The sudden change obviously frightened these Qi refiners.
After all, what they were doing now was no small matter. They were roasting the legendary Suzaku bird on the fire.
No one knows what will happen if it continues to bake like this...
If nothing happened, it would seem a little abnormal. But at this moment, the temperature dropped sharply, coupled with the extinguished spirit wood fire, everyone looked almost pale.
The scene was very eerie, as if a ghost was about to appear.
Fortunately, they saw Feng Hao and Sun Wukong standing not far away with their hands behind their backs, with indifferent expressions on their faces, so they had nothing to be afraid of.
He even killed the living sacred bird Suzaku and even put him on the fire. How could he still be afraid of the dead Suzaku?
Feng Hao stood with his hands behind his hands, his expression softened a lot, because the soul of the southern world spirit Suzaku did not seem to be very powerful and was not enough to be relied upon.
Although the momentum is there, I always feel like something is missing.
Woohoo~
Suddenly, gusts of dark wind blew between the sky and the earth, accompanied by a call from hell, which made the terrified person's scalp numb.
At the same time, the pile of spiritual trees piled up into a hill suddenly exploded and exploded, and a golden light flew out from the corpse of the Southern Realm Suzaku and shot straight into the sky.
Before anyone could react, Feng Hao had already taken the lead and grabbed it in the air. He was so fast that he caught the golden light in his hand in an instant.
Phew~
The cold wind suddenly became stronger and more violent.
Feng Hao held the golden light in his hand. It was warm and he couldn't put it down. It should feel like something similar to a golden elixir, but at the moment it was trembling constantly and he wanted to break free.
But if Feng Hao doesn't let go of something, how can Jin Guang escape?
Suddenly, within the area covered by the light curtain, streaks of red light shot straight into the sky. Feng Hao raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. It seemed that something was condensing and forming among the clouds.
As the clouds rolled in, the rising red light actually transformed into the shape of a red bird, overlooking the earth. The eyes were full of death, which was particularly scary.
At the same time, a powerful pressure appeared, as if the sky was about to fall.
The Qi Refiners present were so overwhelmed that they couldn't breathe, and their faces were extremely pale.
The sacred bird Suzaku condensed with red light opened its huge mouth and screamed angrily at Feng Hao and Sun Wukong.
"Is this the soul of Suzaku?"
Sun Wukong's yellow hair was blown by the evil wind until it almost turned to frost. He used his fiery eyes to see through the illusion.
The result is that it is useless.
Feng Hao shook his head and said: "To be precise, this is the real Southern World Spirit... However, it is not something to be afraid of now..."
"Now that Suzaku is dead and the real Southern World Spirit has appeared, what should we do now?"
Sun Wukong was stunned. He was used to being straightforward. He would do anything if he disagreed with him. Why was he so ink?
The suzaku meat had just begun to roast, and it was already giving off an alluring aroma, and his appetite was already whetted.
How can he think about conquering demons now? He just wants to make money... no, he just wants to barbecue.
"Of course, conquer it!" Feng Hao said softly.
"Are you sure?"
"You go and try first..."
Feng Hao looked at Sun Wukong with a smile on his face, his eyes showing encouragement, as if he was saying: I'm optimistic about you, come on!
"..."
The corner of Sun Wukong's mouth twitched slightly, and he regretted following Feng Hao into the misty land. The Suzaku soul condensed with fire above his head was brewing with increasing momentum, the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and the dark wind was blowing faster and fiercer.
Sun Wukong wanted to go up and smash a stick, but the golden cudgel was acting as a bamboo stick to string up Suzaku's corpse and roast it, so there was no way to find out whether it was true or not.
"Brother Feng, why don't you try it? Just use your ax and strike it down with one blow. This monster will definitely die..." Sun Wukong blinked and said.
Woohoo~
Seemingly sensing the arrogant attitude of Feng Hao and Sun Wukong, the Southern Realm Spirit in the air was extremely angry, and then swooped down, sweeping over with majestic and rich Yin Qi.
Everywhere along the way, even the air seemed to be frozen.
It is said there that the Southern World Spirit should be in charge of fire, but after becoming a divine soul, it is so cold that it is completely opposite to fire, so cold that people's bones become stiff.
Feng Hao looked at this scene, soared into the air, raised his right hand towards Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, and said seriously: "I'll lend you the golden cudgel!"
call out!
Before Sun Wukong could nod in agreement, the golden hoop that pierced Suzaku's corpse suddenly turned into a golden light and shot directly at Feng Hao. His obedience was simply beyond Sun Wukong's imagination.
"This is my grandson's golden cudgel~"
Sun Wukong wanted to cry but had no tears. The golden cudgel was born to be made for him. He never expected that one day he would fall into his arms.
How many years have we been in love?
He actually rebelled in front of him. At this moment, Sun Wukong felt very uncomfortable and wanted to cry!
Although Feng Hao only borrowed it for a while, but... it would be difficult for Sun Wukong, who is a bit mysophobic, to accept it.
I saw Feng Hao holding Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, gorgeously pulling out the stick flower, and smashing it towards the soul of the Southern World Spirit.
The Golden Cudgel is a magical weapon, capable of beating not only the mortal body, but also the spirit and soul.
"I am the spirit of the southern world. You mortals destroyed my body, but now you still dare to contend with me?"
A timeless and timeless sound resounded throughout the sky.
"If you were at your peak, I might have some concerns, but now you are too weak..."
Feng Hao sneered and said that his spiritual consciousness had already felt the opponent's strength. For some unknown reason, the soul of the Southern World Spirit was very weak, as if it was incomplete.
Buzz!
The bead turned into golden light in the palm of Feng Hao's left hand trembled even more intensely, struggling to escape from Feng Hao's palm.
"If you have the ability, let go of my soul pearl!"
The Southern World Spirit's gaze became more and more serious. If a group of ants hadn't started a fire to roast its body, it might not have chosen to revive.
But as a world spirit, your dignity will never allow mortals and ants to trample on you. Even if your body is destroyed, you should return to the southern realm. How can you enter the belly of a mortal.
"Soul Pearl?"
Feng Hao shook the palm of his left hand and realized that the golden light he caught turned out to be a soul pearl.
As the name suggests, the soul bead is related to the soul, and Feng Hao sensed from the soul of the southern world spirit that the other party had lost something. Obviously... what he lost was the soul bead in his palm.
"If you want soul beads, it depends on whether you have the ability..."
Feng Hao deliberately wanted to conquer the Southern Realm Soul, because... he felt that the Southern Realm Soul was one of the keys to reviving the Heart of the World.
Therefore, he did not use the Pangu Ax to destroy it, but used the Golden Cudgel to attack. At least the Golden Cudgel was in his hand, so it should not be able to disperse the soul of the Southern World Spirit, so it would be good to teach it a lesson.