Chapter 1772 Fengqi Mountain

On the top of the barren mountain, the situation changed suddenly.

I saw two big monsters facing each other above the sky. The monsters are so powerful that they cover thousands of miles like long clouds covering the sun.

One of them is a pitch-black divine dragon with dense black scales. It is extremely powerful and extremely ferocious.

The other one is a big bird covered in blood and feathers, with its wings hanging down to the sky, and its tail feathers are tens of feet long, burning with black flames.

If there were other monster clans here, the power of the two monsters alone would be enough to break their hearts and kneel down to surrender.

Even though Long Aotian had been crushed by Ling Xiao at this time, he still instinctively prostrated himself on the ground with a terrified expression.

"Why are you so nervous?"

But looking at the two monsters confronting each other, a ray of helplessness appeared on Ling Xiao's face, he pinched Long Aotian's neck with one hand, and stepped towards the sky.

"Um?"

Huahua was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Ling Xiao in disbelief, "My lord... this big bird is..."

"Purgatory Phoenix, ancient blood, pure blood."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, landed on the shoulder of the blood phoenix, and waved at the trick, "What are you still doing in a daze? Let's go."

"Sir...Sir, do you mean... from now on, it will be your mount?"

At this time, Huahua was obviously a little frightened, and looked at Ling Xiao in a daze, but did not dare to land on the blood phoenix.

It's over!

In the past, she could still gain a foothold in the domain by virtue of her status as a young master's mount.

But now, the young master got tired of her and got a new pet, so what will happen to her...

Hiss!

Braised? steamed? Or was it directly inserted into... a stick and roasted?

For a moment, Huahua's head was covered with cold sweat, and she almost knelt at Ling Xiao's feet on the spot, begging for his forgiveness.

"what's on your mind?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Before, he used to scare Huahua, saying that he would stew her to eat.

But, after all, the days when this magic dragon was by his side were almost the same as Ye Qingchan's.

It is really rare to be loyal all the way.

"Young master... I know... I didn't work hard enough before, which broke your heart... Don't worry, I will work harder in the future and practice hard, and I will never lose your face."

The more Huahua talked, the more wronged she became, her eyes filled with tears.

At this moment, how could she not feel that the realm of the blood phoenix above her head was at the ninth rank of the holy realm, which was eight ranks higher than her.

Riding on it is obviously more attractive than riding on yourself.

"Come up."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, grabbed Huahua's jade hand, stepped on Xuehuang's body side by side, and walked towards Fengqi Mountain.

He practiced in the stone pool that day and broke the seal at the bottom of the pool. He originally thought that the purgatory phoenix might not be able to break out of its shell smoothly.

Unexpectedly, the 170,000 years of deep sleep did not erase its vitality and wisdom, but instead allowed it to accumulate endless spiritual power.

Just when Ling Xiao had devoured the divine machine in the pool, and his cultivation had completely stepped into the third rank of the Earth Supreme, this blood phoenix broke out of its shell and appeared in front of Ling Xiao.

and! !

Its cultivation base has stepped into the ninth rank of the holy realm in one fell swoop, and it is holy at birth!

Such a talent is really shocking, but when he thinks of the vast blood power in this pool, Ling Xiao is relieved.

Of course, if it wasn't for the blood of the Divine Phoenix contained in Long Aotian's body, Ling Xiao wouldn't mind stripping off his blood essence to forge the body of the Heavenly Demon.

However, since the blood of the Golden Dragon Clan is also flowing with the blood of the Divine Phoenix, there is no need to kill this Purgatory Phoenix.

Keep it by your side, and it may be useful when you visit the Immortal Realm in the future.

Although Lian Qiluo guessed Ling Xiao's intention wrong, she was right about one thing.

If Ling Xiao wants to overthrow the rule of the fairy clan, the current demon clan alone may not be enough.

What's more, since Ling Xiao had already guessed that the rebirth of the Heavenly Demon was a conspiracy, it was even more impossible for him to fully trust the former general of the Heavenly Demon.

The Phoenix family is the true blood of the demon gods, with a long history and powerful strength.

And for Ling Xiao who has merged with the Phoenix seal, they will be a very strong help.

As for the remaining phoenix seal, Ling Xiao has already made a decision in his heart.

"Chirp!"

Above the blue sky, the great phoenix fluttered its wings and soared for thousands of miles.

At the same time, on Fengqi Mountain, cracks pierced through the void, destroying the heaven and the earth.

The entire Fengshan Mountain has long been fragmented and mighty.

In front of the main hall on the top of the mountain, Zheyan was standing there with a sad and indignant expression, his whole body was covered with scars, some of which had exposed bones.

It stands to reason that with his cultivation level, ordinary injuries would not hurt the source at all, and he would be able to recover in an instant.

But at this moment, his aura was extremely sluggish, and his body was full of twilight, obviously at the end of his strength.

In the surrounding square, one after another majestic figures stood quietly, besieging the strong men of the nine-colored kite tribe in the center, with mocking expressions on their faces.

"Zheyan, if you don't surrender, your Shenyuan clan will have no chance."

In front of the crowd, Jin Ji stood with his hands behind his back, his golden robe shining brilliantly, and he was invincible.

"Hmph, Jinji, don't forget, Goddess Fuyao is from my kite clan, if you dare to destroy my kite clan today, the goddess will definitely make you pay in blood in the future."

Zheyan snorted coldly, a pair of old eyes were faintly lonely.

he knows

Dao, this kind of rhetoric is extremely pale, and it is difficult to deter others at all.

The reason why Goddess Fuyao agreed to protect the Nine-color God Kite for a hundred thousand years was to completely cut off this trace of cause and effect.

Today, Mr. Ling Xiao entered this world, mostly entrusted by Goddess Fuyao.

If the Nine-Colored God Kite Clan didn't know good from bad, the end would be extremely miserable.

After all, Goddess Fuyao has long since lost any affection for the Nine-Colored God Kite Clan.

"Hahahaha, Zheyan, do you believe these words yourself? The Goddess Fuyao was indeed unparalleled in the world, but if I remember correctly, her most painful experience should be thanks to you?"

Jin Ji had a sarcastic expression, and there was concern in his eyes.

With his strength, it is not a problem to suppress Zheyan, but if he wants to kill him, he must bear some risks.

The two are both rank nine, if Zheyan is desperate, the Jiao clan will definitely suffer heavy losses today.

Therefore, the best way is to make him surrender and become a servant of the Jiao clan.

In this way, there will be no more changes in the Flood Clan's Palm Sky.

"Zheyan, you and I are old acquaintances. To be honest, although the Aotian Son of our clan was suppressed by Fuyao Goddess back then, he has awakened the most powerful bloodline talent of our Jinjiao clan during these 100,000 years. Flood Dragon Transformation, just give him some more time, the Holy Son is bound to become the real master of Huangluo Land, our two clans are united, maybe we can lead the clans out of this place, and see the true heights of heaven and earth!"

Jin Ji's tone was low, with a look of sincere eagerness on his face.

Flood Dragon Transformation is the bloodline supernatural power in the legend of the Jin Jiao Clan. Once awakened, there will be an opportunity to transform into a dragon.

It can be said that even the Goddess Fuyao back then was not as good as the current Long Aotian in terms of bloodline level!

"Buzz."

Can! !

The moment Jin Ji's voice fell, there was a strange sound of breaking wind suddenly from the end of the sky.