately rushing to her legs.
“How long does it take for the Thunderbird to mature?” Han Jin asked without a head.
”They should learn to fly at the end of autumn.” Julia said.
Han Jin stepped forward and bent down to pick up the little Thunderbird and watched it in front of him: ”So fast?”
”You can't be unhappy, choose the natural race, if the feathers are not full and full, they will be frozen to death in winter.” Julia replied.
The little Thunderbird was originally a dying, perhaps because Han Jin’s movements were a bit rude. After Han Jin’s picking up, it kept struggling, and used the tender and sharp tips to lick Hanjin’s fingers.
”You will hurt it like this.” Julia couldn't bear it. She took the little Thunderbird and said it was strange. The little Thunderbird fell into Julia's palm and became honest. Hey, there is no motion.
Han Jin shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at the group of Thunderbirds at the foot of Elena. The number is very large, almost one hundred and forty, fifty, and he is somewhat tempted. In fact, many things ended in failure. It was not that their ability was not enough. Instead, they chose the wrong way at the crucial moment. Yalina tried to impress Hanjin with 'cute'. This did not have any effect, Julia’s words. Han Jin is listening to it.
In the thousands of ways, there is indeed a Taoist method of serving the beasts, but it belongs to the side of the door that is not inflow, and the cultivation of the truth is true. In the final analysis, the cultivation is self, the spirit of the beast is strong, and it is impossible for the master to become a flying fairy. Some of this has been turned upside down, and in modern society, the beast is almost extinct, and the decline of the beastly law has become a natural thing.
The spirit beast sacrifice material is the middle quality Taoism. A long time ago, he saved the dead little bullock with the spirit beast sacrifice material and the Huiyuan Qingshen. However, it was just a small bull, but now it is Facing more than one hundred Thunderbirds, although his strength has been greatly improved compared to that at that time, there are too many yuan to release more than one hundred of them. It is a necessary medium, otherwise he can't control so many Thunderbirds. Han Jin hesitated for a long while, or swayed the law, he suddenly wanted to open, even if he could not achieve the effect he expected, there is nothing more than one hundred Thunderbirds is more than one hundred nine-order magic crystal! It is worthwhile to pay more now.
As it turned out, the little Thunderbird was not at all honest, and it was not moving there because there was no force to bomb.
No injuries, but lack of strength, the spirit of the beast sacrifice material and the return to the Yuanqing **** curse played an immediate effect, the little Thunderbird immediately jumped up, staring at the head curiously looking at Han Jin. The spirit of the beasts can form an affinity. At that time, the little bull was full of entanglement, and the Thunderbird was no exception. The little Thunderbird jumped to Julia’s palm and fanned the young wings. Han Jin jumped, but it didn't have the ability to fly at all. He jumped away from Julia's palm and fell straight to the ground.
Han Jin reached out and grabbed the little Thunderbird. At this moment, the little Thunderbird did not exclude Hanjin at all. In Hanjin’s palm, he jumped cheerfully, and a pair of small wings trembled up and down, like a pug facing The owner shook his tail, and the tender cockroach was so big that he made a series of crisp sounds and didn't know what to express.
Yalina was tired for a night, now it’s Han’s turn to make a lot of effort, 'reconstructing' more than 100 Thunderbirds. This is a big project. Hiding to a quiet place to adjust interest rates can only make up for part of the consumption. Stopping and stopping, until the twilight time, Han Jin finally completed his task, but he also found a terrible thing.
Everyone has more or less love. Looking at a large group of ‘Chicken 崽’, like a close relative, they are surrounded by cheers and start to feel great, but after watching it for half an hour? After a few hours? What about the whole day?
Han Jin only felt that his head was big. Under the influence of the material of the spirit beast, the little Thunderbirds had abandoned Yalinna and always followed him. He went into the grass shed and the little Thunderbird rushed in. He sat on the hillside, and the little Thunderbirds squatted beside him. He jumped on the rock, and the little Thunderbirds surrounded the stone. In fact, nothing happened. At most, it was a little more careful, so as not to accidentally step on the death. However, it is unbearable to call it all the time, and Han Jin is a person who likes to be quiet, and it is even more difficult to endure this noise.
In the end, Han Jinji took the sword and flew away. The little Thunderbirds blew their nests at the time. They rushed to the west and became a mess. Yuanyuan has already consumed it. Now every lost Thunderbird is one. Loss, no way, Han Jin can only fall to the ground again, this is the stability of the small Thunderbirds.
Han Jin was too annoyed here. Yalena and Julia were envious of it, especially Yalena. After a rest, she had recovered her energy and was trying to lure the little Thunderbird. They abandoned the darkness, but said to the little Thunderbird that she was the dark side.
Until Lei Zhe and Gibran came back to hunt and dropped two rabbits, Han Jin was finally released. In fact, under normal circumstances, at least one third of these small Thunderbirds can survive, but Han Jin’s energy is not in vain. Consumption, the little Thunderbirds are more healthy than one, one is more active than one, and only a moment, they tear the two rabbits beyond recognition.