Cao Yi experienced the accident for less than a second and understood as if he was enlightened.
Therefore, according to old legend, Wutong is the king of trees. It is said that it is a spiritual tree that can know the time and order. "Wen Jian Lu" says: "The birds dare not perch on the parasol tree, only to avoid the phoenix."
In other words, the sycamore sacred tree has a special connection with the Phoenix clan.
Nine-Headed Bird's subconscious reaction of surprise also confirmed this.
"Almost made a big mistake"
The extremely weak Nine-Headed Bird said thankfully.
He looked completely different from his previous aloof appearance, well, two birds.
In order to prevent the tenth prince of the Golden Crow from bringing people to seek revenge. Cao Yi took the nine-headed bird and retreated to the Gate of Eternal Life.
The injury to the Nine-Headed Bird was so severe that for three days and three nights, even after all the power of mending the sky was exhausted, it could not be cured. Cao Yi had to change his scribe.
As expected of a world with a highly developed cultivation civilization, the number one healing power is no less than the power of mending the sky.
During the healing process, Cao Yi also figured out the Nine-headed Bird's cultivation level, which was equivalent to the late stage of refining the spirit and returning to the void.
It's a huge level higher than him. It's not surprising that he was instantly killed by one move in front of the Taoist temple.
Because of this, Cao Yi more than once had the idea of killing the Nine-Headed Bird, lest the other party turn his back and become merciless after he recovered, and he would end up in a cocoon.
But in the end, I gave up because of Nine-Headed Bird's subconscious reaction of surprise and the words of joy that 'almost made a big mistake'.
Another three days passed in a flash, and Cao Yi stopped the treatment.
Nine-Headed Bird's injury has healed to some extent, and he will be able to fully recover after recuperating on his own for ten to eight days.
Cao Yi had an idea and took the nine-headed bird back to the unknown ancient star.
It was different from before we left. The earth was scorched black, as if it were burned by charcoal. The mountains in many places were flattened. It would be no exaggeration to say that it was flat.
According to the remaining aura fluctuations, it should have happened three or four days ago.
There are no less than three people taking action, and their auras are similar.
If you guessed correctly, it was the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow and his clan.
"Golden Crow tribe, I will settle this account with you sooner or later!"
The eyes of the nine-headed bird on the side were filled with murderous intent, and the overwhelming violence was released without any concealment.
Cao Yi frowned and asked, "How strong is the Golden Crow clan?"
Saving the Nine-Headed Bird is equivalent to establishing a relationship with the Golden Crow Clan and finding out how many people there are in this race so as not to be caught off guard in the future.
"There are ten princes in the Golden Crow clan, and their cultivation levels are almost the same. However, the combined attack method is very powerful. If ten people join forces, there will be almost no opponents for the immortals or below."
Nine-headed Bird replied.
"What is the difference between immortals and non-immortals? What is the difference between new gods and ancient gods?"
Cao Yi is eager to know the power system of this world, especially the new gods and ancient gods mentioned by Zhao Li before.
The Nine-Headed Bird looked at Cao Yi in surprise and explained: "Immortals are ancient gods who were born millions of years ago. There is also a saying that they came from other worlds. For some reason, they all disappeared more than 10,000 years ago. Some people say that they went to the wide world.
The so-called immortals, gods and demons in the Three Realms today all have cultivation levels below immortals. Among them, those with advanced cultivation levels are known as the New Gods. The longest lifespan is only ten thousand years. For example, I have a lifespan of five thousand years, which is relatively young among the New Gods. of. "
I heard that all the immortal monks in this world have disappeared.
Cao Yi's heart, which had been hanging on, was relieved.
But then, I realized something was wrong. Some of the new gods in this world have been cultivating for nearly ten thousand years, but none of them have become immortals. This must be another world where the laws of immortality are incomplete.
The nine-headed bird seemed to have guessed what Cao Yi was thinking, and his eyes dimmed a little: "This world is an incomplete world. There are no immortal laws. The higher the cultivation level, the slower the progress. To put it harshly, it is a cage-like existence."
Same as guessing.
Cao Yi nodded secretly.
The Nine-headed Bird looked Cao Yi up and down for a while, and suddenly said with a bit of confusion: "You were born less than thirty years ago, no wonder you don't know anything, and your cultivation is far beyond what you should have at your age. Is that really weird?”
People in your world are slow in their cultivation. It’s my fault!
Cao Yixin said.
The true age was revealed. It is much more difficult to subdue the nine-headed bird who has a high level of cultivation and is older.
But it doesn't matter, Cao Yi doesn't plan to do this in a short time.
"The tenth prince of the Golden Crow tribe is very suspicious and will definitely return here. We must leave here as soon as possible."
The nine-headed bird said so.
Taking Cao Yi into the sky, he arrived in front of a destroyed interstellar transfer array in the south of the ancient star in a moment.
The Nine-Headed Bird was obviously not an expert at this, and it took him nearly a day to repair it without completely repairing it.
During this day, Cao Yi, who had accumulated a lot of power to repair the sky, stepped forward and said, "How about I give it a try?"
"you?"
There was suspicion in the eyes of the Nine-Headed Bird.
In her opinion, those who can handle the interstellar teleportation array well are mostly old antiques.
Although Cao Yi's talent in cultivation is outstanding, he is young after all.
Cao Yi didn't waste any time and used the power of mending the sky.
The interstellar teleportation array was restored bit by bit, and finally, it was as good as new.
The eyes of Nine-Headed Bird, a proud and cold phoenix that had lived for five thousand years, were full of surprise.
"Walk"
Cao Yi jumped onto the interstellar teleportation array.
The nine-headed bird followed and entered the teleportation array.
Clatter, the groove was filled with top-quality spiritual stones like a nine-headed bird.
Following a roar, various strange phenomena appeared around them, and then, one person and one phoenix disappeared into the interstellar teleportation array.
Half a day later, three Golden Crows came here and without saying a word, tore the interstellar teleportation array into pieces.
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Small island, Yuxu Temple.
A mourning hall was set up, white flags were erected, and white cloth strips were wrapped everywhere. On the side are wreaths sent by Zhao Li and Xia Dongqing. On the white slips, it is written that they mourn deeply for Taoist Cao Yi and Zhao Li pays homage to them; they mourn deeply for Taoist Cao Yi and Xia Dongqing pays homage to them.
In front of the shrine with the coffin, Xiaotian, Shenwang and Xiaoxueyuan, all dressed in linen and mourning, were burning paper money.
"Taoist Master, have a good journey!"
King Ginseng whined hoarsely.
The little snow ape roared to the sky, with red eyes and a sad face.
In the afternoon, King Shen said to the little snow ape, Xiao Tian, "It's been three months. Let's tear down the mourning hall."
The little snow ape didn't move, just knelt down blankly.
King Shen greeted Xiao Tian.
After a while, the latter got up and together with King Shen, demolished the mourning hall.
There was a sound of footsteps.
Soon, Officer Zhao and Xia Dongqing walked in.
Together, the five people carried the coffin with only Cao Yi's clothes to the small slope on the west side of the Taoist temple, buried the coffin, and erected a monument.
Official Zhao and Xia Dongqing burned the paper, said some words of condolences, and left.
The king of ginseng, the little snow ape, roared to the sky, kneeling in front of the grave without saying a word.
The sky turned gloomy at some point, and soon the wind started blowing, whining like a child's cry.
On the surface around the island, rat heads popped up one after another, densely packed with hundreds of thousands of them.
Hundreds of rag dolls were floating in the air, and vicious cries were heard from inside.
"As soon as the Taoist priest was buried, Mrs. Diyong and the remnants of Hao Ji couldn't bear it anymore."
King Ginseng sneered.
The little snow ape, roaring in the sky, is waiting in full array.
