In the depths of the Southern Hellfire Sea, in the Vermilion Bird Palace.

Lian Ling, who was dressed in a blue long skirt and a rhombic pattern armor, took Huang Lu and the nineteenth two people into the gray mist at the same time, the spirit sail flying boat and the immortal tree behind her disappeared and were taken back by her.

Step into the void. Huang Lu, who has always acted impatiently, almost fell off guard. Fortunately, Lian Ling immediately drove the wind and fog, and a soft cloud of mist held the three of them up.

The moment he entered the gray mist, Huang Lu felt that his whole body had passed through a strange barrier. Sure enough, when she looked back, the gray mist was gone.

What she saw was a huge birdcage, thousands of feet in size. Outside, the entire birdcage was soaked in lava, and she could only see a small part of it when the Sailboat approached.

Inside, however, it was empty, illuminated by the golden lava outside the birdcage brighter than day. The grids that make up the cages are like huge pillars, bending and converging in the middle of the top of their heads, forming a huge dome.

Each pillar was black, but there was a fiery red flame around it, burning for a long time, and the higher it went, the more intense the flame became. Beneath the dome where the wooden pillars converge, the flames were like patches of red silk wafting in the wind.

The entire huge cage was protected by some kind of enchantment. Although the lava outside the cage was extremely hot and blazing, and although the cage was as hot as a steamer, it was still within the range she could bear. It's just that she was sweating profusely, and the thin silk shirt was soaked with sweat and clinging to her body.

The legendary Suzaku turned out to be a caged bird in someone's hand? Fortunately, there were no birds in the cage. Of course, if Suzaku is really here, maybe they will all be reduced to ashes with one breath.

Vermilion Bird is the same as the White Tiger Killing, both of which are ancient holy beasts. It is said that hundreds of thousands of years ago, there were also dynasties in this land. At that time, there were three emperors and five emperors, relying on the holy beasts in their hands to divide the authority of this heaven and earth. The Vermilion Bird is a firebird in the cage in the hands of Emperor Yan of Southern Xinjiang.

Dongsheng Shenzhou was only 100,000 years ago when there began to be a written record of the thick soil handed down by the Lingyuan Sect. Before that, the clans of the demon world had no writing, and the way of recording was different, scattered, and contradictions abounded. Therefore, the history of 100,000 years ago is basically verifiable.

But today's Xuanmen monks basically agree on one point, that is, the ancient holy beast that the legendary Five Emperors relied on to hold power is a real existence. Not only that, the Five Emperors of the Ancient Dynasty have long since disappeared, but these holy beasts are immortal and immortal.

In the era of Qin Zunyang, the Houtu Dynasty also raised a white tiger and named it Killing, and used this as the main force to organize the sects to crusade against the Snow Country in the extreme north. The reason why they traveled thousands of miles to attack the Snow Country was not without purpose, and the target was the Holy Beast Xuan Ming in the hands of the Snow Country.

But neither the White Tiger of the Houtu Dynasty nor the Xuan Ming of the Snow Country is the true body of the Ancient Holy Beast. These sacred beasts have been used to fight each other throughout the ages, and they have been killed countless times. They have the property of immortality and immortality. Therefore, even if they are killed, the soul and body are separated, and the soul and body are broken into pieces, they will not be reincarnated into reincarnation.

After the soul of the holy beast is killed and split, it will drift away from the world, randomly attached to any living creature to continue to survive, and will continue to devour the flesh and blood of other creatures as its own nourishment, in search of its original body fragments.

The White Tiger Killing is a combination of one of the Divine Soul Fragments and Flesh Fragments, and this combination is called the Holy Beast Remnant. Because this remnant is not small, although it is incomplete, it still has strong combat power. The Xuan Ming of the Snow Country is also a similar remnant of a holy beast.

The Houtu Royal Court originally thought that after this battle, it would be able to control the two remnants of the White Tiger and Xuan Ming, and its strength would increase greatly. Unexpectedly, after a scuffle, the White Tiger and Xuan Ming almost died together, turning into more fragments and falling into the unfathomable Northern Hell Vortex. Although they tried to salvage, they found nothing in the haystack, and they could only return in a huff.

What they don't know is that Qin Zunyang, who has gained the most is the one who is good at picking up cheap people. He caught the White Tiger who had lost most of his body and turned into a white cat, and in a few words, he kidnapped the Snow Country's Extreme Stygian Grass Wen Ruxue away. Wen Ruxue can obtain spirituality, and there is a trace of Xuanming blood in her body.

The flesh and blood of the divine souls of these holy beasts can never be refined, and they will not rot even if they are buried in the soil for a long time. But these remnant beasts can be tamed, make contracts, become war pets, and bring great power, which has always been a must for the major forces.

Although there is no Suzaku true body here, there must be a remnant body or remnant soul. Otherwise, Qin Zunyang would not have called it "Vermilion Bird Palace". Lian Ling thought secretly. Then she looked down, and what she saw in the cage was not a firebird, but a huge tree.

This tree was hundreds of zhang high, almost filling half of the entire Suzaku Palace. You can't see its roots, you can only see many branches, the thick ones are dozens of zhang thick, and the thin ones are enough to hug one person.

The peculiar thing is that no matter the branches, they all look like they have been dry for hundreds of years and have long lost a trace of life. At the end of those branches, there are countless young leaves, green and verdant, like dense fresh bean sprouts, almost making people want to take a bite.

But in Huang Lu's eyes, the tree is not optimistic. Because the entire birdcage formed a huge formation, countless fiery red spiritual threads were repeatedly wrapped around this tree, constantly extracting Aoki spiritual energy from it.

Wood can make fire. Even in the southern sea of fire, this cage seems to be sweet to the spirit of the wood, like a greedy baby sucking breast milk, constantly sucking every drop of nectar from this tree.

If it had been sucked like this, no matter how tenacious the vitality of the tree was, it would have been sucked into a real dead wood long ago.

The reason why it did not die completely was that it had countless fibrous roots sticking out of its cage and falling into the lava. While enduring the scorching of lava and being constantly burned and reborn, while absorbing the breath of water and soil from the lava to continue to grow.

Of course, it is subject to the limitations of the Suzaku Cage, and no matter how it grows, it can only continue to be the source of nectar for the cage in this sea of fire, and it cannot free itself from this trapped fate.

The white cat had fallen on the branch of the dead tree, and he hesitated whether to admit that he was a cat obediently climbing the tree, or a tiger and fell from the tree.

Lian Ling was about to move down to take a look, when suddenly a terrible birdsong came from the air, followed by a terrifying heat wave. She looked up and saw that the red fluttering flames under the dome had condensed into a huge firebird the size of several feet.

The bird was still a fluttering fire, but faintly formed the shape of a bird in the air. I saw that the vague head was faintly open, and a flame of extremely high temperature, almost turning into a dazzling white flame erupted out, like a big net, covering the top of the three women's heads.

Huang Lu's eyes were filled with this blazing light. If Lian Ling hadn't made a move, she couldn't imagine any way to escape!

But at this time, a dark shadow of a slender man appeared in the flames. He faced the flames of the firebird, as if to block them with his body, protecting the three women who were about to be burned to ashes by the flames.

It's just that his slender figure quickly turned into a slender black line under the strong firelight, and he was about to be completely engulfed by this firelight and disappear without a trace.

At this moment, he stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers were hooked, like a dragon's claw, just like the five fingers projected on the wall in front of the midnight lamp, and instantly turned into a huge dragon claw. Then he slashed from left to right.

The five fingers sliced through the air like a sharp sword, making a terrifying scream. The firebird in the air instantly became five flames, drifting in and re-diffusing under the dome of the birdcage.

The light of the fire cleared, and the figure was revealed, a tall, thin young man, dressed in a brown brocade robe embroidered with strange wood grains. His complexion was fair, his face was sharp, his face was slightly long and handsome, his eyebrows were like knives, and his dark brown pupils flickered.

Seeing the three visitors from afar, he arched his hand and said with a smile: "Jade Palace Biluo Fairy, you and I have been friends for a long time, and today I finally have the honor to see the fairy face." ”

This Deadwood Rongkue Elder was the attendant of the Tree Emperor Mu Ye back then, and he was also a good friend of Qin Zunyang five hundred years ago. After Mu Ye disappeared and Qin Zunyang ascended, this elder still kept in touch with the Jade Palace through the sound transmission wall until Lian Ling's generation was in charge.

It's just that Lian Ling used to see blurry images in the sound transmission wall, and it was the first time he saw a real person. Mu Ye's age is close to four thousand years old, and this Dead Wood Sakae should be on par. didn't expect that his appearance was far younger than she imagined. And it's not as stocky and honest as Mu Ye and Mu Tou, but it's an image of a handsome son of Yushu Linfeng.

However, according to Qin Zunyang, Dead Murong's strength is as high as Jindan Shuanghua. Now that five hundred years have passed, although the growth of the Tree Man is far slower than that of the human race, and the promotion of the Jindan Monk is far more difficult than the others, he will not fall into the realm. But the strength of the person in front of him is at most the Purple Mansion Consummation, which is far inferior to the realm of the legendary Dry Elder.

Lian Ling returned the salute, swept it with his divine sense, and asked, "The Venerable Driver is not the main body, but a blood spirit clone?"