Chapter 380 The Divine Fire of Creation Is Extinguished, and Fengwu Is Born

Yuanhuang looked around and saw an illusory and blurry figure condensed between the sky and the earth. The body was not tall, but it seemed to have the ability to support the sky and the earth.

It was just a shadow, but it made Yuanhuang feel that his life was in danger, and he couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Pangu!?"

The next moment, Xuying's palm slowly fell from the sky. The speed was not very fast, but Yuanhuang only felt that his whole body was stiff at this moment and he could not move at all.

A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, the sound of phoenix's cry echoed between heaven and earth, and the huge black and white phoenix looked up to the sky and chanted. Yuanhuang faced Pangu's phantom's attack and counterattacked without escaping.

The yin and yang divine fire suddenly erupted and wrapped the entire phoenix in it. The shadow's palm slowly fell, and the two finally collided together.

The prehistoric continent shook suddenly, and even the heaven far above the nine heavens shook, causing the gods to bow their heads and look back, and the saints were not immune.

The original form of the Yuan Phoenix, the black and white phoenix, was under the giant palm. With just a slight contact, it suddenly fell to the earth, and the sound of mourning resounded throughout the nine heavens.

However, the yin and yang divine fire on his body did not fall to the ground with Yuan Huang. Instead, it entangled in Pangu's shadow and wrapped it up.

In one breath, Yuanhuang was seriously injured and dying, and Pangu's shadow collapsed.

In Pangu's shadow, Di Jiang and the other four ancestral witches also flew out upside down, as if they were hanging on threads, almost dying.

The surrounding battlefields were all destroyed by invisible air waves and leveled to the ground. Those countless mountains may not be able to live up to their appearance in the future.

Fortunately, the four ancestral witches all fell to the earth. In response to the law of earth, Hou Tu reluctantly stood up and looked around the battlefield, not daring to stay for a moment. He quickly found the whereabouts of Di Jiang and others, and moved them to the ground. Take them all away.

As for the place where Yuan Huang was, Hou Tu didn't even think about turning back. He was afraid that if he slowed down a little more, all the ancestral witches would die in one fell swoop.

Yuanhuang, who had just shaken Pangu's shadow, had already left an indelible shadow in Houtu's heart.

Even at this moment, Hou Tu even doubted, did the Wu Clan really have the ability to shake the heaven?

A Yuanhuang has forced them here, so what kind of power can it have as a heaven that unites most of the innate saints?

Hou Tu didn't dare to think about it, because the more she thought about it, the more desperate she became, and now the Wu Clan had no way to retreat.

Yuanhuang's body was still burning with yin and yang divine fire from time to time, and his original state of energy seemed to be gradually recovering. Feeling the threat from behind, Hou Tu gritted his teeth and accelerated his pace again.

Carrying Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin with one hand, and Xuan Ming and Zhu Rong with the other hand, Hou Tu was extremely lucky at this moment. At least when she reached the end of the mountain, the earth under her feet was still recovering from her losses. of vitality.

Apart from her, Zhu Jiuyin and others are now taking in too much air and not taking out too much!

After Houtu was far away from the battlefield, Yuanhuang's gradually rising aura stopped abruptly. The huge Phoenix body fell to the ground, making it difficult to move.

Yuanhuang felt his current state and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"Seeking benevolence and getting benevolence, what a difference."

He gritted his teeth and managed to form a Taoist body, but Yuanhuang was no longer able to sit down and could only stand on the battlefield, waiting for someone to come.

She is innately divine. Yuanhuang, the leader of the Phoenix Clan, is the number one bird in the world. Even if she dies, she cannot fall to the ground. This is too indecent!

Not long after, several colorful phoenixes came carrying the chariot. The chariot was carved with precious jade and woven with clouds from the sky. The sycamore trees and leaves were used as beams for the chariot.

Several members of the Phoenix tribe wanted to help Yuanhuang onto the chariot, but they were refused:

"Even though my life is not long, I don't need to borrow the power of others to climb the chariot."

An atmosphere of sadness spread among everyone, but those Phoenix clan members finally stopped reaching out after Yuanhuang spoke.

Yuanhuang struggled to move, but finally climbed onto the chariot alone, and as he became weak, he spoke:

"Get started."

The phoenix spread its wings and pulled the chariot. Several members of the Phoenix tribe also transformed into their true colors and flew away beside the chariot, heading straight to the immortal volcano.

The gods accompanied him with the gift of attention, without saying a word, and their eyes moved with the chariot.

But inside the chariot, Yuanhuang was always sitting upright, showing no sign of weakness or lack of courtesy.

It wasn't until the phoenix chariot flew into the immortal volcano that the gods suddenly looked back and stopped watching.

During this period, Yuanhuang finally recovered some strength. He walked to the sycamore tree alone and spoke to the tribesmen around him:

"You should also leave. After all, the Southern Continent is no longer the shackles of the Phoenix. Go and chase the free sky."

Several members of the Phoenix tribe did not make any move, and their footsteps were always firmly rooted around the sycamore tree. Yuanhuang could only laugh and curse:

"I am just a dying person. What's the use of staying here? Do you have to see my end before you are willing to return?"

"Although I am the leader of the Phoenix Clan, I am also innately sacred. It is normal for me to retain some dignity and not to let future generations see me."

"You fools, you wanted freedom in the beginning. Now that freedom is so close, you are holding back because of me, a dying man. Why is this?"

Several members of the Phoenix clan couldn't help crying, but Yuanhuang persuaded them to leave:

"Go on, don't continue to cry. If it is stained by tears, it won't look so beautiful. The beauty of the phoenix should not be stained by tears."

"Um."

Although they were still crying, they were still obedient after all. Although they couldn't bear it in their hearts, they still flew towards the Eastern Continent under Yuanhuang's gaze.

Yuanhuang stood there quietly until these little phoenixes could no longer be seen, then he gently touched the branches of the sycamore tree with his hand and said:

"Old friend, it seems that we have finally come to part ways. I can still see you before I leave. This world has treated me well."

The sycamore tree swayed its branches and leaves and made a rustling sound. Yuanhuang smiled and said:

"There is no need to be reluctant to leave. Everything will eventually be separated. If we can see each other before we die, we will have no regrets in our hearts."

After Yuanhuang finished speaking, he stopped talking and did not ask about the future of the sycamore tree. After all, the Phoenix clan no longer has the qualifications to save the sycamore tree.

It has stood here for too long, and it is time to seek an opportunity to transcend.

Yuanhuang stood under the sycamore tree for seven days. During this period, the sycamore leaves continued to fall. The flying scene was really beautiful.

Feeling the condition of his body, Yuanhuang turned around and walked towards the Immortal Volcano, no longer caring about the sound of the clattering sycamore trees behind him, and his steps were extremely firm.

Arriving at the crater of the volcano, Yuanhuang jumped up, flew into it, and threw himself into the Kaitian Divine Fire.

The earth shook violently, and countless roots crisscrossed the immortal volcano, breaking through the restrictions of the earth and rushing straight to the place where the divine fire opened.

When Yuanhuang was about to touch the Heaven-Opening Divine Fire, countless roots tightly wrapped Yuanhuang, and under Yuanhuang's shocked eyes, he pulled her to fly out of the crater.

However, the originally extremely calm Kaitian Divine Fire suddenly made a move and directly wrapped Yuanhuang and the roots of the sycamore tree.

The roots of the sycamore tree continued to pour in, trying their best to protect Yuanhuang from the divine fire.

The pale flames of the Kaitian Divine Fire began to burn along the roots, spreading from within the volcano to the outside sycamore trees, and the huge sycamore trees began to burn with golden flames.

Yuanhuang wanted to speak to dissuade the sycamore tree, but what she responded to was the roots that kept coming in. The flames dyed the sky of the entire southern continent red, causing majestic heavy rain, but disappeared without a trace before it hit the ground.

The divine fire was still burning, and Yuanhuang's consciousness gradually fell silent in the flames. All that echoed in his mind was the sycamore tree under the flames, and its body was like gold.

Finally, the divine fire that opened the sky was extinguished, and the earth became pitch black. The sycamore tree that originally stood between the sky and the earth was left with only the unburned wooden piles, and the dark red fire that was accidentally raised when the breeze blew by.

In the deepest part of the immortal volcano, Yuanhuang's body is lifelike, sealed in crystals, and its color is like flowing gold. It is silent under the lava and will not wake up.

The sycamore tree, known as one of the ten innate spiritual roots, was also destroyed in this fire, and it no longer appeared in the wilderness.

Prayer walked on the scorched earth, looking at the remaining spiritual roots in front of him, and sighed softly:

"Perhaps this is the best end. From now on, there will no longer be the trap of an immortal volcano in the wilderness. You had great merits. It is a pity to destroy it like this."

As the prayer sounds fell, Taoist sounds suddenly sounded in the sky, and countless golden clouds of merit gathered, scattering endless spiritual threads and falling on the scorched earth.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

A little bit of life emerged from the earth, and then spread quickly, and the green grass covered the scorched earth.

The immortal volcano, which had no life left in the prehistoric times, finally has the breath of life today.

A large amount of merit fell and was poured on the roots of the remaining sycamore tree, giving the long-dead sycamore tree a glimmer of life.

Before it could recover, these merits were transmitted by the remaining sycamore trees to the crystal stones under the immortal volcano, without any trace remaining.

Qi watched this scene quietly, seeming to understand something, and then followed the exposed roots of the sycamore tree towards the place where the immortal volcano once stood.

In less than half a day since the merits fell, the once immortal volcano is now a lush scene, but the huge crater has not changed yet.

The magma has been extinguished and condensed into pieces of volcanic rock. Standing on it and lightly stamping your feet, a channel suddenly opened at the bottom of the volcano.

Flying down, Qi looked at Yuanhuang in the crystal stone in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Countless merits are still pouring into his body, gradually rejuvenating the empty shell of his body. Qi just shook his head and said:

"You don't have to do this. Even if Yuanhuang is resurrected, it will not be the original Yuanhuang. The person it resurrects will be a new person."

The continuous influx of merit only stopped for a moment, and then returned to its previous appearance. Seeing this, Qi just sighed softly and stopped trying to stop him.

The crystal stone wrapping Yuanhuang's body slowly melted until it escaped and lay flat among the carbonized tree roots. Its light breathing indicated that it was about to be resurrected.

At this time, the golden cloud of merit in the sky was almost exhausted, and the withered branches slowly brought Yuanhuang to Qi. Although he had no words, he actually meant to pray.

After Qi hesitated for a moment, the golden wheel of merit appeared behind him, and the dazzling divine light illuminated the depths of the earth, making the dead branches in front of him tremble.

Countless merits were poured into Yuanhuang's body, and Yuanhuang's slightly trembling eyelashes made the dead branches even more excited.

Finally, Yuanhuang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with innocence and confusion.

Seeing this, Qi stopped injecting merit, and the dead branches collapsed at this moment, raising a cloud of smoke and dust in the center of the earth.

Yuan Huang coughed a few times, as if choked by the smoke and dust from the dead branches of the phoenix tree. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she seemed to be quite uncomfortable.

Qi looked at the person in front of him, thought for a while, and said:

"From today on, your name will be Feng Wu."

Feng Wu nodded. She did not reject this name, but she looked at the roots that turned into ashes in front of her, and there seemed to be sadness in her eyes.

Qi used his divine power to lift the two of them and flew out. When they came to the remaining phoenix tree stump, Feng Wu instinctively reached out and touched it, and a dark red color rose from the stump.

As Feng Wu moved, the ground suddenly shook violently, and countless roots that had not yet burned out shrank, and even stained them with a little pale flame.

Just as Qi was shocked, these roots turned into several spiritual treasures and floated in front of Feng Wu.

One is a feather fan, black and white, decorated with flowing gold, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, named the Phoenix Wood Yin-Yang Fan.

One is a long staff, its color is like charcoal, there is a divine fire jumping at the top, the divine fire is invisible, only the tip is slightly pale, it is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, named the Cangwu Divine Fire Staff.

One is a feather coat, as thin as a cicada's wing, the color is like flowing gold, and it is decorated with all the colors in the world, like the glow of the sky, stretching like a tung leaf, and shining on the ground, it is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure - Phoenix Feather Colorful Clothes.

The three spiritual treasures surrounded Zhai Fengwu, as if they were excited about his resurrection. Qi Yi couldn't help but smile, and then looked at the ray of spiritual light still floating between heaven and earth.

Fengwu didn't care about the three treasures in front of him at this moment, but instead set his eyes on the spiritual light, and stretched his hand forward as if holding water.

The spiritual light fell into Fengwu's hand, and then turned into a seed, and Fengwu put it away solemnly.

Seeing this, Qi smiled and said:

"Put them away together, and you can follow me for a period of time in the future."

"After a period of time, when the dust settles, I will arrange a place for you to live in the future. Now that you have found freedom, the prehistoric world is naturally not your destiny anymore."

Feng Wu nodded, her eyes full of confusion. She didn't know why Qi said so, but since the person in front of her arranged it this way, she had no idea of ​​refutation.

Qi then waved his sleeves, and the ground on the ground, which had become extremely empty because of the withdrawal of the phoenix tree, healed instantly, as if everything before had never existed.

Summoning a blue cloud, Qi took Feng Wu and flew to the heaven. Daoist Yuan Huang got what he wanted, and now he is free from the shackles. In the future, there will be no Yuan Huang in the prehistoric world, only Feng Wu.