The name Caixia Mountain comes from the fact that when the sun sets here, the sun shines, the sunset is gorgeous, and the scenery is magnificent.

But before that, the name of this mountain was called Luofeng Mountain. It is said that in ancient times, the first five-color phoenix landed here and turned into a mountain range.

Xie Duanyang only heard people talk about it occasionally and did not delve into it.

But now it seems that the fear is indeed groundless, and there is a reason for it.

"Descendants of Tianfeng."

Xie Duanyang read in a low voice.

The real dragons and phoenixes are equally famous, and they are both the most powerful real spirits in the world.

However, unlike true dragon descendants, there are countless kinds of spiritual beasts such as snakes, pythons, dragons, carps, turtles, etc. that all more or less inherit his bloodline.

Tianfeng is famous for its noble temperament and difficult reproduction.

Only some spiritual birds inherit their bloodline talents.

Although the blood of this bird is not very pure and rich, and its body has not inherited much of the Tianfeng.

But just the cry of the phoenix is ​​enough to declare its value and magical power.

"No wonder the golden-backed demon mantis acted like this. It turns out he felt the pressure in his blood."

Xie Duanyang understood clearly in using his spiritual thoughts to communicate with the mantis and calm its complex emotions of both irritability and fear.

The phoenix is ​​the king of birds, and is born with the talent to control hundreds of birds. Any bird spirit beast that confronts it must be born with three points of shortcomings.

As for spiritual insects, most of them are suppressed by birds.

Those flower bees lying on the ground, unknown whether they are alive or dead, are the best proof.

Although the golden-backed demon mantis is a different species, its magic power is stronger than this bird.

But if it really starts to move, it may not necessarily win.

When the pheasant came down from the tree, it first raised its head high and glanced at the place where the light of the sword came from.

Although Xie Duanyang has been using the breath-condensing technique to cover up his own aura.

But at this moment, I couldn't help but have a feeling of being seen through, which was simply more powerful than the consciousness of the Danjie monk.

"This bird has such a keen sense of spirituality."

Xie Duanyang secretly praised and put the golden-backed mantis into his storage bag.

It would be a pity to simply kill such a rare bloodline.

This mantis is really aggressive, and I can't control it well enough, so I'd better put it away.

Sensing Xie Duanyang, the pheasant was not busy doing anything.

Perhaps it’s because the Tianfeng bloodline is arrogant by nature, and because it has been the king of Caixia and Baimang Mountains for many years, it doesn’t feel like there’s anything it can’t handle!

But I saw that it did not directly incite the evil spirit or cast spells, but walked slowly in the grass, like a chicken pecking at rice.

It's just that what it pecks is not rice millet, but flower bees head after head.

I don't care at all about the trace of poison carried behind its tail.

One bite at a time, the pheasant enjoyed eating it happily, and even raised its head and chirped from time to time.

The weather is pitiful, Jingzhou’s spiritual energy is thin, Caixia and Baimang are the top two mountains here.

But there are no good things that contain spiritual energy. In recent years, apart from the fruits produced by Lingwu, it has only eaten some medicinal herbs in the mountains and fields.

If not, even if the descendants of Tianfeng have difficulty growing up, their cultivation will not be limited to this.

After all, Baihuafeng has the second and third levels of Qi training, and her whole body is nourished by spiritual energy.

For it, it is really a rare and delicious food.

It is pitiful to say that if it were in the hands of other practicing sects or families, this pheasant would definitely be raised and raised by good people.

Lingmi Lingguo, miraculous medicines, everything is available, but it is not as stunted as it is now.

"This swarm of flower bees has cost me a lot of effort, but I can't let you ruin it."

Watching the pheasant eat five flower bees in one breath, he stopped for a moment and stood still, running the demon energy to refine it, and then started again.

Xie Duanyang chuckled and finally made the first move.

He had just checked with his spiritual consciousness and found that most of the flower bees were not dead. They were just knocked out by the pheasant's sound waves that dispersed their protective demonic energy.

I saw him using his spiritual thoughts to communicate with the queen bee who was safely nestled in the spirit beast bag, asking her to awaken the bees and insects on the ground through the connection between blood.

But after listening to a burst of invisible sound waves that only the flower bees could hear, the golden-winged bees rolled on the spot and regained consciousness.

Then they gathered in a group, swarming toward Xie Duanyang in a dark mass, and all of them got into the spirit beast bag around his waist.

Seeing the "small snacks" he ordered disappearing from his eyes, the pheasant finally became a little panicked.

But when I saw it raising its wings and raising its neck again, it wanted to send out its natural cry again.

Judging from the amount of demonic energy surging on its body, its power is definitely far greater than before.

But, I have seen it with my own eyes.

Of course Xie Duanyang will not let it go out so smoothly this time.

Ordering the Taoist soldiers to guard his side, Xie Duanyang flexed his right hand lightly and fired three sword auras in succession.

The light of the sword is like water and wind, extremely gentle, and it is not as chilling and cold as the "Seven Kills of the White Tiger" should be.

They connected end to end in the air, forming a medium-sized circle, and cleverly moved towards the pheasant.

Pheasant's cultivation level is not high, but his spiritual sense is surprisingly sharp.

Once the knife circle was completed, it had already instinctively realized that something was wrong before releasing its power.

I saw it flapping its wings, taking advantage of the situation to fly up, trying to get out of the circle of sword light first.

It's just that it is a beast after all, with short experience and knowledge, and does not know the subtleties of this move.

Seeing that the pheasant had already flown out, the circle of sword light suddenly expanded into a circle, which was enough to trap it, and then quickly tightened like a noose.

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Seeing that something was not going well, I felt the sharpness contained in the sword energy.

The pheasant suddenly screamed, its feathers exploded, and it raised its wings to wrap up the important parts of its body.

"Ding-ding-dang-dang..."

A series of crisp impact sounds sounded in an instant, and they were connected in a line.

The dazzling white light makes it difficult to look directly.

It seems like just a moment, and it seems like a long time has passed.

The sound stops.

The light of the sword completely dissipated, and the pheasant was free again.

It can only be seen from the dozens of broken colorful feathers that fell off, as well as a few drops of blood.

Apparently it wasn't completely harmless.

Real dragons and phoenixes, each with his own strengths.

The body of this bird is already considered tough among the beasts, but after all it is not as powerful as the dragon.

He cast an angry and fearful glance at Xie Duanyang. The pheasant did not take advantage of the situation and attack first, but flew away like a shooting star.

Standing steadily on the top of the green Wu tree.

The demonic energy rolled around in the body, but I saw colorful rays of light on the wings of the pheasant flying around.

The feathers, which were originally very messy, became neat again, as if they had been tidied up with a bristle.

And it's bright and beautiful.

It seems that even the shallow wounds caused by the sword's light have recovered at an unimaginable speed.

But this is not enough to make Xie Duanyang strange.

He just controlled the immortal-killing flying knife with his spiritual consciousness, suspended it in front of his head, and quietly watched the scene in front of him.

Although the green wu tree is full of aura, it is very "inner show" and not ostentatious.

But now, the spiritual energy on the trees, which was originally as calm as a deep pool, has turned into boiling water, rolling crazily.

Roads of green brilliance are visible to the naked eye.

Then all the rivers flow back, all converging and pouring into the pheasant standing proudly on the top of the tree.

"Qiang Qiang!"

There was another high-pitched phoenix cry that sounded both joyful and painful.

The body of a pheasant suddenly grew larger out of thin air.

The aura on his body is also rising with the tide, rising steadily.
To be continued...