"We cannot represent the wishes of all the ancestors. Only the three great sages are qualified to make the decision."
In the end, the Black Dragon Ancestor and others were unable to get a definite reply from the ancestor kings, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
These people are still a little weak. Not a single great saint came to this banquet, not even a holy king came. Just relying on a few ancestor kings cannot determine their future attitude.
The banquet lasted for three days and three nights before it ended. The guests left one after another.
"You can have a good relationship with the Son of God. His attitude is crucial..." Ancestor King Youquan said softly before leaving.
The Black Dragon Ancestor and others looked at each other, nodded silently, and raised Feng Jinghong's status by two levels again.
Feng Jinghong didn't care about this. He lived extremely wildly in the past three days. Every demon clan here treated him with such respect that even stars holding the moon could not describe it.
The girls of the sea tribe have broad minds, melodious singing, and unique charm, which gave him sufficient relaxation and comfort for his tired body and mind.
Finally, she made an appointment with several goddesses and princesses to visit on another day, and then Feng Jinghong slowly found the Black Dragon Ancestor again.
"Kunpeng's Nest?" The Black Dragon Ancestor was surprised.
Feng Jinghong nodded affirmatively.
"I do have a map of the North Sea, but please be careful, Your Highness. That place is very strange. Countless people have entered it over the years, including even the peerless God King, and they all died inexplicably!"
"Thanks for the reminder, senior, I will pay attention!"
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The North Sea is vast and boundless, wider than the land area. Because the sea water is ink-colored and looks a bit ominous, it is also called the North Sea.
There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in an iron pot. It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it requires two barbecue grills.
According to the Black Dragon Ancestor, Kunpeng from Ziwei Star is the real "ancestor". When he was still a young boy, he was already a great sage of the demon clan.
According to this theory, the actual age of this Kunpeng ancestor should be at least five or six thousand years old, which should be similar to that of the old madman Jiang Taixu and others.
In the post-desolate ancient era, no one who can reach this point is an ordinary person.
Feng Jinghong borrowed the Dragon Palace's teleportation array and first reached the extreme North Sea, then took out the map and started searching carefully.
But even the area at the North Sea is huge. The map given by the Black Dragon Ancestor was very vague, with only a general area and a few places marked, and the rest of the area was blank.
"We have to find a time to go there..." Feng Jinghong was a little confused.
Using one Qi and three clears, the four people started searching in four directions at the same time.
Half a day later, the clone turned into pure energy and returned, but nothing was gained.
One day later, he once again used one Qi to transform the three pure beings. After each clone flew thousands of miles, he transformed into five different Taoist gods. A total of twenty people searched separately.
In this way, a total of ten days passed, and finally something was gained.
One of his clones, a god that was separated from him, was destroyed in a certain sea area. Feng Jinghong himself hurried over.
This is a pitch-black sea area. It is dark even during the day. The sea water is filled with a lifeless aura. Feng Jinghong feels that there is a trace of lunar power flowing in it.
A clone was submerged into the sea water, and it shattered with a pop, like a bubble, disappearing without a trace.
"Holy level ban!" Feng Jinghong's face was solemn.
Taking out the Immortal Wonderful Tree, its branches and leaves swayed slightly, and the colorful light condensed into a protective shield. Then Feng Jinghong personally went into the sea.
There is no light in the depths of the seabed, and there is silence. The seawater here actually blocks the consciousness, and Feng Jinghong can only detect the surrounding area not far away.
I don't know what kind of horror is hidden in the unknown depths of darkness, which makes people feel chilly in their hearts.
"Woo~" Suddenly a mysterious sound wave came, desolate and sad, like an ancient horn, but also like the cry of a living being.
Feng Jinghong's mood also became sad. He seemed to see himself fighting against the sky and the earth, but in the end he could not protect his family and friends. His father and younger brother still died tragically on the road to immortality, and all the eight gods were killed and injured.
If this was the result, then what was the point of running around and struggling like this? His heart was full of frustration and sadness.
"That's not right!" Feng Jinghong raised her head suddenly, her eyes shining brightly.
There's something wrong with this sound wave! It can forcibly arouse people's emotions and make them sink unconsciously.
The colorful rays of the Immortal Tree shined brightly, blocking the sound waves, and then he continued to move forward.
This sound wave was both an obstacle and a guide, pointing out the way forward for him.
As he continued to advance, the sound waves became stronger and stronger, washing the sea area one after another.
Finally, as he took one step forward, the scene suddenly changed.
A huge nest stands on the bottom of the sea, and its entire body is made of real sun wood. It emits a hazy golden light, illuminating the surrounding sea area.
If you look closely, you can find that the lair is filled with chaotic energy, exuding bursts of imperial power, much like the dragon's lair in Ten Thousand Dragons' Lair. Mysterious sound waves are coming from the lair.
There was still some distance from the golden Kunpeng's nest. Feng Jinghong gave it a try and found that the Immortal Tree could hold up, so he continued walking forward.
It wasn't until he arrived in front of the Golden Nest that Feng Jinghong truly felt how huge it was. It was just like a group of palaces. He felt it carefully.
"Quasi-Emperor Qi Machine..." is not a real Supreme Qi Machine. Feng Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief. You must know that even the Chaos Dragon Nest is not a real emperor-level magic weapon.
The coffin of a ruthless man lies.
Without this thing, it would be on the same level as the Phoenix Nest of the Immortal Queen.
Putting away the wonderful tree, Feng Jinghong said loudly: "Feng Jinghong, the younger generation of the Phoenix clan, comes to pay homage to the Kunpeng ancestor!"
The clear voice echoed around, but there was no response. Feng Jinghong couldn't help but frowned, is there no one there?
He shouted twice more, but still no one responded.
So he stepped directly in, and the Immortal Emperor's human skin automatically released five-color divine light to protect him, blocking the intimidating quasi-emperor energy for him.
There is no darkness in the spacious nest, and the sea water is blocked from the outside. The real sun wood emits soft sunlight, making people feel a touch of warmth.
Inside is a beautiful little world, with luxuriant grass, red flowers and green willows, and full of spiritual energy. But strangely, there are no animals around, making it seem a bit lonely and lacking in vitality.
Feng Jinghong let go of her consciousness and felt it carefully. There was only one place in the entire small world with special fluctuations. The spiritual energy in the entire small world was flowing there, so she rushed towards that direction at a high speed.
Soon he arrived there, and what he saw was a quaint stone palace, the style of which was very different from modern palaces.
The moment he arrived at the door of the stone palace, two rays of bright golden light suddenly shot out, penetrated the stone wall, were sharp and blazing, and fell on him.