"Rumble--"
Chaos energy rolled and enveloped tens of thousands of miles in radius, like huge waves in the angry sea.
At the edge of this chaotic sea, the earth, water, fire and wind are raging, strangulating and eroding all tangible and intangible things, causing the world to continue to shatter.
This sea of chaos filled with the aura of destruction is undoubtedly a holy land for cultivation for Yu Yuan.
It's just that although he stands in the sea of chaos, the Qingping sword floating around him emits a faint radiance, forcing back the chaotic energy.
No force can come within a hundred miles of him.
So, he could only escape unscathed.
As the pinnacle Daluo Jinxian, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit naturally has the means to resist the invasion of chaos energy.
At this moment, she was holding the shrunken Four-Elephant Pagoda on her slender, white palms, carefully examining the cracks and scars on this top-quality spiritual treasure.
This bronze pagoda was severely damaged by Kunpeng Ancestor's killing offensive, but its origin was not damaged. It only needed to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to repair itself.
After taking a few glances to confirm that the Four Elephant Tower was not seriously injured, Our Lady of the Golden Spirit turned her head and looked at the Chaos Clock. Seeing that it was still being repaired, she couldn't help but frowned and looked at Yu Yuandao: "You Stay here and guard the Chaos Bell while I go to help your uncle and the others. If there is any danger, be sure to call me with the sound transmission orb in time!"
After saying that, she took out the Seven Fragrance Treasure Cart and prepared to leave.
After just two steps, the Qixiang Car stopped again, and the cold voice of the Golden Spirit Mother came from it: "Don't run around again after the Chaos Clock is repaired. I want to talk to you."
"clear!"
Yu Yuan responded simply.
In the Qixiangbao carriage, the Golden Spirit Virgin Mary frowned slightly.
Based on her understanding of this apprentice, the more readily and directly the other party agrees, the more likely it is that he is perfunctory.
With this thought, she took a deep look at Yu Yuan through the curtain, with a full warning in her eyes, and then hurried away in the Qixiang treasure car.
Yu Yuan naturally understood the warning in her eyes.
But he didn't care much.
In his opinion, what the Golden Spirit Mother wanted to talk about was nothing more than what happened when he traveled through time and space before.
Anyway, now that his "big witch" identity has been exposed, Yu Yuan has nothing to hide, so it's no big deal to tell her everything.
After Holy Mother Jin Ling left, Yu Yuan was not idle.
He dug and dug in the white chaos, and soon he dug out a huge wing, covered with soft golden feathers, and the whole body seemed to be cast from gold.
Although these wings are curled together, they are tens of thousands of miles long, like a golden sky.
The only pity is that there are no feathers on this wing, only relatively smaller golden feathers, which are softer and softer.
Compared with the hard and sharp feathers, these golden feathers are obviously much inferior.
However, the fact that these peng feathers were not damaged at all by the erosion of chaotic energy is enough to prove that they are also excellent weapon refining materials.
Not to mention much, at least it is suitable for refining Taoist robes.
He is truly worthy of being a quasi-sage, and he is indeed full of treasures!
While admiring in his heart, Yu Yuan used his magical power to shrink the Kunpeng's wings, and then began to pluck out its hair.
The golden feathers flew one after another and fell down, like pieces of golden leaves.
What surprised Yu Yuan was that the roots of these golden feathers were dark ink and looked a bit like translucent scales.
Obviously, these golden feathers can be freely transformed between Kunlin and Pengyu.
Yu Yuan also noticed that there were two powers of different attributes in these golden feathers at the same time, one was extremely yang and hard, the other was extremely yin and soft.
Yin and yang work together, and water and fire are difficult to invade.
This Kun Peng Yu is indeed the best material for refining robes!
Yu Yuan admired in his heart and held up the pure glass bottle as a sacrifice.
Then all the Kunpeng scales and feathers flying in the sky were sucked into the pure glass bottle.
In the blink of an eye, the Kun Peng's wings, which originally looked like they were made of gold, became bare and looked like a large chicken wing.
“Grilled chicken wings, my favorite~~~”
While humming, Yu Yuan took out the pure bottle from the Ruyi Qiankun bag, poured out the spiritual spring water to rinse Kunpeng's wings, and then sprayed out the Samadhi True Fire from his mouth.
But even without the protection of Jin Yu, Kunpeng's physical body cannot be cooked by the true fire of Samadhi.
Yu Yuan pondered for a moment and took out the Dao Treasure Vase again.
This Dao Treasure Vase still contained the green fire demon thunder of the Kunpeng ancestor. At this moment, when he released it, Kunpeng's wings were instantly burnt to a crisp.
Yu Yuan controlled the Dao Aquarius to restrain himself a little, and released the jade fire demon thunder just right, which could roast the Kun Peng's wings without burning them.
With his efforts, Kunpeng's wings soon began to "sizzle" with oil and emit a rich aroma.
He reached out and took out a bunch of homemade seasoning bottles from the Qiankun Ruyi bag. They were all seasonings he found while traveling around the prehistoric times.
Complete varieties and various tastes.
But after thinking about it, he put the bottles and jars back, leaving only honey, volcanic salt, etc., to briefly season Kunpeng Wings.
After all, high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods to maximize their own deliciousness.
Looking at the prehistoric times, is there any higher-end ingredient than this Kunpeng Wing?
Soon, Kunpeng's wings were almost cooked.
Rich and fragrant, overflowing with fat.
Yu Yuan glanced at the Qingping Sword floating around him and said respectfully: "Please eat it, master master!"
"Um?"
The leader of the Tongtian cult came out from the Qingping Sword. He seemed to be busy with other things. At this moment, he noticed the situation on Yu Yuan's side and scolded him in a very unkind tone: "Nonsense!"
He is a saint!
It's okay to cut off one of Kunpeng Patriarch's wings, but if he roasted the wing and ate it, people might think he did it because he was greedy!
Where does this put his face?
Yu Yuan was not discouraged. He made a stroke in the air and cut off the tenderest wing, wrapped it with magic power and sent it to Qingping Sword.
"Try it, the secret Kunpeng wings I made are unique. If you don't try it now, you may not be able to taste it in the future."
I don't know whether it was Yu Yuan's words that had an effect, or whether the shiny and fragrant Kunpeng Wings were really hard to refuse. With a slight shake of the Qingping sword, the Kunpeng Wings disappeared out of thin air.
When Yu Yuan saw this, he smiled "hehe" and cut off a piece of tender meat himself and put it in his mouth.
This Kunpeng meat is indeed fragrant and contains terrifying vitality and blood essence. After just one gulp, the information panel in front of Yu Yuan's eyes flashed.
But it's not an increase, but a steady decrease.
Alas, it's so delicious but I can't gorge on it... I can only restrain myself and taste it briefly.
It's so hard for me!
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Beiming.
The one-armed Kunpeng Ancestor fled back to the Beiming Great Abyss in one breath at an unrivaled speed, entered the cave sky, and dived directly into his Taoist palace.
Recalling the sword strike just now, no matter how unwilling he was, he could no longer muster the courage to face the Qingping sword again.
"Jie Jiao...damn it!"
Ancestor Kunpeng roared angrily, frightening the little Taoist boy serving in the hall to turn pale.
"Get out!"
Ancestor Kunpeng scolded irritably.
The little Taoist boy quickly kowtowed, rolled himself into a ball, and quickly rolled backwards out of the Taoist Palace.
At this time, many demon gods of the Northern Underworld noticed his return, and they all sent curious and questioning thoughts towards him.
Ancestor Kunpeng ignored this and directly covered his Tao Palace, which surprised all the demon gods of the Northern Underworld.
It took a while for Patriarch Kunpeng to regain his composure and get rid of all the emotions in his heart.
Then his mind moved slightly, and he wanted to recall his chopped-off wing.
Although he can reshape a brand new wing in an instant, the Kunpeng scales and feathers on the original wings have been refined into robes by him after a long period of cultivation, and they have defenses comparable to the best spiritual treasures. force.
It's just that no matter how strong the defense is, it is no different from paper in front of the Qingping Sword.
Now that a piece of his robe is missing, it cannot be solved by rebuilding a brand new wing. Only by recalling the wing that was lost in the chaos can the robe be repaired.
Just when Kunpeng Ancestor moved his soul, he immediately felt a stinging sensation of being burned by fire and struck by thunder and lightning.
Ancestor Kunpeng's eyes widened, and he realized that his wings had already been plucked out and were already cooked until they were cooked with the green fire demon thunder!
"Damn Yu Yuan!"
"I will cut you into pieces!"
Ancestor Kunpeng has never hated a person so much.
He took away his spiritual treasure twice, plucked his feathers twice, and now he even roasted his wings!
He couldn't bear it anymore!
At this moment, he wished he could rush back immediately and devour Yu Yuansheng alive. Even if he angered the saint for this, he would no longer have a place in the three realms, and could only survive by escaping from the chaos outside the sky... He was also willing!
But besides sensing Yu Yuan, he also sensed the Qingping Sword.
As soon as he thought of this, Patriarch Kunpeng felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, and he instantly calmed down.
He pondered for a moment, then reshaped a new arm, and then simply repaired the robe.
After missing that part of Kunpeng's scales and feathers, there was an obvious flaw in his robe.
A simple repair like his can only serve as a cover-up, but cannot truly restore his robe to its original state.
After doing all this, he raised his head and looked straight ahead, and slowly said: "Fellow Taoist, do you have time to spare? I have made a decision about what you said last time!"
After saying that, without seeing any movement from him, these words condensed into a line of golden characters in the air, and then turned into dots of golden light, slowly disappearing into the air.
After a moment, a scroll that was about ten feet tall and thicker than a foot appeared out of thin air in the main hall, and then slowly unfolded, revealing a magnificent scroll.
A handsome young man stepped out of the scroll, looked at Kunpeng Ancestor and bowed with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, don't come here... Um, what happened to you, Friend Daoist?"
Ancestor Kunpeng glanced at Mr. Bai and said angrily: "I agreed to what you said last time! But I have one condition... kill the Yu Yuan who teaches me!"
Mr. Bai looked at Patriarch Kunpeng in surprise. He already knew what happened without asking.
After a moment, he shook his head slightly and sighed: "I didn't expect that even though you took action, fellow Taoist, you couldn't get back the Chaos Bell fragments... Alas, let's not talk about this anymore. Fellow Taoist is now filled with anger, what he said I don't dare to believe it.
Let me go back and think it over carefully before making a decision. "
Ancestor Kunpeng said angrily: "What do you mean by this?"
Mr. Bai said slowly: "There is no other meaning. Even the Beiming Palace has been taken away by fellow Taoist, so the conditions we mentioned before need to be changed."
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(End of chapter)
