"Hey, hey, wake up, wake up. ◇↓" There seemed to be a call in my ears, familiar and unfamiliar. Zhang Xiaohan stared at the dimness in front of me, and at the fog in front of me, as if a hazy figure was getting closer and closer in the fog.

"Isn't it just a name? That name is so ugly, and it has been called for you for hundreds of years. Okay, it's up to you. Call it whatever you want, Boss Zhang, Zhang Xiaohan, Xiaohan, wake up, wake up."

My hand seemed to climb up to a solid shoulder, and the dimness receded, and the hazy face in front of me gradually became real, but my heart was still in pain, so painful that I couldn't breathe.

Zhang Xiaohan stared at Xiaobao in a daze, and her real face gradually became illusory again. Her hands tightly clamped Xiaobao's shoulders, but her hands seemed to be empty.

"Sit down, I really don't understand. They are all great monks, and they are still so naive." Xiaobao helped Zhang Xiaohan sit down with a stern face, cautiously, as if Zhang Xiaohan was weak.

Zhang Xiaohan's hands were still holding his shoulders. He looked at Zhang Xiaohan's right hand on his left shoulder with disgust, and endured it, but did not take it down.

Zhang Xiaohan was so angry that she was disheartened, but after all, she was a great monk. Xiaobao called in time and sat down slowly, put his hand on Xiaobao's shoulder, and his spiritual consciousness gradually woke up.

My heart still hurts, my meridians seem to be blocked, my whole body is full of fatigue and despair. Looking at Xiaobao's eyes, she sighed softly, put her hands down, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing for a while.

The spiritual power flowed, the meridians gradually became smoother, and the unhappiness of the body's stagnation gradually dissipated. After opening his eyes, Zhang Xiaohan had calmed down.

It was obvious that Xiaobao felt uncomfortable with her right hand on her shoulder. It was not suitable. After thinking about the process he recalled several times, he understood it in his heart.

"Xiaobao, is it the colorful feather fan and the phoenix wings that broke the last confinement in your body?" she asked calmly.

Xiaobao nodded: "Yes." Without waiting for Zhang Xiaohan to ask, he continued: "The colorful feather fan and the phoenix wings are both colorful feathers on the body of the head phoenix of the divine beast. I didn't expect that one day, the colorful feathers on the body of the proud phoenix would be used to refine magic weapons by someone."

Xiaobao's voice was a little melancholy and seemed a little sad. He never had such a tone. Zhang Xiaohan was stunned for a moment.

"The head of the divine beast?" she repeated.

"You have heard of the five realms of humans, gods, Buddhas, demons, and demons. There are great monks in all walks of life, and the demon world is no exception. In the demon world, just like your human world, there are different bloodlines. Monsters are the lowest, and then spiritual beasts. The highest one is the divine beast. Among the divine beasts, different levels of suppression appear according to the different bloodlines. Phoenix's bloodline is the most noble and is recognized as the leader of the divine beasts. Even if it is just these fallen feathers, the pressure contained will arouse the bloodlines that we originally hidden. It is also because of Phoenix's colorful feathers that I felt the suppression of the spiritual pressure on it, and I broke through the final seal."

Xiaobao said expressionlessly.

"What if you didn't lift the seal?" Zhang Xiaohan asked with a look of movement.

"You saw Linglong." Xiaobao did not answer positively.

A brief silence appeared in the quiet room.

"I just broke through the seal and truly understood myself. In the words of your human race, I am an adult. You won't want me to act like a child when I was an adult." Xiaobao's tone rarely showed a gentleness, as if he was coaxing Zhang Xiaohan.

Zhang Xiaohan looked at Xiaobao, slowly stretched out his left hand, and gently patted Xiaobao's shoulder: "You have grown up, I'm not too happy yet. Xiaobao, I thought you would despise me, a small human race. You don't know how sad your despise eyes make me. Fortunately, it's not me that you despise."

"I thought you were worried about Sister Yi." Xiaobao did not move, and asked Zhang Xiaohan to pat his hand on his shoulder, but he was obviously not used to such intimate actions and changed the subject.

"She ran away, and then ran away." Zhang Xiaohan knew that Xiaobao was still the original Xiaobao and would not forget her to leave her because of the lifting of the seal. Zhang Xiaohan was in a good mood and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't forget, she said she would come to find you again." Xiaobao snorted.

"I'll come to find you too." Zhang Xiaohan laughed simply: "Your seal has been lifted. You can even resist the capital of the divine beast, and you will be afraid of the demon princess 300,000 years ago. She took over Nangong Xiaomei. Now she is in the early stage of Mahayana cultivation and her spiritual sense is powerful. She is just a demon princess. My little treasure is a divine beast that is not even afraid of the phoenix."

"How could I rely so much on you?" Xiaobao muttered, "And you are the wife of the young master of the Luo family. How can you always cause trouble? You human race are really annoyed."

"What? You said I'm annoyed? OK, your seal is lifted, you've grown up and grown up, you're amazing, right? Do you dare to think I'm annoyed?" Zhang Xiaohan angrily pulled back his left hand and pretended to be annoyed, but her spiritual sense and Xiaobao were still in touch with each other. She was annoyed or not, Xiaobao could feel it completely.

"The Wings of Phoenix are hard to come by. Just like the Soul of Phoenix, you will benefit you. Don't really remove them. If you find these two things, even if you can't beat them, you can run away." Xiaobao ignored Zhang Xiaohan's joke and said to himself.

"Phoenix Soul?" Zhang Xiaohan was surprised and knew that he was talking about the colorful feather fan: "Is it refined by the Phoenix soul?"

Xiaobao shook his head: "The wings of the Phoenix are taken from the wings of the Phoenix. The Phoenix soul is the colorful feather on the phoenix's chest, so there will be a faint figure of the Phoenix in the flames under your blow."

"Has the Phoenix fallen?" Zhang Xiaohan looked at her right hand, and the feeling of being dependent on the Phoenix Soul's bloodline was so real.

"The Phoenix will not really die." Xiaobao said lightly: "But Phoenix must have died."

Such contradictory words were heard in Zhang Xiaohan's ears. Instead, she nodded with consent: "In my original world, there is a saying of phoenix nirvana, phoenix nirvana and rebirth from the fire. It seems that the legends all make sense."

"The fall of the phoenix will fall off all the feathers on its body, but the phoenix's body will not die, it will turn into the Nine Heavens flames to burn until the ** and soul are completely refined and reborn, just like the Nirvana you mentioned, so the phoenix will not really fall." Xiaobao said seriously: "You have obtained the Phoenix Soul and Phoenix Wings, but the phoenix's tail has not yet been obtained. If you see it, you must snatch it, so that you may be a truly invincible existence in this world."

Zhang Xiaohan looked at Xiaobao with a smile, and when he talked about the tail wing, he blinked: "I have obtained all the phoenix wings to sacrifice. Will I turn into a phoenix?"
Chapter completed!