Chapter 1218

"That's the villain, who lives in the dark dimension and gives us space to clean up the feathers of the Shengpeng family."

Yu Kong pointed at them and said with a smile.

"Little... Little Terran?"

Ye Feng pulled at the corner of his mouth.

Do you think the giants who are 100 meters tall are villains?

What am I?

Super small Terrans?

Ye Feng make complaints about him.

Dong Dong!

When the group of tall little people entered the Holy Island, they immediately climbed a huge tree to help a space Saint Peng standing there comb his feathers.

Their movements are very skillful.

Every space Shengpeng has some withered feathers, which still grow tenaciously on it.

If you don't get rid of it, it will be very uncomfortable.

The strong of the small Terran first took out a special liquid medicine and sprayed it on the root of the dead feather to make it loose, then quickly pulled it out and filled it with a kind of mud.

"That's white sand!"

Yukong pointed to the mud in the hands of the little Terran.

This object is in the shape of sediment, with spiritual light flashing on the surface and vigorous vitality.

"That's a specialty of the place where the space jellyfish is located."

Yukong added, "before the death of the space jellyfish, it will come to the island where the small Terran is located, die on the beach and gradually decompose into white sand mud. It is the best medicine for treating injuries."

"And this magical material?!"

Ye Feng slightly picked his eyebrows, which was also a long experience.

On a tree not far away.

With the white sand mud applied to the wound, the space Shengpeng immediately grew new feathers, and the speed was very fast.

A moment later.

The feather was restored.

It looks bright, no different from normal feathers, and emits a faint smell of space.

The villains did the same.

They pulled out all the dead and necrotic feathers on the space Shengpeng, and then treated it with white sand mud.

Half an hour later.

The work of combing the feathers is finished.

Hundreds of feathers have fallen off from a space Shengpeng, which is not a lot.

"Well, the hair loss rate is not high, very good."

Space Saint Peng old Zu Yukong said with a smile.

On the ground.

Hundreds of feathers fell. Originally, each one was as big as a tree, but when it fell to the ground, it narrowed to palm size, which was amazing.

"This is our space contraction talent."

Yukong explained.

On the seat.

Ye Feng and Gu Lingxian looked at each other.

They realized one thing.

No matter what you think, it seems that you can be overheard by Yukong, the ancestor of space Shengpeng.

"Don't be surprised, guys!"

Yukong's voice sounded again, "I can't eavesdrop on your heart, but I've lived too long. I can guess what you think."

Hearing this, Ye Feng picked his eyebrow.

Ancient Lingxian Zun preached: "there is such a strong man. When his strength reaches a certain stage and can't be improved, he will take the road of understanding nature, and his mind will gradually become like a demon."

The older the practitioner is, the higher his mind is.

For example:

A practitioner has lived for 100000 years, but in these 100000 years, he has been used to cultivate and grow to the holy land. His cultivation level is very high and his strength is very strong.

But!

After one hundred thousand years of hard practice, his Taoist heart is firm, but he may not be very strong in human and worldly sophistication.

When a person breaks through the empty realm, his cultivation stops. He has been intriguing in the family or sect, fighting with people and monsters. His strategy must be improved continuously.

A thousand years later.

This man's calculation may make the Holy Land ashamed.

However, such people are still rare.

Practitioners understand a truth.

One force reduces ten meetings!

A broken virtual realm with more strategies is still an ant in the face of a holy realm.

A thought in the holy land can erase it.

Because of this, high-level practitioners are not happy to be loyal to power, but like to go straight.

Of course, that's just most.

There are also some top strongmen who like power, regard the people in the world as chess pieces and dominate their lives.

"My strength has been stuck on the tenth floor of the hidden realm for a long time. It's hard for the power of space to stop!"

Whispered in the sky.

"We call the hidden realm the hundred robbery realm."

Ye Feng opens his mouth.

"Hundred robberies?"

Yukong picked his eyebrows. "When the law is perfect, it is indeed a hundred times of great calamities. The name of hundred calamities is intuitive and clear."

"Yes, that's what we call it over there."

Ye Feng nodded.

"Little friend, it seems that there are hundreds of robberies around you, and the strength of the other party is far better than me. Otherwise, you won't be surprised to see me."

Yukong said with deep meaning.

Ye Feng smiled but did not speak.

"I almost forgot the official introduction. I'm the ancestor of the space Shengpeng family, Yukong. I don't know their names?" Yukong looked at Ye Feng and Gu Lingxian Zun.

"Ethereal sect, Ye Feng!"

"Misty patriarch, ancient immortal."

They introduced themselves one after another.

"It turned out to be Ye Feng and Gu Ling."

Yukong laughed, stretched his resplendent wings, looked up at the depths of the dark dimension, and his eyes glittered with bright light reflecting the heavens.

Under the tree not far away.

Hundreds of feathers scattered on the ground were sucked by Yukong's mouth, and the internal blood gradually spread out and gathered in mid air into a fist sized blood cell.

"This is your reward."

Yukong blew out a breath and blew the blood cells in front of the villains. He was caught by the leader wearing the space Shengpeng feather coat and quickly knelt down.

"Keep combing your feathers!"

Yukong ordered.

"OK!"

The leader of the little people quickly waved and arranged more and more little people to climb up the huge tree and comb the feathers for the space Shengpeng standing above.

The day passed like this.

Hundreds of space Shengpeng's feathers were combed by this group of small Terrans. The latter also got hundreds of fist sized blood cells and scattered feathers.

Soon, the villains left.

"Every ten years, we have to comb our feathers, so as to ensure that our state is always at its peak."

Yukong explained again.

Ye Feng and Gu Lingxian Zun nodded and finally understood the purpose of combing their feathers.

"Are there many races in the dark dimension?" Ye Feng pointed to the direction of the villains, quite curious.

"Not much, and far apart."

Yukong shook his head. "It takes several days for small Terrans to arrive at the Holy Island of our space Shengpeng. Other races are even more distant."

"Is there a force called the first God sect?"

Ye Feng shifted the topic to the focus.

"The first God sect? That force is not easy to provoke. Their sect leader has reached the level of hundred robberies. Although he can't beat me, he has a terrible master... It seems to be called Gu Huang."

Yukong thought for a moment before he said.

Gu Huang?!

Ye Feng's eyes were almost staring out.

That's the master of the Oracle!

Does it mean that the patriarch of the first Shenzong and the oracle of the supreme official are martial brothers?

The last time Ye Feng read the information from the oracle of the supreme official, he knew that the other party was the ninth disciple of the ancient emperor, so the leader of the first Shenzong must be the top disciple.

"How strong is the ancient emperor?"

Ye Feng asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. I've seen this man's incarnation of divine knowledge from a distance. I felt my scalp numb and hurried away."

Yukong's face was dignified.

Hearing this, Ye Feng took a puff from the corner of his mouth.

A single incarnation of divine knowledge can numb the scalp on the tenth floor of Baijie. The body of the ancient emperor is at least the twentieth floor of Baijie. No wonder the oracle of the upper official dared to be so arrogant.

"Do you have a grudge against the ancient emperor?"

Yukong suddenly asked.

"Er... I have a feud with his ninth disciple Shangguan oracle. As for the ancient emperor, I haven't seen it with my own eyes."

Ye Feng shook his head.