Chapter 1772： On the mountain

On the top of the barren mountain, the situation changed suddenly.

I saw above the sky, two big monsters facing each other, the monsters were mighty, like long clouds covering the sun, covering thousands of miles.

One of them is a dark dragon with black scales, the dragon is at its peak, and it is very fierce.

The other one was a large bird covered in blood feathers, with wings hanging down to the sky, tail feathers with a length of several dozen feet, and a black flame burning.

If there are other monsters here, I am afraid that the power of the two monsters alone will be enough to break their hearts and surrender on their knees.

Even though Long Aotian had already been shattered by Ling Xiao at this time, he still instinctively crawled on the ground, looking terrified.

"Why are you so nervous?"

Looking at the two monsters facing each other, Ling Xiao's face showed a hint of helplessness, holding Long Aotian's neck with one hand and stepping towards the sky.

"Um?"

Hua Hua was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ling Xiao in disbelief, "Young Master... This big bird is..."

"Purgatory Phoenix, ancient blood, pure blood."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, landed on the shoulders of the blood phoenix, and beckoned towards Hua Hua, "What are you still doing? Let's go."

"Master... Master, you mean... from now on, it will be your mount?"

At this time, Hua Hua was obviously a little frightened, and looked at Ling Xiao at a loss, but did not dare to land on the blood phoenix.

It's over! It's over!

In the past, she was still able to gain a foothold in the domain by relying on the status of the son's mount.

But now, the son is tired of sitting on her and has a new pet, then what will happen to her...

Hiss!

Braised? Steamed? Or was it just plugged in...a stick and baked?

For a moment, Huahua's head was dripping with cold sweat, and she almost knelt at Ling Xiao's feet on the spot, begging for his forgiveness.

"What are you thinking?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows slightly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Before, he used to frighten Hua Hua, saying that he would stew her to eat.

But, in the final analysis, the days when this devil dragon stayed by his side was almost the same as Ye Qingchan.

Along the way, loyal and loyal, it is really rare.

"Young master... I know... I didn't work hard enough in the past, which made you worry... Heart, don't worry, I will work harder in the future, cultivate well, and I will never lose your face."

The more Hua Hua said, the more aggrieved, her eyes were full of tears.

At this time, how could she not feel that the realm of the blood phoenix above her head, at the level of the ninth rank of the holy realm, was eighth rank higher than her.

Riding it... on it, it is obviously more windy than riding on your own.

"Come up."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, grabbed Huahua's jade hand, stepped on the blood phoenix side by side, and headed towards Fengqi Mountain.

That day, he practiced in the stone pond and broke the seal at the bottom of the pond. He originally thought that this purgatory phoenix might not be able to break the shell smoothly.

Unexpectedly, these 170,000 years of deep sleep did not erase its vitality and sanity, but instead allowed it to accumulate endless spiritual power.

Just when Ling Xiao devoured the Divine Machine in the pool, and his cultivation base completely entered the third rank of Earth Supreme, the blood phoenix broke out of its shell and appeared in front of Ling Xiao.

and! !

Its cultivation level is to step into the ninth grade of the holy realm in one fell swoop, and birth is holy!

Such talent is really shocking, but Ling Xiao is relieved when he thinks of the vast blood power in this pool.

Of course, if it weren't for the strand of Divine Phoenix bloodline contained in Long Aotian's body, Ling Xiao wouldn't mind stripping his blood essence and forging the body of a demon.

But, since the Golden Flood Dragon clan also had the blood of the Divine Phoenix flowing in their bodies, there was no need for this purgatory phoenix to be killed.

Keep it by your side, and it may be useful to visit the Immortal Realm in the future.

Although Lian Qiluo guessed Ling Xiao's intention wrong, she was right about one thing.

If Ling Xiao wanted to subvert the rule of the immortal clan, the current demon clan alone would not be enough.

What's more, since Ling Xiao has already guessed that the demon is reborn or a conspiracy, it is even more impossible to completely trust the former general of the demon.

The Phoenix Clan is the true bloodline of the Demon God, with a long history and powerful strength.

And for Ling Xiao, who has merged with Fengyin, they will be extremely strong helpers.

As for the remaining Phoenix Seal, Ling Xiao had already made a decision in his heart.

"Chirp!"

Above the blue sky, the great phoenix fluttered its wings and swayed thousands of miles.

At the same time, on Fengqi Mountain, there were cracks running through the void, destroying the world.

The entire Fengshan Mountain has long been fragmented, and the divine might is mighty.

I saw Zhe Yan standing in the same place with sadness and indignation in front of the main hall on the top of the mountain, his body covered with scars, some of which had exposed bones.

It stands to reason that with his cultivation realm, ordinary injuries will not damage the source at all, and they can be recovered in an instant.

But at this time, his breath was extremely sluggish, and his whole body was full of anger, obviously it was the end of the shot.

In the surrounding square, one after another silhouettes of divine might stood quietly, besieging the center of the nine-colored Shenyuan clan, with mocking expressions on their faces.

"Zheyan, if you don't surrender, your Shenyuan family will have no chance."

In front of the crowd, Jin Ji stood with his hands behind his back, a golden robe reflecting the brilliance and invincibility.

"Hmph, Jin Ji, don't forget, the goddess Fuyao was born in my kite clan. If you dare to destroy my kite clan today, the goddess will make you pay for your debts with blood."

Zhe Yan snorted coldly, and there was a faint loneliness in his old eyes.

He knew that this kind of rhetoric was extremely pale, and it was difficult to deter others.

The reason why Goddess Fuyao promised to shelter the Nine Colors Shenyuan for 100,000 years was to completely cut off the cause and effect.

Now, Young Master Ling Xiao entered this world, mostly entrusted by Goddess Fuyao.

If the Nine-color Shenyuan Clan didn't know the good or the bad, the end would only be extremely miserable.

After all, Goddess Fuyao has long since lost a trace of affection for the Nine-Colored Shenyuan Clan.

"Hahahaha, Zheyan, do you believe these words? Back then, Goddess Fuyao was indeed unparalleled in the world, but if I remember correctly, her most painful experience should have been thanks to you, right?"

Jin Ji looked sarcastic, and there was concern in his eyes.

With his strength, it is not a problem to suppress Zhe Yan, but if he wants to kill him, he must take some risks.

Both of them are of the ninth rank. If Zheyan is desperate, the Jiao Clan will suffer heavy losses today.

Therefore, the best way is to make him surrender and be a servant of the Jiao clan.

In this way, the Jiao clan's palm sky will never change again.

"Zheyan, you and I are also old acquaintances, to be honest, although my clan's Aotian holy son was suppressed by the goddess Fuyao, but in these 100,000 years, he has awakened the most powerful bloodline talent of my Jinjiao clan. The Jiaolong transformation, just give him some time, the Holy Son will definitely become the real master of the land where the phoenix falls, my two clans are united, maybe I can lead the clan out of this place and see the real sky high and earth wide!"

Jin Ji's tone was low, with a sincere eagerness on his face.

Flood Dragon Transformation is the legendary bloodline supernatural power of the Golden Flood Dragon. Once awakened, there will be an opportunity to transform into a dragon.

It can be said that even the original Fuyao Goddess is not comparable to the current Long Aotian in terms of bloodline level!

"Om."

Can! !

Just as Jin Ji's voice fell, a strange sound of breaking wind suddenly came from the end of the sky.