After prolonging the lives of the old couple for a few years, Feng Jinghong left here.
He has done his best, and he can handle the rest after Ye Hei comes back.
There are many ancient Taoist traditions left on the earth, and most of them in the snow area are inherited by Buddhism.
Feng Jinghong was not interested in Buddhist things. He came here to find a cutie.
After searching for a day and a night, he finally found traces on a rocky mountain in an uninhabited area.
It was midnight and the bright moon was in the sky.
A stone Buddha on a stone mountain about 100 meters high shines brightly and condenses the moonlight.
A little purple squirrel below is talking seriously, its fluffy and crystal-clear hair trembling in a very cute way.
The stone Buddha's condensed moonlight did not last long, and when the moonlight became slightly darker, it no longer glowed.
The little purple squirrel finished its day's homework, picked up the little stone Buddha and planned to go home to sleep. Then he turned around and found a tall figure standing behind him, which frightened the stone Buddha and threw it away.
Looking at the frightened little guy, Feng Jinghong smiled slightly, reached out to recall the small stone Buddha that had rolled down from the top of the mountain, handed it to the little guy, and said softly:
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
The little squirrel blinked its big eyes and carefully stretched out its two small paws to pick up the stone Buddha. After discovering that the person in front of it did not make any move to snatch it, it quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The bright big eyes curved into crescent moons, and she happily arched her little paws towards Feng Jinghong.
"Ah!" Feng Jinghong felt like her heart had been hit hard. This little guy is so cute!
He turned over his hand and took out a fiery red spiritual fruit and handed it out:
"Want to eat?"
The little squirrel arched its nose and sniffed, and couldn't help but swallow, its big watery eyes full of desire.
But it didn't pick it up directly. Instead, it looked at Feng Jinghong carefully and babbled, making sure again and again that this was really for it.
Feng Jinghong sent out a spiritual thought and told it to take it.
The little guy was so happy that he forgot about his fear and rolled around on the ground holding a fruit as big as himself.
How innocent, Feng Jinghong thought.
The little guy quickly woke up from his joy. He took the initiative to pull Feng Jinghong's clothes, then turned around and descended into a cave.
There is an exhausted dragon vein here, and under the huge stone faucet is an old earthen jar, which contains a small half bowl of earth spiritual milk, exuding an alluring fragrance.
The little purple squirrel raised the small earthen jar and handed it to Feng Jinghong, but he swallowed his saliva first.
Seeing its reluctant appearance, Feng Jinghong couldn't help but reach out and touch its little head:
"I don't need this, just keep it for yourself and drink it."
The little guy looked puzzled, but he still held up the earthen jar to indicate to Feng Jinghong that this was delicious.
What a good boy... Feng Jinghong sighed in his heart.
After thinking about it, he took out a gourd and pulled out the stopper. Suddenly, a fragrance that was richer than the Milk of the Earth came out. This was the divine spring water he used to make tea, and it was much more precious than the Milk of the Earth.
In the little squirrel's eager eyes, Feng Jinghong poured some luminous liquid from the gourd into the earthen jar, filled the small earthen jar until it was full, and then handed the earthen jar back to the little squirrel:
"Drink, it's all yours!"
After repeatedly confirming several times that Feng Jinghong wanted him to drink it, the little squirrel started circling with joy.
Gudong Gudong drank it in one gulp. The little squirrel burped with satisfaction and touched its round belly. It smiled at Feng Jinghong sheepishly.
Feng Jinghong stretched out her hand to smooth its fur and asked with her mind:
"Will you come with me?"
The little guy was stunned for a moment, looking at the grotto and his mother's remains with some reluctance, but finally decided to leave with Feng Jinghong.
"From now on, please call me Xiaosong!"
Feng Jinghong still gave it the name in the original plot because he really couldn't think of any other more suitable name.
The little purple squirrel, the purple pine emperor!
It sounds mighty and domineering!
Feng Jinghong was in a good mood after successfully abducting the little squirrel.
The most important things on earth have been obtained, and there is only one thing left to do - preaching!
To preach, we first need to solve two problems, one is territory, and the other is manpower.
As for land, there are many good places on earth. Mount Tai, Kunlun, and Sanxian Island are all top spiritual lands.
Nowadays, those with decent cultivation levels on earth are basically concentrated in these few places.
The other ancient great sects basically have no masters anymore because their spiritual energy has dried up and their avenues have retreated. The entire Middle-earth can't even muster a few powerful ones.
Finally, Feng Jinghong returned to Kunlun again.
Kunlun has been the head of the Immortal Mountains since ancient times. Even though most of the area is sealed, this mountain range is still boundless. In the original plot, Ye Fan only explored less than one ten thousandth of it with a map, and there are countless more.
The secret is still buried here.
Last time he was in a hurry to go back and had time to search this area carefully. This time he began to explore carefully, starting from the outside of the mountain range and advancing inward step by step.
Because he had nothing important to do this time and was in a relaxed mood, he let the three little ones out.
At this time, the image of Feng Jinghong is that a small Kunpeng with golden feathers and black stripes is standing on her left shoulder, a small purple squirrel is lying on her right shoulder, and a small blue dragon is coiled around her neck.
The strange shape made the monsters and ghosts encountered along the way stunned.
After capturing a few demons and subduing a few more, he soon approached the area close to Ninety-nine Dragon Mountain.
When we get here, there are basically no weak monsters that appear, and the lowest ones are at the leader level.
"Boom!"
Violent fluctuations came, it was someone fighting, and the one who could send out such fluctuations was at least the king of Zhan Dao.
Feng Jinghong had some concerns in her mind and rushed towards the direction where the fluctuation was coming from.
The fire was flickering, the dragon energy was overwhelming, Feng Jinghong approached here, and at a glance he saw a divine dragon horse stepping on the flames to fight with three other beings.
But it was obvious that even the other three combined were no match for it, and were beaten back and forth.
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Just as Feng Jinghong was watching with great interest, a loud roar came.
Feng Jinghong turned around and saw a golden three-headed lion looking at him warily.
As soon as she saw this lion, Feng Jinghong's eyes suddenly lit up.
The golden hair is shining brightly, flying in the wind. The majestic body is as if it is made of divine gold, full of power. The three huge heads are fierce and ferocious, and the dark golden beast pupils shine like torches.
Let’s not talk about anything else. In terms of appearance alone, the three lions are so powerful. This thing is definitely worthy of being used as a mount.
Although the dragon horse belonging to the Holy Spirit branch is more famous and powerful, Feng Jinghong still prefers this kind of powerful and domineering one.
Without saying anything, Feng Jinghong reached out and grabbed the three lions.
Seeing that this man not only ignored the warning and retreated, but also took action as soon as he came up, the golden lion became angry.
The three heads roared at the same time, the sound was like rolling thunder, shaking away the clouds in the sky.
The blood basin opened wide, like a black hole, and the wind, clouds, aura, mountains, rocks, vegetation, and trees were all swallowed into it, and the sound was terrifying.
This is a great demon at the level of a supreme leader, only one step away from killing Dao and becoming the king!
As the only existence after the four kings in the Kunlun Mountains, the three lions are very confident in their own strength. The person in front of them actually dares to look at them like animals, and they decide to chew him into pieces before swallowing.
Go down!
"boom!"
The three lions were caught in Feng Jinghong's hands with a confused look on their faces. Feeling the mana trapped in their bodies, a question popped up in each of their three big heads:
Who am I, where am I, what happened?
Then the three heads came to the same conclusion, and they were killed in one move!
Before it could have other thoughts, it suddenly found that its mana had recovered, and then it felt like there was an extra person on its back.
Feng Jinghong patted the middle of its head: "Take two steps!"
The three lions were furious, their golden hairs stood on end, and they were about to go berserk.
Then Feng Jinghong slapped it on the forehead again:
"Don't be mad, it's uncomfortable to ride!"
As soon as the slap fell, the three lions felt their whole heads buzzing. The moment they woke up, they decided to move forward honestly and honestly.
At this moment, the winner of the battle between kings was decided.
Ryoma defeated the other three kings, snorted and came back arrogantly.
Then it saw that the three-headed lion king, one of the two generals under his command, was actually being ridden on his crotch as a mount.
In an instant, Ryoma became angry and rushed over with flames coming from his nostrils.
At that moment, Feng Jinghong actually understood its meaning from its big copper bell eyes: I haven't ridden it for so many years, how dare you ride it!