The bird did not answer, and continued to change its body, and in a very short period of time, it was transformed into a phoenix with colorful light.

"Wow!"

A sharp chirp came from the mouth of Xia Feng, which was transformed into another bird, and with an oppression from the divine beast itself, it rushed towards the pressure released by the child's life.

The momentum collided with each other, and there was no sound, but the people who were oppressed by the momentum felt as if their bodies were fixed, and their movements were very difficult, and some people even couldn't move, and even felt depressed in their hearts.

"Hehe, is it really a phoenix?" Tong Ming chuckled, and there was undisguised greed in his eyes full of traces of time that did not match his immature face.

Seeing Xia Feng dancing in the air, his mind was completely moved, compared to Xia Feng, other things are not so important, and he is just thinking about defeating Xia Feng and subduing it.

The heart of a game has changed at this moment, and it is a little more solemn.

The immature face still had a chuckle, and the dust whisk in his hand had changed its appearance, and it was no longer what the dust should be, and the thousands of filaments were broken and scattered, like silver hair flying and entangled, like the weaving of a large net.

It was thousands of hairs, entangled with each other, trying to weave a big silver net to trap Xia Feng and turn into a fan cage.

Knowing the purpose of the child's life, but Xia Feng didn't dodge, and swept away this big net woven by silver hair, because he had the arrogance of a divine beast in his heart, and decided that it was impossible to be trapped by such a simple net, and he wanted to break through it in the simplest and strongest way.

"Wow!"

The sharp chirp resounded in the endless desert, and the colorful light on Xia Feng's body became fiery, burning like fire, and burning extremely violently, breaking the shackles of space and affecting the entire desert.

The wind blew up, and the yellow sand covered the sky, obscuring all the light.

As if from an ancient desolation, Xia Feng galloped close to the ground, and the colorful light burning all over her body burned everything, scorching the earth barren, flapping her wings, and the endless yellow sand danced with it, fighting with the silver net that appeared in the air at this moment.

The silver net was blocked, and it was shaken backwards by the dry yellow sand carried by the wind, and there was a constant sound of friction, like ants gnawing on the causeway, and like drops of soft water hitting the hard stones.

Small changes are always inadvertent, and when they all come together, you can see great results.

Thousands of miles of embankment collapsed in the anthill, a drop of water can also penetrate the hard stone, countless yellow sand constantly rubbed against the silver mesh, making the already slender wire mesh even more slender, as if as long as the weight of the object lightly touched, it will break.

In the yellow sand, Xia Feng's figure had already arrived, and her body burning with Xia Guang hit the silver net that seemed to be about to break.

It was as if someone was stroking the piano, its sound was soft and beautifully melodious, with a harmonious rhythm, and the silver hair broke after contact with Xia Feng's body, stretching out an incomplete note between the yellow sand.

The notes are incomplete, but they have magical power, but everyone who hears them feels that their hearts are in a trance, it is Xia Feng, and there is a short stagnation in the body.

"Wow!"

A chirp of rage rang out, more violent than a soft, melodious sound, and covered and shattered all the notes of broken hair.

Breaking through the silver net, the colorful flames still burned on Xia Feng's body, burning the hair that had been broken and fluttering lightly in the air, not giving the child a chance to retract the dust.

"Phoenix is just different!" Tong Ming still chuckled.

Seeing that the silver net was burned by the colored flames, and it was no longer possible to dust the dust in his hands, he didn't feel nervous at all, as if everything was still in his expectations.

After all, Xia Feng is a phoenix, it is a legendary divine beast, with a strong bloodline, even if he is still young, if he is caught so simply, he is not worthy of the title of divine beast, and it is precisely because of its extraordinaryness that his greed is completely aroused, and he wants to take it for himself.

"Give you a chance to be my mount, and I can ignore everything that happened before. He said it lightly, but he was already thinking about how to fight next.

To catch the phoenix, even if the phoenix is only a juvenile and the bloodline is not particularly pure, it is still not so easy, and it needs to be planned well.

"Wow!"

The sharp long roar tore through the air, which was Xia Feng's response.

In the meantime, there was undisguised anger, there was the arrogance that belonged to the divine beast, and the sound brought a violent wind, sweeping everything on the ground.

The wind swept the yellow sand, and the trivial white mixed with the withered yellow grains of sand, the skulls that had been crushed before, mixed with the extreme crimson of blood.

"Hehe, it still doesn't work!" Tong Ming still chuckled.

There was only a short rod left in his hand, and he gently tossed it forward, tossing it at the mixed sand and bone chips that blew in.

Suddenly, an illusory image emerged, as if the bloody killings that had once existed converged, and as the dust rod continued to move forward, everything that came into its way was crushed, and the vanished killings were to be recreated.

All indomitability, before absolute power, is fragile, he firmly believes in his heart.

If you want to subdue Xia Feng, then you will show a power that is so strong that it cannot resist, destroying the lonely pride that belongs to the divine beast in its heart.

It's just a newborn Xia Feng, and he thinks he can take it in.

His dust, when he destroyed the Shangyuan Sect, was stained with blood, and he also killed many strong people in many battles, and drank blood.

The hair of the strong man was broken, burned and destroyed in the flames, but the breath of killing was completely released, echoing the bare rod, showing bloodthirsty memories and outlining countless cruel and desperate real pictures.

The flames burn and rise incessantly, with destruction and even more so with new life.

The colorful flames burn the illusory and substantial images, burn away the resentment contained in the images, turn into wisps of pale white smoke, and completely free the dead from this world, go to reincarnation, and go to rebirth.

It's just that there are too many child killings, and the images that have happened have been wiped out one after another, but they have appeared one after another, and they have never stopped.

In the changes again and again, the rod dyed with killing was already close.

"Bang!"

A purple sword quietly appeared, slashing in a wonderful, almost dreamlike arc, slashing at the rod full of sin that belonged only to the image that had happened, and after hitting the image.

It is like a clash of gold and iron, and it is more like a killing confrontation, and vaguely, there are thousands of troops and horses fighting each other.

The dust of the child's life is stained with killing and blood, and the purple long sword has slashed the sky in the long river of history, stained with the blood of the strong of all races, because it has had a lot of slaughter, and there are really tens of millions of killings.

Although things are beneficial, it still depends on the user, You Qing, who launched an attack with a purple long sword, although he is already at the peak of the open source realm, is not in the king realm, and is much weaker than Tong Ming.

With the help of the purple long sword, she was still invincible to the child's life, and after the collision, she snorted lightly, couldn't help but have a strong force, and took two steps back.

"This sword is really suitable for me!" said Tong Ming with a grin.

The attack was blocked by You Qing and failed to fall on Xia Feng, he was a little unhappy, but the appearance of the purple long sword, and the killing contained in it, was exactly what he was pursuing, looking at the purple long sword, it was like seeing the closest thing.

Although he lived for a long time, his appearance was only that of an older child, and his heart, at some point, was like that of a child, and when he saw something he liked, he couldn't wait to hold it in his hand.

What you have and what you control is the best.

Still smiling, his diminutive figure began to act, suddenly becoming illusory.

In an instant, the distance between him and the dusty rod disappeared, the young and white hand grasped the rod, and the spiritual power was injected into the rod through the palm of his hand, and the image of killing was reproduced, and the picture was full of cruel and desperate blood, and after the illusory and substantial picture, he carried the rod forward quickly.