"That's a small human race. They live in the dark dimension and specialize in cleaning the feathers of our Space Saint Roc clan."
Yukong pointed at them and said with a smile.
"Small…small human race?"
Ye Feng's mouth twitched.
Do you think the 100-meter-tall giants are little humans?
So who am I?
Super little humans?
Ye Feng kept complaining in his heart.
Boom, boom, boom!
The group of tall little humans entered the holy island and immediately climbed up a giant tree to help a space holy roc standing there comb its feathers.
Their movements are very skillful.
Each space saint roc has some dead feathers on its body, which are still stubbornly growing on it.
If you don't remove it, you will feel very uncomfortable.
The strong man from the little human race first took out a special liquid and sprayed it on the roots of the dead feathers to loosen them, then quickly pulled them out and filled them with a kind of mud.
"That's white sand mud!"
Yukong pointed at the mud in the hands of the little human.
This object is in the shape of mud and sand, with flashes of spiritual light on the surface, exuding strong vitality.
"That's a specialty of the space jellyfish location."
Yukong added, "Before the space jellyfish dies, it will come to the island where the little humans are, die on the beach, and gradually decompose into white sand and mud, which is the best medicinal material for treating injuries."
"And this magical material?!"
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, indicating that he had gained some knowledge.
On a tree not far away.
As the white sand mud is applied to the wound, the Space Saint Peng immediately grows new feathers, and very quickly.
After a while.
The feather will be restored to its original state.
It looks bright and bright, no different from normal feathers, and exudes a faint atmosphere of space.
This group of little humans followed suit.
They plucked out all the dead and necrotic feathers on the space holy roc, and then treated it with white sand mud.
Half an hour later.
The feathering work is done.
A space holy roc lost hundreds of feathers, which is not a lot.
"Well, the shedding rate is not high, which is good."
Space Saint Peng Ancestor Yukong said with a smile.
on the ground.
Hundreds of feathers fell down. Each feather was originally as big as a tree, but after falling to the ground, it shrank to the size of a palm, which was amazing.
"This is our talent for shrinking space."
Yukong explained.
On the seat.
Ye Feng and Ancient Spirit Immortal looked at each other.
They realized something.
No matter what I think, it seems that it can be overheard by Space Saint Peng Patriarch Yu Kong.
"Don't be surprised, you two!"
Yukong's voice sounded again, "I can't eavesdrop on your thoughts, but I've lived for too long. I can probably guess what you are thinking."
After hearing this, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.
Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord said in a message: "There are indeed such strong people. When their strength reaches a certain stage, but cannot improve, they will take the path of understanding nature, and their character will gradually become like a demon."
The older a practitioner is, the higher his mental level is.
for example:
A cultivator lives for one hundred thousand years, but during these one hundred thousand years he has spent all of these years cultivating and growing to the Holy Realm. His cultivation level is very high and his strength is very strong.
but!
After a hundred thousand years of hard training, his Taoist heart is firm, but he may not be very strong in the worldly aspects.
However, after a person has cultivated to the Breaking Void Realm, his cultivation has stopped and he has been scheming in his family or sect, fighting with people and monsters, and his strategy must continue to improve.
Thousands of years later.
This person's plan would probably put the Holy Land to shame.
However, such people are still very few.
All practitioners understand this truth.
One effort will bring down ten!
No matter how strategic a person is in the Shattering Void Realm, he is still an ant when facing a Holy Realm.
A single thought in the most holy realm can be wiped out.
Because of this, high-level practitioners are less willing to be loyal to power and tactics, and prefer to be straightforward.
Of course, this is just the majority.
There are also some top strong people who like to be strategist and treat everyone in the world as pawns to dominate their lives.
"My strength has been stuck on the tenth level of the hidden realm for a long time. The power of space has stopped moving forward. How difficult it is!"
The sky whispers.
"We call the hidden realm the Hundred Tribulations Realm."
Ye Feng spoke.
"Hundred Tribulations Realm?"
Yukong raised his eyebrows, "Every time you go through a tribulation, when the law is perfect, it will indeed be a hundred catastrophes. The name of the Hundred Tribulation Realm is intuitive and clear."
"Yes, that's what we call it over there."
Ye Feng nodded.
"Little friend, it seems that there is someone in the Hundred Tribulation Realm beside you, and the opponent's strength far exceeds mine. Otherwise, you would not be surprised when you see me."
Yukong said with profound meaning.
Ye Feng smiled and said nothing.
"I almost forgot to introduce myself formally. I am Yukong, the ancestor of the Space Saint Peng clan. I still don't know what your names are?" Yukong looked at Ye Feng and Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord.
"Headmaster of Piaomiao Sect, Ye Feng!"
"Elder of Piaomiao Sect, Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord."
The two introduced themselves one after another.
"It turns out to be little friends Ye Feng and Gu Ling."
Yukong laughed loudly, stretched out his golden wings, raised his head and looked into the depths of the dark dimension, his eyes shining with bright light, reflecting the heavens.
Under the trees not far away.
Hundreds of feathers scattered on the ground were sucked in by Yu Kong's mouth, and the blood threads inside gradually spread outwards and gathered in mid-air to form a blood globule the size of a fist.
"This is your reward."
Yukong blew out a breath and blew the blood ball in front of the little humans. The leader wearing the feather coat of the Space Saint Peng caught it and quickly knelt down to worship.
“Keep preening your feathers!”
Yukong ordered.
"okay!"
The leader of the little humans quickly waved and arranged for more and more little humans to climb up the giant tree and comb the feathers of the Space Saint Roc standing above.
The day passed like this.
The feathers of hundreds of space saint rocs were combed by this group of small humans, who also got hundreds of fist-sized blood balls, as well as feathers scattered on the ground.
Soon, the little humans left.
"Every ten years, we have to comb our feathers, so as to ensure that we are always in peak condition."
Yukong explained again.
Ye Feng and Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord nodded, finally understanding the purpose of combing their feathers.
"Are there many races in the dark dimension?" Ye Feng pointed in the direction of the little human race, curious.
"Not many, and they are far apart."
Yukong shook his head, "It would take several days just for the small human race to reach the Holy Island of Saint Peng in our space. Other races are even further away."
"Is there a force called the First Divine Sect?"
Ye Feng changed the topic to the focus.
"The First Divine Sect? That force is not easy to mess with. Their sect leader has reached the first level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm. Although he can't defeat me, he has a very terrifying master... I think he is called the Ancient Emperor."
Yukong thought for a moment and then said.
Ancient Emperor?!
Ye Feng's eyes almost popped out of his head.
That is Shangguan Oracle’s master!
Could it be said that the leader of the First Divine Sect and Shangguan Oracle are brothers?
The last time he read the information from Shangguan Oracle, Ye Feng knew that the other party was the ninth disciple of the ancient emperor, so the leader of the First Divine Sect must be the top-ranked disciple.
"How strong is the Ancient Emperor?"
Ye Feng asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know. I saw this person's spiritual consciousness incarnation from a distance. I felt my scalp was numb and ran away quickly."
Yukong's face looked a little solemn.
Hearing this, Ye Feng's mouth twitched.
A single incarnation of divine consciousness can make the scalp of a person on the tenth level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm numb. The ancient emperor's true body is at least on the twentieth level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm. No wonder Shangguan Oracle dares to be so arrogant.
"Do you have any grudge against the ancient emperor?"
Yukong suddenly asked.
"Well... I have a grudge against his ninth disciple, Shangguan Oracle. As for the ancient emperor, I have never seen him with my own eyes."