"Little crow, I must stew you in soup today. ”

Xu Feng took out a small and delicate bell from the storage ring, the evil light in his eyes flashed, and he gently shook the bell in his hand.

Ding-bell!

An ethereal bell rang out, as if turning into layers of waves, sweeping towards the crows.

The sound of the bell is a divine soul attack, and ordinary innate quadruple martial artists may not be able to receive this bell's divine soul attack intact.

Although the crow was quite strong, when this divine soul attack landed on him, he was like a frosted eggplant, unable to jump any longer.

"With this ability, you still dare to act in front of the master?"

Xu Feng couldn't help but smile slightly, he had already decided to stew this crow and boil it in soup, so as to extinguish the anger in his heart.

"This king is not feeling well today, and he will settle accounts with you in the future. ”

The crow's wings flapped and staggered away, and he clearly wanted to run away.

Ye Hao held the bundle of immortal ropes in his hand, and he silently recited the words of bundle in his heart, and threw the bundle of immortal ropes towards the crow. After the rope left his hand, it turned into a golden streamer, and it only took half a breath to catch up with the crow, tying it up.

Tied up with the crow with the immortal rope and came to Ye Hao, Xu Feng's eyes lit up slightly when he saw this scene: "What kind of treasure is this, so magical?"

"This is a rope to tie immortals, but it can be tied to immortals!"

Ye Hao responded lightly, his hand landed on the crow's colorful feathers, and peeled off the layers of feathers.

"Damn, what are you going to do, let me go!"

The crow struggled desperately, but after all, this bundle of immortal ropes was forged from the dragon tendons of a fifth-order dragon, and he couldn't break free with his cultivation.

"Found it. ”

Ye Hao's eyes lit up slightly, he plucked a golden feather from the crow, he held this feather in his hand, and felt a scorching aura diffuse. As if to roast his flesh and blood.

"Golden Crow's feathers, crows, honestly, where did this feather come from?" Xu Feng could tell at a glance that this feather was the feather of the descendant of the Golden Crow, and he was excited for a while, wanting to ask where this feather came from.

But he didn't think about it, with his strength at this time, rashly looking for the descendants of the Golden Crow, I am afraid that there is only a dead end.

"This descendant of the Golden Crow is only a beginner in the fifth order, and it is comparable to the innate fourfold martial artist of the human race......" Ye Hao's mind couldn't help but liven up. If the realm of this descendant of the Golden Crow was at the "Yanzhen" level, of course he would not have any ideas, but this Golden Crow and the Purple Golden Jiaolong were at the same level.

Even a fifth-order dragon he could easily subdue, let alone a golden crow. At this stage, he longed for everything that could improve Ye Hao's strength.

If the descendants of the Golden Crow can be sealed in the Seven-Star Refining Fan, at least the Seven-Star Refining Fan can be upgraded to the mid-grade level of the prefecture level.

"I will take you to the descendants of the Golden Crow, but you must promise that you will not stew me in soup. The raven rolled her eyes and said in a pleading tone.

When the purple gold dragon saw the crow's state, he couldn't help but think of the scene where he was surrendered by Ye Hao. How similar the two are.

The only difference is that the Purple Gold Jiaolong really gave in that day, while this crow had ulterior motives.

"Your meat is not as good as the meat of the Golden Crow, as long as you don't play tricks. I'll spare you your life. Xu Feng's eyes lit up, he seemed to see the golden crow beckoning to him, if he could stew the descendants of the golden crow and eat it, it would be a great honor to say it.

......

After half a column of incense. The group came to a large tree surrounded by fireworks, which had a rather peculiar shape, with branches crossed together. It seems to constitute the shape of the golden crow.

"This is where the descendants of the Golden Crow live?"

The light in Xu Feng's eyes kept flickering, and the corners of his mouth were even about to fall saliva, the taste of the golden crow must be very wonderful, he thought so in his heart.

"Brother Crow, what is your purpose in bringing these people here?"

A question suddenly came from the ancient golden crow tree, and a three-legged golden crow of several zhang in size flew out of the ancient tree, surrounded by the sun and divine fire, swallowing the flames of heaven and earth, and burning the eight desolations.

"Brother Jinwu, save the little brother, a few of them want to stew me and boil the soup to drink, so the little brother has no choice but to bring them here. The crow pretended to be pitiful, hoping to win the sympathy of the golden crow.

"Let him go!"

The three-legged golden crow said to Ye Hao and the others in a commanding tone, his words were full of innate arrogance. As a descendant of the Golden Crow, he was born with a vision, controlled the Sun Divine Fire, and among the martial artists of the same rank, he had never been afraid of anyone.

If Ye Hao and the others were at the "Yanzhen" level of cultivation, he might still consider whether to save the crows, but none of them had cultivated to the "Yanzhen" level, and to him, they were no different from ants.

"What a big breath, Jin Wu, come to the bowl, the master is going to stew you and drink soup today. Xu Feng said and took out a black bowl from the storage ring, this bowl is as big as a normal bowl, how can Jin Wu's body be put in.

This is an insult in the eyes of the Golden Crow, he is a descendant of the ancient Golden Crow, how noble he is, and now, there are human warriors who want to stew him and drink soup.

Before Jin Crow got angry, Xu Feng had already thrown the black bowl in his hand towards the position where Jin Crow was above, it seemed that he was a little impatient to stew Jin Crow and drink soup.

"A broken bowl wants to put me in?"

The three-legged golden crow stood on the spot, he almost laughed out loud, this human warrior is really ignorant, he is a descendant of the ancient golden crow, and he is also the sun god fire.

The broken bowl was about to be incinerated before it could get close to him, but it backfired, and there was still no sign of incineration when the broken bowl was three feet close to him.

Buzz!

The black broken bowl suddenly grew larger, and became large enough to accommodate the golden crow, and it was no longer appropriate to describe it as a bowl.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as a cauldron, this cauldron covers the golden crow, and Xu Feng couldn't help but be slightly proud when he saw this.

This bowl was a ground-level divine weapon that his father had forged for him, which was enough to trap a fifth-order demon beast, and this golden crow clearly belonged to this level.

Ye Hao shook his head slightly, this three-legged golden crow is a descendant of the ancient golden crow, with pure bloodline, and there is a big gap between it and the purple golden dragon, which has a little ancient true dragon bloodline.

It was impossible to treat this golden crow as an ordinary fifth-order demon beast, and at this moment, a golden divine flame rose into the sky, and the black bowl was suddenly covered with cracks, and the golden crow broke free from it.

He stared at Xu Feng angrily, "I haven't eaten the meat of the human race for a long time, so I'll stew you and drink soup today." ”

Jin Wugui is a descendant of the ancient Jin Crow, how noble his identity is, and at this time, a small Terran warrior keeps saying that he wants to stew him and drink soup, but also put it into action, which is a stain on Jin Crow's life and must be erased. (To be continued......)