Five Hundred and Fiftieth Ninth Chapter Phoenix Bird

Chapter 559 Phoenix Divine Bird

The divine bird surrounded by fresh flames is the size of a crane, its golden tail feathers are like the feathers of a peacock, and its long, slender beak makes a crisp and pleasant cry, which is like a clear spring, dripping in the hearts of people.

"This is a wild phoenix." George said with emotion, "I don't know it is hundreds of years old. Unfortunately, it is still far from the divine bird I imagined."

This phoenix looks much bigger than Dumbledore's Fox, but it's still far from what he expected.

He has spent a lot of time looking for the phoenix, and many of his messengers and ghosts have been used to inquire about the phoenix, in order to find a phoenix that satisfies him.

It's a pity that even after spending a lot of energy and time, he couldn't find a phoenix that satisfied him in the end.

This is not surprising, just like this phoenix, living on the top of Mount Kailash, neither his messenger nor the ghost can find such a place alone. In the end, for every location with clear news, he had to go for a trip in person, and he didn't have that much time.

And more importantly, the Phoenix swallows the wind and drinks the dew, and has never even eaten herbs. It is all born and raised by nature, and such a spiritual thing naturally develops extremely slowly.

The phoenix in front of him was probably a few hundred years old before it developed to the point where it is now far stronger than Dumbledore's young Fox. But even such a phoenix is ​​far from George's ideal.

"It seems that we need to think of other ways. It has no sign of Nirvana so far. There is no time to simply wait." George had already made a decision secretly.

Observing the state of Phoenix from a distance, George did not disturb Phoenix. He circled to the cliff on the other side and jumped off the cliff. He opened his arms, controlled the atmosphere, and slowly flew down from the top of the mountain.

During the slow fall, he saw something, so he changed direction and flew towards a gentle slope under the cliff.

He landed slowly on a gentle snow-covered slope, took a few steps forward, and picked up a flag for mountain guides. He raised his head and looked towards the cliff, and he could vaguely see a landslide on the cliff, revealing a steep mountain wall covered with snow.

George roughly guessed that the snow had been affected by the strong wind and had landed down the cliff, and a group of unlucky climbers had just hit the landslide.

Now that he has seen it, he will naturally not stand idly by.

I just hope those people still have a little breath left.

He tapped gently, and an invisible ripple penetrated into the snow and spread out around.

From the detected position, George took more than 20 steps forward to the left. He waved his hands, separated to both sides, and pushed a giant object. The snow split to the sides, revealing the two climbers covered by the snow.

George cast the recovery spell on the two of them, and did the same to find the other seven people under the snow. The nine-person mountaineering expedition team did not appear to be dead.

Seeing this scene, George felt slightly relieved.

These climbers were lucky, the snow just slumped instead of an avalanche, and they were overwhelmed by the snow while climbing. The burial was not deep, so there was no trauma on the body, the snow was not thick, and there was still some air left, which was discovered by him in time, so there was no future trouble.

What surprised him was that among this group of mountaineers, he actually found a familiar face reads();

The last time he came to check on Phoenix, he also saw this unfortunate middle-aged man, but he didn't expect him to encounter danger again this time.

"It appears he is a professional guide who makes a living out of it."

George thought for a while, and saw that the man was in his forties, and it was not suitable for him to continue running around here. He then used magic to give the man a psychological hint that he would feel fear when the idea of ​​climbing, so as to dispel the idea of ​​continuing his career.

After all, it is impossible for him to be rescued by luck every time.

He has already saved him twice, and it is indeed a pity to die.

After giving the middle-aged man a psychological suggestion, George summoned another rope. He connected all the climbers with ropes, floated them up with flotation, and then dragged them down the mountain.

When he flew from a high place to a low place, there were no obstacles or obstacles. In just a few minutes, he arrived at a rest point on the mountain,

George saw the expedition team members coming from the foot of the mountain from a distance. He placed the unconscious mountaineers at the rest point and gave them a little recovery potion.

Looking at these climbers, when they started to open their eyes in a daze, George quietly left here.

......

The last memory in Joey's mind was that the whole white world poured down. At that time, the only thing that flashed in his heart was regret. This trip should not have come.

Whether it was hosting a mountaineering team led by a woman, or talking about Kamito when he was down the mountain, these were taboos he had been avoiding.

He was able to be a guide in Mount Kailash for so long, not all because of good luck, but because he always understood that money is not important.

Different from other guides, he did not believe in the beginning that mortals could climb Mount Kailash. good guide.

He never believed that someone could climb Mount Kailash. Unlike others, he had really seen the divine bird on the mountain.

Ten years ago, when he first started doing such a job as a guide, when he was vigilant at night, he saw a bright red in the sky. At first he thought it was the sun, but he soon discovered that it was not the sun, but a divine bird surrounded by flames.

The next day, he told others about the scene, but no one believed him. He didn't argue, just remembered that scene forever.

Since then, Joey is different from all the guides. He knows that there are divine birds and even divine men on the top of the mountain.

He is definitely not like other guides, other climbers, who fantasize about being able to conquer the sacred mountain and reach the top of the sacred mountain.

No matter how high the bounty or the exciting preaching offered by those indomitable climbers and the rich. Joey knew from the bottom of his heart that no one could climb the mountain, and it was this belief that made him fundamentally different from other guides and climbers.

Joey deliberately avoided those expeditions who were crazy to conquer the sacred mountain. When he was climbing, he always wanted to retreat. When approaching danger, he always tried to influence everyone and make them give up.

(To be continued.)