Although the Blue Bird has a low cultivation level, its seniority is extremely high, and its status in the clan is unimaginable. It is the legitimate son of the Phoenix. Even if the Golden Immortal meets it, he will still show a flattering and pleasing smile.

"Oh no!" Yang Sanyang was suddenly shocked. At this time, he was fully refining the fire seed of Nanming Lihuo, but he had no intention and energy to control the blue bird: "If the blue bird turns against the water at this time, I am afraid that I will die without a place to bury!"

One wrong step, one wrong step.

Yang Sanyang originally thought that with a blue bird leading the way, he could climb to the sycamore tree directly, and then quietly took the branches and escaped, but who could have thought that the Nanming Lihuo was burning on the sycamore tree?

Nanming Lihuo blocked Yang Sanyang's footsteps and interrupted his plan. If he knew that Nanming Lihuo would definitely make all preparations, and then he would try his best to climb the sycamore tree.

pity!

Yang Sanyang was anxious, his energy began to be disordered, and the blue bird's eyes flashed with his head, and a sudden light appeared. He stepped on Yang Sanyang's head with his claws to comfort him, and then looked at the Jinxian who was walking towards him: "Heavy bird, haven't you seen this princess barbecue? Don't you get away, if the princess is ruined, I have to pull out your bird's feathers."

The figure smiled and stopped, and after hearing the scolding of the blue bird, he just smiled awkwardly, but did not dare to be angry: "What the princess taught me is that she is reckless! The princess continued to roast the barbarians, and the younger one went to serve her."

After the words fell, the heavy bird left, and a curiosity appeared in his eyes: "Didn't you hear that the princess has started eating meat? However, according to legend, the barbarian brain is a masterpiece. Could it be that the princess is obsessed with the barbarian brain?"

The thought moved in his mind, and the heavy bird rubbed his palms: "It's interesting! It's an opportunity to please the princess."

After saying that, Chongbi looked into the distance, and a divine light appeared in his eyes: "Come here!"

"grown ups!"

Several fairies rushed over and landed not far from the heavy bird.

"You guys go and find barbarians for me, the more people, the better!" Chongniao ordered.

"this……"

Several powerful people all hesitated, and one of them said, "Old ancestor, the barbarians have been eaten and destroyed. How difficult is it to find the barbarians? The ancestor is a bit hard for them."

"A princess can catch barbarians. Can't you get enough for the princess?" Chongbi's voice became cold: "Since there are traces of barbarians here, there must be barbarian tribes nearby. You and others carefully investigate. Don't miss the clues, otherwise don't blame the ancestor for being ruthless."

"yes!"

Several demon kings in the realm of the celestial fairy had a bitter face and could only say goodbye and leave one after another.

"Guru~"

As Yang Sanyang swallowed the real fire, the anger all over his body dissipated, but his hair was so muddy that it was as if it had been gnawed by a dog.

"It's so ugly! It's so smelly!" The blue bird covered its head with its wings and pressed its body against its menstrual wheels for a long time and refused to let go.

"I didn't expect that you didn't betray me and pushed me out and asked the elders in the clan to kill me!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a hint of curiosity.

"Hmph, is this girl a kind of person? You are so arrogant that you look down on me, and you can't help but underestimate me too much!" The blue bird rolled her eyes.

She was reluctant to let go of the innate spiritual treasure, for fear that the innate spiritual treasure would escape. Although her family was humiliated, the innate spiritual treasure was more important. Compared with the rare innate spiritual treasure in the wilderness, the little humiliation she suffered seemed nothing, right?

"Well! When I make this innate spiritual treasure recognize the master, I'm killing this little barbarian to vent my hatred. But why does the innate spiritual treasure become on this little barbarian? Could it be that this little barbarian has called the innate spiritual treasure recognize the master? No, what kind of virtue is this little barbarian? Is it worthy of calling the innate spiritual treasure recognize the master? I must have thought too much, just a lowly little barbarian..." The blue bird shook his head, threw out the unrealistic idea, and covered his nose and said, "Have you come up with a way to climb to the sycamore tree? As long as you are willing to give me this jade hairpin on your head, I will give you a piece of the branches of the sycamore tree, how about it?"

"Bah, you think beautifully, let's look at my methods!"

The energy flowed around Yang Sanyang, and his mouth and nose were sucking innate divine fire. The next moment, his body flashed towards the sycamore tree.

The endless distant void

Boombo in the sun star

The sea of ​​waves ignites the space, and time and space become distorted here, with infinite power evaporating. If the gods of Daluo are not descending, they are afraid that they will be turned into ashes after one encounter.

A golden figure stood in the sun star. The figure was full of energy, and all the flames were three feet away from it, and they had been swallowed up completely.

At this time, the shadow held a fishing rod in his hand, looking at the depths of the Sun Star with a serious look, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes: "Innate Spirit Treasure! Innate Spirit Treasure! Who would have thought that there was indeed an Innate Spirit Treasure hidden in the Sun Star. Hahaha, hahaha! My blessing source has arrived. If I can get this spiritual treasure, even the God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor, I can still compete with it."

The next moment, Taiyi's body fluctuated all the terrifying magic powers, and they poured into the fishing rod in his hand. The fishing rod was as warm as jade, and mysterious runes flashed on it. It cut through the void in a flash, turning into a thousand miles long and short. Endless fishing lines were derived, traveling through the void space and falling towards the center of the sun: "This thing can ignore the distance between the void and directly cross the innate formation. As long as I fish patiently, this innate spiritual treasure will belong to me one day."

“Huh~”

Taiyi threw the fishing rod into the formation, suddenly raised his head and looked at the vast land with his eyes: "How strange, how could that kid fall into the territory of the Phoenix tribe, and climb onto the sycamore tree, and be calcined by the Nanming Lihuo?"

"Forget it, you and I have great cause and effect, but I have to help you with a helping hand!" Taiyi's eyes flowed, as if he had seen the endless sky, a thought changed in his heart, and the weather in the void was flowing unstable.

On the sycamore tree

Yang Sanyang and the blue bird flew upwards. After passing through the clouds, they saw the endless fusom tree canopy covered with stars.

On the sycamore tree, thousands of terrifying auras live. According to Yang Sanyang's vision, they are probably powerful people in the Golden Immortal Realm.

Only when the golden immortal condenses the origin of the law can he resist the calcination of the Nanming Lihuo and use the Nanming Lihuo for his own use.

In addition to the thousands of qi mechanisms, there are also some phoenix bloodlines that are not afraid of the Southern Ming Lihuo, and use the innate power to meditate and practice on the sycamore tree.

However, these tens of thousands of qi channels are still too wide compared to the sycamore tree that covers 100,000 miles.

The two of them came all the way to the lush branches and leaves, and there were no figures on all sides. Only then did they see the blue bird throwing Yang Sanyang on the trunk. The trunk is dozens of meters thick, as if it was a small land area, so they were not afraid of falling.

The vast Nanming Lihuo rolled up. At this time, Yang Sanyang's nose opened, and his mouth and nose seemed to be swallowing the river, constantly swallowing the surging Nanming Lihuo.

"It's wrong!" Yang Sanyang realized that something was wrong. He had cultivated magical powers and could control the Nanming Lihuo. However, the Nanming Lihuo he practiced himself was simply a thunderbolt of the sea compared to the Fusang tree under his feet.

The vast and infinite Nanming Lihuo surged, which was so shocked that Yang Sanyang could only keep swallowing, and a bitterness appeared in his eyes.

"I can't stand it anymore, think of a solution!" Yang Sanyang shouted helplessly at the blue bird.

He has a Taoist robe, which can indeed ward off fire, but... this is the territory of the Phoenix Clan. How dare he show off such treasures? Unless it is an old birthday star who hangs himself and dislikes his long life.

There was no choice but to look at the blue bird. This little bird is descended from the phoenix and must have a way to help him.

The blue bird looked at Yang Sanyang with disgust, and a little mockery appeared in his eyes: "Haha! If you are willing to give me the innate spiritual treasure above your head, wouldn't it be nice if I give you a piece of Fusang branch directly?"

Yang Sanyang's face turned red when he heard this, and a red blood flowed slowly from his nose. The anger was too great, and his body could no longer bear it:

"Don't be too greedy. You guy who is skinned, it's enough to replace the innate spiritual treasure with you, the sycamore tree. Do you just want to change a piece of branches?"

If it weren't for this place to be strong, he would have to call this damn little bird to know why the flowers are so red! Why is the ban called the ban!

The blue bird was sure that he did not dare to offend him at this time. The top masters of the Phoenix Clan live on the sycamore tree. Once there is a stir here, the little barbarian will be dead.

Yang Sanyang frowned, and looked at the blue bird who was trying to catch his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a toothache.

In the nose, the waves of the South Ming Lihuo gathered, like the sea, and turned from fog into water, and then turned into a mysterious and unpredictable innate divine text, compressing and transforming into the innate origin.

The origin of fire continues to swallow the Nanming Lihuo. He wants to use the Nanming Lihuo to nurture the origin of Nanming Lihuo, but this requires the effort of water grinding, which Yang Sanyang can't achieve for a while.

I'm afraid that before he can condense the origin of Lihuo in Nanming, he will be burned to death by the Taotao flames first.

The flame is a fluid force. With Yang Sanyang's devour, the ripples caused became bigger and bigger. The origin of the Nanming Lihuo gathered more and more. The power of the Nanming Lihuo became stronger and stronger, and the power Yang Sanyang suffered became bigger and bigger.

"I really have no choice!" The blue bird faced Yang Sanyang's eyes and subconsciously turned his head: "What I master is the power of the innate divine wind, and rely on the origin of the bloodline in my body to activate fire. Although I can activate fire, I cannot control the Nanming Lihuo."

"There is no way to do it seriously!" Yang Sanyang wiped the red blood stains on the tip of his nose.

"No!" said the blue bird decisively: "This is the innate spiritual root, not as simple as you imagine."

"I can't hold on, so I can only retreat. When I think of a way to restrain the Nanming Lihuo, I will steal the branches of the sycamore tree!" Yang Sanyang thought in his mind, and he was about to turn into flowing light and escape, and retreat for the time being.

"Buzz~"
Chapter completed!