Cao Yi experienced an accident for less than a second, and he understood it as if he had been enlightened.

Therefore, according to legend, the sycamore is the king of the tree, and it is said that it is the spirit tree, which can know the time and know the order. There is a cloud in "Wenjianlu": "Sycamore birds dare not perch, and they should avoid the phoenix."

In other words, the Sycamore Divine Wood and the Phoenix Clan have a special connection.

The Hydra's knee-jerk surprise reaction also confirms this.

"Almost made a big mistake"

The frail Hydra rejoiced.

and the previous cold appearance is like two people, two birds.

In order to avoid the tenth prince of Jinwu from bringing people to seek revenge. Cao Yi retreated to the Gate of Eternal Life with the nine-headed bird.

The nine-headed bird was too seriously injured, for three days and three nights, it exhausted the power to mend the sky, and it could not be cured, so Cao Yi had to change the word secret.

It is worthy of a certain world with a highly developed cultivation civilization, and the first healing supernatural power is no worse than the power to mend the sky.

In the process of healing, Cao Yi also figured out the cultivation of the nine-headed bird, which is equivalent to the late stage of refining the gods and returning to the void.

He was a whole big realm higher, and it was not surprising that he was caught in a move in front of the Taoist temple before.

Because of this, Cao Yi had the idea of taking the opportunity to kill the nine-headed bird more than once, lest the other party recover and turn his face ruthlessly, and he ended up in a cocoon.

But in the end, because of the previous subconscious surprise reaction of the nine-headed bird, and the happy words of 'almost made a big mistake', he gave up.

Three days passed, and Cao Yi stopped treatment.

The nine-headed bird's injury has been healed, and it will be able to recover completely after ten days and eight days of self-recuperation.

Cao Yi had a thought and took the nine-headed bird back to the nameless ancient star.

Unlike before leaving, the earth is scorched black, like charcoal, and the mountains in many places have been flattened, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a flat river.

Depending on the residual breath fluctuations, it should have happened three or four days ago.

There are no less than three people who make a move, and they have a similar atmosphere.

If you guessed correctly, it was the tenth prince of Jinwu and his clansmen.

"Jin Wu clan, this account, this seat will settle with you sooner or later!"

The killing intent in the eyes of the nine-headed bird on the side was agitated, and the monstrous anger was undisguisedly released.

Cao Yi frowned and asked, "What is the strength of the Golden Crow Clan?" ”

Saving the nine-headed bird is equivalent to forming a bond with the Jinwu tribe, figuring 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 Jinwu clan, and their cultivation is almost the same, but the method of joint attack is very powerful, ten people join forces, below the immortals, there are almost no opponents."

The nine-headed bird replied.

"What is the difference between an immortal and a non-immortal? What is the difference between the New Gods and the Old Gods? ”

Cao Yi was eager to know about the power system of this world, especially the new gods and ancient gods that Zhao Yan had mentioned before.

The nine-headed bird glanced at Cao Yi in surprise and explained: "The immortals are the ancient gods, born millions of years ago, and there is also a theory that they came from other worlds, somehow, they all disappeared more than 10,000 years ago, and some people say that they went to the world.

Nowadays, the so-called immortals, gods and demons in the Three Realms are all cultivated below the level of immortals, among which those who cultivate to be advanced are known as new gods, and the longest lifespan is only ten thousand years old, such as me, Shouyuan is 5,000 years old, which is relatively young among the new gods. ”

Hearing this, the immortal-level cultivators in this world have all disappeared.

Cao Yi's heart that had been hanging was put down.

But then it was discovered that something was wrong. Some of the new gods in this world have been cultivating for almost 10,000 years, but none of them have become immortals, and it won't be another world where the laws of the immortal path are broken.

The nine-headed bird seemed to guess what Cao Yi was thinking, and his eyes were a little gloomy: "This world is an incomplete world, there is no immortal law, the higher the cultivation, the slower the entry, to put it mildly, 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 felt a little puzzled: "You have been born for less than thirty years, no wonder you don't know anything, and your cultivation is far beyond what you should have at your age, it's really strange?" ”

People in your world are slow to cultivate, blame me!

Cao Yixin said.

The real age was revealed. If you want to subdue the high-level and older nine-headed bird, the difficulty has increased a lot.

But it doesn't matter, Cao Yi doesn't plan to do this anytime soon.

"The tenth prince of the Golden Crow clan is very suspicious, he will definitely return here, we must leave here as soon as possible."

The nine-headed bird said.

With Cao Yi rising into the sky, in a moment's time, he came to an interstellar transfer array in the southern part of the ancient star that had been destroyed.

The nine-headed bird is obviously not a master of this way, and it took nearly a day to repair it completely.

In the time of this day, Cao Yi, who had accumulated a lot of power to mend the sky, stepped forward: "Why don't you try it in the poor way?" ”

"You?"

Suspicion in the Hydra's eyes.

In her cognition, the people who can fiddle with the interstellar teleportation array well are all old antiques.

Although Cao Yi's cultivation talent is extremely contemporary, after all, his age is aside.

Cao Yi didn't talk nonsense and exerted the power of mending the sky.

The interstellar teleportation array was restored little by little, and in the end, it was the same as new.

The nine-headed bird, a haughty, cold phoenix that has lived for five thousand years, has eyes full of surprise.

"Go"

Cao Yi jumped onto the interstellar teleportation array.

The nine-headed bird followed the teleportation array.

In the groove, the groove was full of top-grade spirit stones like a nine-headed bird.

With a roar, various visions appeared around him, and then, a man and a phoenix disappeared into the interstellar teleportation array.

Half a day later, the three golden crows came here, and without saying a word, they tore the interstellar teleportation array to pieces.

……

Small island, jade void.

A mourning hall was set up, white flags were erected, and strips of white cloth were wrapped everywhere. There are also wreaths sent by Zhao Yi and Xia Dongqing on the side, on the white strips, respectively, they are written, mourning Cao Yi Daochang, Zhao Yi respectfully; Mourn Cao Yi Daochang, Xia Dongqing respectfully.

In front of the shrine with the coffin, the roaring sky dressed in linen and filial piety, the king of Sam, and the little snow ape, are burning paper money.

"Dao Chief, go all the way!"

King Sam wailed hoarsely.

The little snow ape, roaring, with red eyes and a sad face.

In the afternoon, King Sam said to the little snow ape, "It's been three months, let's tear down the mourning hall." ”

The little snow ape didn't move, just knelt blankly.

King Sam beckoned to the heavens.

After a while, the latter got up and, together with King Sam, demolished the mourning hall.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Soon, Zhao Yan and Xia Dongqing walked in.

The five of them carried the coffin with only Cao Yi's clothes together, went to the small dirt slope on the west side of the Taoist temple, buried the coffin, and erected a monument.

Zhao Yan, Xia Dongqing, burned the paper, said some words of condolence, and left.

King Sam, the little snow ape, roaring the sky, knelt in front of the grave, without saying a word.

I don't know when it became gloomy, but after a while, the wind blew, whining, like the cry of a child.

On the surface around the island, the heads of rats have sprung up one after another, densely packed, and there are hundreds of thousands.

Hundreds of rag dolls floated in the air, and the sound of resentful cries was constantly coming from them.

"As soon as the Taoist chief was buried, the remnants of Mrs. Diyong and Haoji couldn't help it."

King Sam sneered.

The little snow ape, roaring in the sky, is ready to fight.