v3 Chapter 251： Realm Spirit

Not reconciled ...

The Southern Soul Sparrow is very unwilling. The feeling of being enveloped by death is too scary. It wants to beg for mercy, but finds that its neck is broken, and the sound is harder to make.

Its fate is doomed.

"You silly bird, just like you, what are you doing? You wait for the grill! If it wasn't for the delicious meat, the grandson would have hit it with a stick."

Sun Wukong turned to look at Feng Hao and asked, "If there is nothing wrong, my grandson will start plucking his hair ..."

Feng Hao saw the expression of hunger and thirst in Wuwu ’s face, and waved his hand: "As you ..."

Sun Wukong looked overjoyed, and Jin Huo blinked his eyes, and turned his head to look at the Suzaku in the southern boundary.

boom!

The golden hoop sticks through the body of the Southern Spirit Suzaku, strung it, and then picked off a pinch of yellow hair from his head, blowing a sorrow.

Huh! Huh!

Suddenly, that pinch of yellow hair turned into hundreds of monkeys, jumped directly on the body of the southern boundary Suzaku, and began to pluck hair ...

The southern lingering Suzaku was dying, his wings were cut off by Pangu's axe, and his neck was twisted by Feng Hao. Now he was pierced by Sun Wukong, but he still didn't die, and he sighed.

But ... when Sun Wukong's magical power that plucked his hair into a human hand and hundreds of monkeys pulled its fire feathers, he was finally so angry that he lost his breath and didn't stare.

...

The southern spirit suzaku died, and the death was extremely embarrassing. The gas refiner in the southern region was shocked first, and then saw that Sun Wukong really wanted to roast the suzaku, and his attention was immediately drawn to the past.

Just eat Suzaku meat, whether it is dead or alive.

Feng Hao just said casually that he didn't expect Sun Wukong to be very savvy. Not only did the pit dig, but Lingmu also moved in. Even the final plucking process was carried out in an orderly manner.

Suzaku's meat is a big supplement, that's for sure. Ordinary people can take a bite and be free from poison, stay young, and return to old age.

But ordinary people do n’t understand refining these spiritual flesh, the real effect cannot be exerted, and if a monk eats Suzaku meat, alas, even a poorly qualified person can fly into the sky.

These gas refiners have estimated the size of the Lingnan Suzaku in the lower south, and it seems that everyone can take a sip, and almost smiles.

They slammed their hands and looked like they were in full swing. There was a great deal of energy from the Chinese people to catch up with the Premier League.

Guiyuan Jianzong's disciple's flying sword was very sharp, but he couldn't cut the flesh of Suzaku, but splashed a little spark.

Feng Hao couldn't stand it, beckoning casually: "Sword comes ..."

call out!

Suddenly, the flying sword controlled by Gu Suziheng seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and the sword swelled into a silver dragon. Under the control of Fenghao, it cut into tofu and cut the vermicelli skin. And effortlessly.

Until this moment, they really felt the power of Feng Hao and Sun Wukong. They could not cut the skin of Suzaku, but Feng Hao and Sun Wukong cut off Suzaku ’s wings and broke their necks, and they were both pierced. ...

Powerful and awe-inspiring, these words are the same no matter which world or time.

Subsequently, Sun Wukong pinched the golden hoop with one hand, and stirred the guts' internal organs into a thin, rotten, golden blood flowing out, exuding an intoxicating direction.

"The blood of the **** beast is called Qiongmaoyulu. I want to drink and come in line!" Sun Wukong greeted him.

Wow!

All of a sudden, more than a hundred people flocked to each other, watching Suzaku's mouth overflowing with blood, and each couldn't help spitting.

In their view, anyone who touches the beast with the gods is afraid that the feces have amazing spiritual power.

Not to mention the blood of the beast, which is almost the essence.

They stared at Sun Wukong eagerly, with pitiful expressions. If there was a bowl in their hands, it would be no different from those beggars.

"Ha ha, have a share, bring the boy of Lingmu, and there will be Suzaku meat to eat ..."

Sun Wukong laughed and looked very good, and the gas practitioners who heard his words were even more moved to cry.

Sure enough, it is a power of integrity.

Sun Wukong waved his hand, and more than a hundred drops of golden blood wafted into the air. The gas refiners were crazy, they reached out and grabbed a drop of blood, and swallowed it while they were still hot.

Huh ~

Suddenly, the gas-refining men's faces flushed, they crossed their legs and began to wash their hair and wash their spines, going through the biggest turning point in their lives.

Feng Hao stood quietly aside, staring at Suzaku's corpse, and a few fine rays occasionally appeared in his eyes.

Sun Wukong saw the strangeness of Feng Hao, put away a smile, walked to Feng Hao, and wondered, "Feng Brother, how are you?"

Feng Hao glanced at Sun Wukong, satisfied with the title, and chuckled: "Waiting for the spirit of the southern spirit to come out, after all, it said, the heart of the world can be restored without it ..."

"what!"

Sun Wukong trembled, his face ugly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Feng Brother must be joking. Didn't he just say it ... Is it the same without it?"

Sun Wukong regretted it very much, and regretted that he had struck South Spirit with a stick.

If the spirit of the Southern Realm dies, the five Great Spirits cannot be brought together and the world's heart cannot recover, it will not forgive itself if it dies.

"I only seem to say it, I don't need it to live ..." Feng Hao looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but then his heart tightened and he said, "If you die, wouldn't you be able to eat Suzaku?"

Feng Hao couldn't help supporting it, and turned his eyes on Sun Wukong: "So I'm waiting for its soul to come out, just grab the soul, the flesh is useless."

Regarding this aspect, Feng Hao still has a great say. As the Suzaku Ling in the South, even if it is really the key to reviving the heart of the world, it has nothing to do with its physical body.

After all, if such strong men died physically, wouldn't everything be empty? But if the body dies and the spirit is immortal, it will still be able to revive the heart of the world.

This is the core **** crystal that comes from the ancestor of the **** world.

"Hey!"

Sun Wukong was finally relieved, and no guilt was felt in his heart. Instead, he lashed out Suzaku's corpse madly, trying to force Suzaku's soul.

"Fire!"

The spirit of the Southern Realm didn't come out, Feng Hao had to let Sun Wukong start roasting Suzaku meat, but he didn't believe it, which couldn't force the soul of the South Realm Suzaku.

Huh!

Sun Wukong raised the Suzaku corpse with a gold hoop and placed it on the stand prepared by the gas refiner. Then, the gas refiner playing with fire ignited the spirit wood and the fire was raging. They cheered and sang a song of war, a sense of sight at a bonfire party.

Huh ~

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind blowing without warning, and in the night, it added a bit of infiltration.

At the same time, the burning fire of the extremely strong spirit wood went out for no reason at this moment, and the temperature around it suddenly dropped a few minutes.

"Are you finally coming out?"

Feng Hao looked dignified. He knew that the really powerful Suzaku was not the Southern Soul, but the Southern Soul that was the key.