The flames did not burn for long, and after everything calmed down, the valley had completely changed.
The big bird is still the same big bird, but all the soldiers in the flames have disappeared, leaving only corpses that were burned black by the flames.
I looked at this scene in shock and felt my brain roaring!
What did I see?
Falling together, thousands of miles of scorched earth!
Is this the legendary Phoenix?
Is this the only thought in my mind?
Does the Phoenix really exist in this world? This is a question I have never seriously thought about before!
The big bird flew back to the huge stone without even looking at the burned humans.
It just turned its head, looked at its tail, and became stunned.
Because its tail has become completely bald, and there were originally a few sparse feathers, but now there is not a single one left.
Although I couldn't see it very clearly, I vaguely felt that the ability of this big bird to produce flames must be related to the feathers on its body.
Although I don’t know what specifically caused the flames, the colorful phantom mist just now looked like a dust explosion.
It’s just that I don’t understand why these things suddenly popped out of its body?
And it itself was wrapped in flames, but nothing happened!
I have to say that the universe is vast and creation is miraculous!
Sometimes I feel that the more I understand the world, the more confused I tend to become!
Because when you know more, you find that there is still more you don’t know.
This is true for us, and so is science!
The remaining soldiers, after a brief shock, took off their armor one by one, turned around and ran away crying.
As for the original natives, after seeing the power of the phoenix, they directly prostrated themselves on the ground and worshiped devoutly.
The big bird didn't even look at him. It flapped its wings and flew back into the mountains. My sight seemed to penetrate the mountain forest and finally landed on a huge sycamore tree.
This is an extremely huge phoenix tree, which is covered with fiery red phoenix flowers. Its leaves are like the feathers of a flying phoenix, its flowers are like the crown of a red phoenix, and it seems to accompany the big bird.
The big bird landed on the sycamore tree. Strangely enough, the branches of this big tree were twisted and tangled, forming a natural bird's nest shape.
Strange to say, after the big bird landed, all the flowers on the sycamore tree swayed slightly towards the big bird, as if they were welcoming their relatives.
There is a piece of pure land under the sycamore tree. Except for some red stones, there is not even a weed or a sapling. It is like a solitary alien, standing in the jungle. Even the nearest tree is a hundred meters away from it.
Outside.
Huh!
what is that?
Suddenly, I was surprised to find that on this bare ground, in the gaps between the fist-sized fiery red stones and among the intricate tree roots, there was a weird vine lying down.
It was a vine as thick as a thumb, with red roots and stems wrapped around the roots of the tree, and then attached to the thick trunk and spiraled up to a height of several meters. However, it was difficult to tell whether this thing had roots or leaves. If you didn't look carefully, it wouldn't be visible at all.
Unable to discover.
I also found two flowers growing on the top of the vine.
There are two phoenix-like flowers, with red petals and only the skirt is rich golden yellow. The stamens are slender, like insect tentacles, sticking out high from the petals.
Born by a tree and under a phoenix, even if I have never seen it before, I can still deduce at this moment that this may be the legendary phoenix flower!
What surprised me was yet to come. After the phoenix landed on the bird's nest, it subconsciously wanted to pick up a feather from its tail, but when its mouth was halfway extended, it was discovered that its butt was empty.
The phoenix suddenly let out an angry cry, and then it could only put its mouth on its body, hold a feather in its mouth, and pull it hard, and the fiery red feather was ripped off from its body.
We all know that ordinary birds will not produce blood when they pluck their feathers, and will only leave a pit on the skin. However, this feather dropped a drop of bright red blood.
dripping from feathers.
The red blood flowed down the feathers, and seemed to have a fascinating color, falling on the phoenix flower under the tree.
The red petals swayed gently, seeming to be jumping for joy, and the bright red color looked even more vivid!
Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but be a little stunned. It turned out that the Phoenix Flower was watered with the blood of the Phoenix.
After doing all this, Phoenix seemed a little weak. He stared at his bare butt in a daze, then looked at the Phoenix flower under his body, and then looked at his own butt...
I know it must be fluttering its feathers!
I couldn't help but secretly wonder if the phoenix's tail was like colorful silk and satin, emitting brilliant light...
It's a pity that it is a phoenix with a bald tail.
It is said that a phoenix that sheds its feathers is not as good as a chicken. No wonder it looks like a chicken whether it is a scroll or a statue.
Then I saw the indigenous people climbed over the mountain and came into the huge canyon.
He also saw the huge fiery red sycamore tree, and then walked over respectfully, knelt down under the sycamore tree and knelt down to worship!
The phoenix did not bother these humble humans. It seemed that it had already opened its wisdom and knew that these humans had no bad intentions towards it.
In this way, this group of indigenous people stayed in the valley and never went out again. They built houses in this huge valley. It seemed that they were preparing to live here for a long time.
In this way, humans and Phoenix coexist peacefully!
It’s just that these indigenous people will come under the phoenix every once in a while and pay homage to the phoenix on the tree.
The phoenix on the sycamore tree has never left. It has its own pattern of action. Every once in a while, it will rip off a feather from its body and drip its blood on the phoenix flower.
One day, the huge phoenix flapped its wings, and feathers fell on the ground in front of the Tu people. The Tu people were immediately overjoyed, and they respectfully picked up the feathers and brought them back to the tribe.
Cold comes and summer comes, and several springs and autumns pass by in the blink of an eye.
The Tu tribe finally took root here and began to thrive.
They began to build houses and cities in the huge valley.
And Phoenix also cultivated and became the patron saint in his eyes.
One day, when the Tu people were building a city, they dug out red stones from the ground, which were exactly the same as those under the sycamore tree.
This discovery made him ecstatic, and the Tu people carried the stone to the foot of the sycamore tree.
The phoenix bird also seemed very happy, raising its head to the sky and croaking.
The performance of the phoenix made the indigenous people very happy. They began to dig underground frantically, trying to get this red stone, and began to use this stone to build a statue of the phoenix.
Everything looks so beautiful!
But what no one knows is that the disaster that belongs to them is slowly coming bit by bit.