Chapter 1,218 Huge Little Humans

"That's a small human race. They live in the dark dimension and specialize in cleaning the feathers of our space holy roc clan."

Yukong pointed at them and said with a smile.

"Small…small human race?"

Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

Do you think the 100-meter-tall giant race is a small human race?

So who am I?

Super little humans?

Ye Feng kept complaining in his heart.

Boom, boom, boom!

The group of tall little humans entered the holy island and immediately climbed up a giant tree to help a space holy roc standing there comb its feathers.

Their movements are skillful.

Each space holy roc has some dead feathers that are still growing stubbornly on it.

It will be very uncomfortable if it is not removed.

The strong man from the little human race first took out a special liquid and sprayed it on the roots of the dead feathers to loosen them, then quickly pulled them out and filled them with a kind of mud.

"That's white sand mud!"

Yukong pointed at the mud in the hands of the little human.

This object is in the shape of mud and sand, with flashes of spiritual light on the surface, exuding strong vitality.

"That's a specialty of the space jellyfish location."

Yukong added, "Before the space jellyfish dies, it will come to the island where the little humans are, die on the beach, and gradually decompose into white sand and mud, which is the best medicinal material for treating injuries."

"And this magical material?!"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, which was regarded as gaining some knowledge.

On a tree not far away.

As the white sand mud was applied to the wound, the Space Saint Peng immediately grew new feathers, and very quickly.

After a while.

The feather is restored to its original state.

It looks bright and bright, no different from normal feathers, and exudes a faint atmosphere of space.

This group of little humans followed suit.

They plucked out all the dead and necrotic feathers on the space holy roc, and then treated it with white sand mud.

Half an hour later.

The feathering work is done.

A space holy roc lost hundreds of feathers, which is not a lot.

"Well, the shedding rate is not high, which is good."

Space Saint Peng Patriarch Yukong said with a smile.

on the ground.

Hundreds of feathers fell down. Each feather was originally as big as a tree, but after falling to the ground, it shrank to the size of a palm, which was amazing.

"This is our gift for shrinking space."

Yukong explained.

on the seat.

Ye Feng and Ancient Spirit Immortal looked at each other.

They realized something.

No matter what he thinks, it seems that he can be overheard by Yu Kong, the ancestor of Space Saint Peng.

"Don't be surprised, you two!"

Yukong's voice sounded again, "I can't eavesdrop on your thoughts. I've just lived for too long. I can probably guess what you are thinking."

After hearing this, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord said in a message: "There are indeed such strong people. After their strength reaches a certain stage, but cannot improve, they will take the path of understanding nature, and their character will gradually become like a demon."

The older a practitioner is, the higher his mental level is.

for example:

A cultivator lives for one hundred thousand years, but he spends all these one hundred thousand years cultivating and growing to the holy realm. His cultivation level is very high and his strength is very strong.

but!

After a hundred thousand years of hard training, his Taoist heart is firm, but he may not be very strong in the worldly aspects.

However, after a person has cultivated to the Breaking Void Realm, his cultivation has stalled and he has been scheming in his family or sect, fighting with people and monsters, and his strategy must continue to improve.

Thousands of years later.

This person's calculations would probably put the Holy Land to shame.

However, such people are still very few.

All practitioners understand this truth.

One force can defeat ten!

No matter how strategic a Broken Void Realm is, he is still an ant when facing a Holy Realm.

A single thought in the most holy realm can be wiped out. valley

Because of this, high-level practitioners are less willing to be loyal to power and tactics, and prefer to be straightforward.

Of course, that's just most of it.

There are also some top strong people who like to be strategist and treat everyone in the world as pawns to dominate their lives.

"My strength has been stuck at the tenth level of the hidden realm for a long time. The power of space has stopped moving forward. How difficult it is!"

Yukong whispered.

"We call the hidden realm the Hundred Tribulations Realm."

Ye Feng spoke.

"Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

Yukong raised his eyebrows, "Every time you advance to a higher level, you will go through a tribulation. When the laws are perfect, it will indeed be a hundred catastrophes. The name of the Hundred Tribulation Realm is intuitive and clear."

"Yes, that's what we call it over there."

Ye Feng nodded.

"Little friend, it seems that there is someone in the Hundred Tribulation Realm beside you, and the opponent's strength is far greater than mine. Otherwise, you would not be surprised when you see me."

Yukong said meaningfully.

Ye Feng smiled and said nothing.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself formally. I am Yukong, the ancestor of the Space Saint Peng clan. I still don't know what your names are?" Yukong looked at Ye Feng and Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord.

"Headmaster of Piaomiao Sect, Ye Feng!"

"Elder of Piaomiao Sect, Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord."

The two introduced themselves one after another.

"It turns out to be little friends Ye Feng and Gu Ling."

Yukong laughed loudly, stretched out his golden wings, raised his head and looked into the depths of the dark dimension, his eyes shining with bright light, reflecting the heavens.

Not far away under the tree.

Hundreds of feathers scattered on the ground were sucked in by Yu Kong's mouth, and the blood inside them gradually spread out, gathered in mid-air, and turned into a blood globule the size of a fist.

"This is your reward."

Yukong blew out a breath and blew the blood ball in front of the little humans. The leader wearing the space holy roc feather coat caught it and quickly knelt down to worship.

"Keep preening your feathers!"

Yukong ordered.

"okay!"

The leader of the little humans quickly waved and arranged for more and more little humans to climb up the giant tree and comb the feathers of the Space Saint Roc standing above.

The day passed like this.

The feathers of hundreds of space holy rocs were combed by this group of small humans, who also got hundreds of blood balls the size of fists, as well as feathers scattered on the ground.

Soon, the little humans left.

"Every ten years, we have to comb our feathers, so that we can always be at the top of our game."

Yukong explained again.

Ye Feng and Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord nodded, finally understanding the purpose of combing their feathers.

"Are there many races in the dark dimension?" Ye Feng pointed in the direction of the little human race, curious.

"Not many, and far apart."

Yukong shook his head, "It would take several days just for the small human race to reach the Holy Island of Saint Peng in our space. Other races are even further away."

"Is there a force called the First Divine Sect?"

Ye Feng changed the topic to the focus.

"The First Divine Sect? That force is not easy to mess with. Their sect leader has reached the first level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm. Although he cannot defeat me, he has a very terrifying master... I think he is called the Ancient Emperor."

Yukong thought for a moment before speaking.

Ancient Emperor? !

Ye Feng's eyes almost popped out of his head.

That's Shangguan Oracle's master!

Could it be said that the leader of the First Divine Sect and Shangguan Oracle are brothers?

The last time he read the information from Shangguan Oracle, Ye Feng knew that the other party was the ninth disciple of the ancient emperor. Therefore, the leader of the First Divine Sect must be the top-ranked disciple.

"How strong is the Ancient Emperor?"

Ye Feng asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. I saw this person's spiritual consciousness incarnation from a distance. I felt my scalp was numb and ran away quickly."

Yukong's expression was a little solemn.

Hearing this, Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

A single incarnation of divine consciousness can make the scalp of the tenth level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm numb. The ancient emperor's original body is at least the twentieth level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm. No wonder Shangguan Oracle dares to be so arrogant.

"Do you have any grudge against the Ancient Emperor?"

Yukong suddenly asked.

"Well...I have a grudge against his ninth disciple, Shangguan Oracle. As for the ancient emperor, I have never seen him with my own eyes."

Ye Feng shook his head.