Kong Xuan and the Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle were born from the fusion of Phoenix and were brothers from the same mother.
Why is it that only Kong Xuan has run out now, but the Golden Winged Dapeng Eagle has disappeared?
Just when Wang Ping was full of curiosity, a loud and childish scream resounded through the sky. It was somewhat similar to the cry of the phoenix, but different at the same time.
"Okay, okay, okay, God has mercy on my ancestor, give me another child. You two brothers must support each other and love each other."
Zu Feng's voice came again, full of surprise that could not be concealed.
Within the original five-color light, a black light rushed up, occupying a small half of the area.
"Let's just say that if Kong Xuan appears, how could the Golden Winged Dapeng Eagle not appear?"
Witnessing this scene, Wang Ping showed a smile in his eyes.
Dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns are not available, but peacocks and golden-winged roc eagles are also good.
Wang Ping made up his mind and rushed towards the source of the vision without stopping.
Kong Xuan and the golden-winged roc eagle were born, the ancestral phoenix was enthroned, the heaven and earth screamed, and the blood rain became thicker.
Animals, birds, water monsters, all living things cried blood, and their mournful cries shook the sky, as they bid farewell to the Third Ancestor.
The Third Patriarch had great merits and virtues in ancient times.
When Pangu was born, three thousand Chaos Demon Gods besieged Pangu, but Pangu chopped him down with one axe.
After Pangu opened the sky, these remaining souls of the demon gods turned into ferocious beasts, causing harm to the world and causing endless evil.
It was the Ancestral Dragon, the Ancestral Phoenix, and the Ancestral Qilin who led all sentient beings to suppress and destroy these ferocious beasts and restore a relatively stable and peaceful era to the ancient world.
Now that the Third Patriarch has left, all living beings remember their kindness and express their high respect for the Third Patriarch in their own way.
"Feeling the host's strong will, please choose."
"One: conquer Kong Xuan, interfere with Zhunti's cause and effect, and possibly become enemies with Zhunti, and reward him with a somersault cloud (imitation)."
"Two: Conquer the golden-winged roc eagle, interfere with the cause and effect, and offend Ran Deng with a certain probability, and reward Fang Tian with a painted halberd."
"Three: Only children can choose. If you want to conquer them, conquer them all. If you offend Zhunti and Ran Deng, you will be rewarded with the method of advancing to the Divine Rainbow Technique."
"Four: If you fail to conquer, you will not be implicated in the cause and effect, and you will be rewarded with the Dayan catastrophe-avoiding technique."
The sound of the system always came so suddenly, Wang Ping couldn't help but stop and think.
This time, there is no reward for the cultivation value of the street goods. The four rewards given seem to be good.
Let’s not talk about the somersault cloud. Although it is an imitation, this thing is a symbol of a divine monkey in the future. There is no one with a speed of 18,000 miles, but it should be 30,000 miles.
Fang Tian Hua Ji, well, this one seems a bit ordinary.
As for the Divine Rainbow Technique, it is definitely not bad. Now that Wang Ping has arrived, it all depends on the Divine Movement Technique.
It was upgraded from the Divine Walking Technique, and the Divine Rainbow Technique is not far behind.
Finally, there is this Dayan calamity avoidance method, which sounds pretty cool.
It seems that the system also thinks that he is unlikely to be conquered, so the reward provided for failure is not bad.
"No matter what, just go ahead and conquer. It's good to conquer, but it doesn't matter if you fail to conquer."
With his mind spinning, Wang Ping rushed all the way roaring.
He wouldn't know if he wasn't in a hurry. Only when he was on the road did Wang Ping know how far the air wave had blown him.
According to the speed at which he was currently performing the Divine Movement Technique, Wang Ping felt that it would take at least more than ten days based on a twenty-four-hour day.
Wang Ping, who was in a hurry, encountered a huge creature lying on the ground about half a day later.
After a few careful glances, Wang Ping recognized at a glance that the guy was a unicorn.
In the previous war between the three ancestors, not only Wang Ping but also some surviving members of the Qilin tribe were blown away in all directions.
The Qilin in front of me should be the one that happened to be swept to the same direction as Wang Ping.
"Hehe, God really wants to give me a unicorn mount first. Even if it dies, it will be good as a snack."
Thinking happily, Wang Pingfei fell down.
The unicorn below has dark green scales, and looks like a black unicorn.
Falling in front of him, Wang Ping tried to breathe. Qilin was still breathing, but he passed out.
However, looking at him covered in blood and looking extremely embarrassed, he was not much better, and he suffered fatal injuries.
After all, not everyone is like him. He has an immortal body and can be blown from such a distance without being injured.
"I'm injured. I don't seem to have the means to heal the injury."
Scratching his head, Wang Ping felt very embarrassed.
In this situation, if you want to be a mount, you can't do it. You should just turn it into a snack and swallow it to improve your strength.
There is no interference from Rahu this time, so the improvement should be good.
Just when Wang Ping was about to take action, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed next to Qilin.
The figure was wearing a green robe, with his hands behind his back, and a hint of unruly aura between his brows.
"Little brother, how about you give it to me?"
The figure spoke and his eyes fell on Wang Ping.
The confused Wang Ping looked at the other party, who are you, why should I give it to you?
So Wang Ping shook his head: "No, I discovered it first."
"Little brother, with your strength, you cannot protect it. If it follows you, its injuries will not only be unable to recover, but will only worsen, and it will eventually die. Moreover, little brother, your strength cannot subdue him."
Looking at Wang Ping quietly, the figure said calmly.
Wang Ping muttered: "I know it can't heal its injury, so I plan to eat it."
"What, you want to eat this unicorn?"
At this time, the figure finally showed a hint of shock and looked at Wang Ping strangely.
Wang Ping said: "If the injury can't be cured, why not eat it?"
The figure didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What he said made sense. If it had been in the past, he would not have said more, left Qilin and left.
But now that Zu Qilin is dead, there is no one left in the Qilin clan. If you kill one, you will lose one. You can't let the foodie in front of you eat it.
With his mind spinning, the figure's eyes flickered and he said, "Little brother, let's do this. I owe you a favor from Tongtian. This unicorn belongs to me. As long as you find it in the future, I will help you once."
"What, what did you say your name was?"
The stunned Wang Ping looked up and down again at the green-robed man in front of him.
Is this guy the Supreme Saint Tongtian Cult Leader among the Three Pure Ones who was later sanctified?
The leader of Tongtian who used his own power to set up the Immortal Killing Sword Formation and start a war with the four great saints?
"My, my name is Tongtian, little brother, why do you look like this?"
The man in green robe looked at Wang Ping, puzzled by the meaning in Wang Ping's eyes.
He remembered that he didn't recognize the person in front of him, but he seemed to know him.
"Haha, brother, little brother, you are my long-lost brother."
Wang Ping laughed, suddenly ran over and hugged Tongtian's shoulders excitedly.
Tongtian was so frightened that he was confused, no, what are these and what? Why didn’t I know that I had such a brother?
After being stunned for a while, Tongtian came back to his senses and coughed lightly: "Little brother, um, I don't remember having a big brother like you. Are you remembering it wrong?"
"That's right, I'll tell you the truth, brother. Brother, you are the incarnation of the soul of the great god Pangu. Brother, I am the incarnation of the hair of the great god. Think about it, the soul is in the head and the hair is on the top of the head. I am Isn’t he the eldest brother?”
Wang Ping was talking nonsense seriously. If he deceived the future saint into a younger brother and told it later, it would be more respectable.
