The nine heads of the nine-headed bird look for the aroma of grilled fish in different directions, and a single head is the size of half a mountain, which makes people fearful, and the eyes on each head are as black and pure as the dark night.

Soon the nine-headed bird saw the song, in line with the cultural language: "Where did the wild fox come from?"

"Nega, do you remember the nine phoenixes that tore apart my true body in the Wraithing Swamp seven years ago?" Zhe stopped on Nege's shoulder.

"......" also took two steps back, "Remember, you mean ......"

"That's right. ”

"It's just that the nine-headed bird ......" the song wants to say that the dark green is all over the body, although the shape is quite similar to this nine-headed bird, but it is different after all.

"In the Sheltering Wing Flame Continent, there is only one Nine Phoenix left, and the others have all died in the Phantom Dragon War 10,000 years ago. Zhe gritted his teeth.

"What are you whispering about?, don't you beg for mercy if you steal the fish of this phoenix!" Jiufeng shook his head, and the branches and leaves covering his body rattled.

"In the words, I have seen a nine-headed bird similar to you, only slightly different!" the song is directed at the main head of the nine-headed bird.

Hearing this, the nine-headed bird turned its neck and hid it back in the woods of Dream Ridge.

"Slaughter creatures in the Wraith Swamp and hide here?" said Zhe in a loud voice in the direction where the nine-headed bird was hiding.

"That's not me...... That's not me!" The Nine-Headed Bird Rune Clan's voice trembled from the woods.

"Could it be that there is another nine phoenix in this world!" Zhe was sure that the nine-headed bird that killed his true body was this one.

"You forced me!" The nine-headed bird spread its multicolored wings and soared into the air, its huge body and wings covering almost the entire Dream Ridge.

The nine-headed bird that was ready to fight flew up, and its colorful wings shook off the colorful dust in the sky.

The wings bloomed with the flapping of waves of colorful light, and the light emitted by the wings seemed to summon the flowers of the Dream Ridge.

Flowers of all colors fall off from their rhizomes and leaves and fly into the air, floating and fluttering.

If it weren't for a battle, it would be a beautiful sight.

The angry voice of the nine-headed bird was particularly desolate: "Quack...... Quack Quack ......"

Song and Zhe have different memories of this call.

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"Why aren't you ready for war?" Zhe saw that the song only looked up at the nine-headed bird and flapped its wings in the air.

As if in a dream, he muttered, "Why?"

"'Falling Colorful'? This nine-headed bird has actually comprehended the spell of such a realm!" Zhe was surprised by the supreme cultivation of the nine-headed bird.

I saw the nine-headed bird chanting spells in its mouth, and the runes were aggressive.

At this time, the sky is full of flowers, colorful, and each petal is shining with a unique color under the sun.

Red like fire, pink like sunset, blue like stars, white like snow......

The first blooming flowers stretch their petals and bloom more delicately.

In such a short moment, the air emitted all kinds of aromas, fragrant, charming, pure......

A burst of aroma makes the surrounding world blurry and elegant......

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Then, instead of floating in the void, these petals were driven by magic, and each petal turned into pieces of colored broken blades, mixed with the cold wind, and spread like an endless loneliness.

Flying towards the song.

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