v3 Chapter 252： Surrender (on)

Sudden changes have clearly frightened these gas refiners.

After all, what they are doing now is not a trivial matter, but grilling the legendary bird Suzaku on the fire.

No one knows what will happen when roasted like this ...

If nothing happens, it seems a bit abnormal. But the sudden drop in temperature at this moment, coupled with the extinction of the spirit wood fire, almost everyone looked pale.

The scene was very gloomy, as if there were ghosts to be born.

Fortunately, they saw that Feng Hao stood not far away from Sun Wukong, with a pale expression on his face, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Even the living bird Suzaku was killed, and she was on the fire. Are you afraid of the dead Suzaku?

Feng Hao stood by his hands, and his expression was relieved a lot, because the spirit of the Suzaku in the southern boundary didn't seem to be very powerful and was not based on evidence.

Although there is momentum, I always feel that something is missing.

Ooo ~

Suddenly, a gust of wind was blowing between the heavens and the earth, accompanied by a call like hell, and the scalp was numb.

At the same time, the pile of spiritual trees piled up on the hill suddenly burst apart, and a golden light flew out of the corpse of Ling Suzaku in the southern boundary, straight into the sky.

Before everyone could react, Feng Hao had taken the lead to catch it in the air, and the speed was so fast that he caught the golden light in his hand.

Huh ~

The overcast wind suddenly became more intense, and there was a tendency to go violent.

Feng Hao held the golden light, warm and somewhat in love. It should be something similar to Jin Dan by hand, but at this moment it is constantly trembling, trying to break free.

But how can Jinguang run away what Feng Hao doesn't let go?

Suddenly, within the area covered by the original light curtain, red lights rushed straight into the sky, Feng Hao raised his head, looked at the sky above his head, and there seemed to be something condensing and forming.

The red light rising up in the dark clouds turned into the shape of a Suzaku, overlooking the earth, and the pair of eyes was dying, especially embarrassing.

At the same time, a strong coercion appeared, as if the sky was about to fall.

The gas fighters who were under pressure were out of breath and pale.

The vermillion bird Suzaku condensed by Hongguang opened his huge mouth and screamed angrily at Feng Hao and Sun Wukong.

"This is the soul of Suzaku?"

Sun Wukong's yellow hair was about to frost when it was blown by the yin wind.

As a result, it is useless.

Feng Hao shook his head and said, "To be precise, this is the true Southern Spirit ... but now it is not scared ..."

"Now that Suzaku is dead and the real Southern Spirit has appeared, what should we do now?"

Sun Wukong was fainted, he used to go straight, and he did n’t make a big deal, so what did this ink do?

Suzaku meat had just begun to roast, and it had already given off a seductive scent, and his appetite was moving.

Now, what can he do to reduce demons and demons, just want to make money ... No, just want barbecue.

"Of course it is to subdue it!" Feng Hao whispered softly.

"Are you sure?"

"You try first ..."

Feng Hao looked at Sun Wukong with a smile, his eyes showed encouragement, and it was like saying: I am optimistic about you, come on!

"..."

The corner of Sun Wukong's mouth twitched slightly, and he regretted that he followed Feng Hao into the misty land. The flamed Suzaku spirit on his head was getting stronger and stronger, the temperature around him was getting lower and lower, and the wind was blowing more rapidly.

Sun Wukong wanted to go up and smash a stick, but the golden hoop stick was acting as a bamboo stick, stringing Suzaku's corpse and grilling it, there was no way to explore the truth.

"Will you try it, Brother Feng? Just use your axe and go down with one axe, this monster must die ..." Sun Wukong blinked.

Ooo ~

It seems that Feng Hao and Sun Wukong's attitude are unmanned. The southern spirits in the air are extremely angry, then dive down, carrying the majestic richness sweeping through.

Everywhere along the way, even the air seemed to be frozen.

It was said that the spirit in the south should be in charge of the fire, but after becoming a spirit, it was a low temperature that completely contradicted the fire, and the frozen human bones were stiff.

Feng Hao looked at the scene, his body rose into the air, and his right hand was facing the Monkey King ’s golden hoop stick, he hurriedly recruited, and said in full color: "Let you use the gold hoop stick!"

call out!

Before Sun Wukong nodded and promised, the golden hoop that pierced Suzaku's body was suddenly turned into golden light and shot directly at Feng Hao. The obedience level was beyond Sun Wukong's imagination.

"This is the golden hoop of the old grandson ~"

Sun Wukong was about to cry without tears. He was born to be a golden hoop for him, but he did not expect to one day put him in his arms.

How many years of love?

Actually turned in front of him, at this moment, Sun Wukong was uncomfortable and wanted to cry!

Although Fenghao just borrowed it, but ... for Sun Wukong, who is a little bit clean, it is difficult to accept it.

I saw, Feng Hao held Sun Wukong's golden hoop, pulled out the flower gorgeously, and smashed it toward the spirit of the southern spirit.

The golden hoop is a magic weapon, not only the physical body can fight, but also the spirit and spirit.

"The deity is the spirit of the South Realm, and other mortals destroy my body, but now dare to contend with the deity?"

A sound of vicissitudes and a long history passed through the sky.

"If you were at the peak, Bendi may have some concerns, but at this moment you are too weak ..."

Feng Hao sneered, his consciousness had long touched the strength of the opponent once, and I do n’t know what caused it. The spirit of the southern spirit was very weak, as if it was incomplete.

Hum!

And the beads of Fenghao in the heart of Fenghao's left hand shivered even more intensely, struggling to get rid of Fenghao's palm.

"I have the ability to let go of my soul!"

The spirit of the southern boundary became more and more sensational. If it was not for a group of ants to burn their flesh, it might not choose to recover.

However, as a spirit, dignity must not allow mortals to trample on ants. Even if the physical body is destroyed, it should return to this southern boundary. How can it enter the mortal's belly.

"Soul Pearl?"

Feng Hao shook his left palm, only to realize that the golden light caught by him turned out to be the soul bead.

As the name suggests, soul beads have a relationship with spirits, and Feng Hao noticed from the body of the spirits and spirits in the southern boundary that the other party had lost something. Obviously ... what was lost was the soul pearl in his palm.

"If you want soul beads, it depends on your ability ..."

Feng Hao wants to subdue the spirits of the Southern Realm because ... he feels that the spirits of the South Realm are one of the keys to resurrecting the heart of the world.

So instead of destroying it with the Pangu axe, he shot it with a gold hoop stick, at least the gold hoop stick was in his hands, and he should still be able to play the southern spirits, which is good for teaching.