He saw that it was a very young black crow fighting with a young roc bird in the tree.

This discovery made Night Feather a little dumbfounded, because no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see anything special about the bloody crow, but on the other hand, the eyes of the young Dapeng bird in the tree were cold and indifferent, just like the eyes of the superior looking at the subordinate, full of naked fierceness.

Nightfeather stopped, he stared calmly, he wondered what was going on.

He wanted to know where the crow, which was obviously just an ordinary bird, got the courage to flapp its wings again and again and fly towards the Dapeng bird, which was obviously full of murderous intent.

"Bang"

"Knock"

Sure enough, when the crow, which was scarred all over its body, rushed to Xiaopeng Bird again, it ate another flying wing, and once again slapped it to the ground.

And the little peng bird on the trunk was obviously angry, it looked coldly at the ground dying, and wanted to rush up again, the little crow let out a piercing cry, as if threatening, as if showing off its might.

But the little crow, which had apparently broken one of its wings, was not afraid of death, gritted its teeth once more and stood up, and raised its young head to let out a sharp cry.

"Quack-quack-"

It seems to say, what's the point of dying?

Night Feather watched the crow being slapped away again and again, but it stood up again and again without fear of death, and re-flapped its wings and rushed towards the Xiaopeng bird, which obviously belonged to the king among birds.

An ordinary bird, and a very weak crow, if there is anything special about this crow. It can only show that the size of this little crow is like a crow that has just hatched, but its fur is extremely black and shiny. And its arrogant personality is what makes Night Feather secretly surprised.

At this moment, Night Feather suddenly felt a very persistent obsession on this crow's body. That is, even if you die, you have to touch a hair of the Xiaopeng bird high up in the tree.

"Quack-quack-"

The crow's cry became weaker and weaker, but it still didn't touch even a single feather of the Xiaopeng bird, and every time it was directly slapped to the ground by the Xiaopeng bird like a ball.

But the little crow raised its unruly head again and again, and rushed towards the little peng bird again.

Just like this time, not only was it scarred, but even its two wings were visibly scarred, crooked, and limped, but it still rushed forward again. It's like making a final charge.

"Quack-"

"Babble—"

However, something happened that made Night Feather a little stunned, and the Xiaopeng bird was actually pecked off a piece of golden feathers by this precarious little crow.

However, what was waiting for the little crow was the angry blow of the Xiaopeng bird, which directly slapped it on the ground, and the force was more violent than the previous times, it can be seen that the Xiaopeng bird was indeed angry.

The little crow fell to the ground with a terrible cry, and did not move.

During this period, Night Feather just watched calmly, during which he wanted to make a move, but when he saw the little crow's persistent eyes. And when he was so obsessed, he gave up his shot.

The crow may not be very strong, but it has its own pride, that is, it would rather die standing up. I don't want to kneel and live.

"Chirp-tweet-"

After seeing that the crow on the ground did not move, the Xiaopeng bird on the tree let out a smug cry like a general who had won a battle. and lay down in its own huge nest.

"Dead. Night Feather felt that the crow's fire of life was getting weaker and weaker, and he had already decided that the unruly crow had died like this. However, what happened in the next second made Night Feather interested in this crow like never before.

"Quack-quack-"

"Quack-quack-"

The mortally wounded crow stood up with its unyielding obsession. And it spat out the golden feathers on its beak, and let out a smirk that resembled a smug sound.

The little crow raised its little head and looked at the nest of the bird, and then limped away, but its eyes revealed a message, that is, after its injuries healed, it would continue to challenge the king of birds, the golden-winged roc bird.

The little crow's deep obsession was felt by Night Feather, Night Feather's pupils turned slightly, he decided to follow, he wanted to see how persistent this crow was, whether it could defy the sky, and whether it could defeat the undefeated myth among birds with an ordinary body, the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird!

The little crow staggered and limped like a human, unaware that an uninvited guest was quietly following it behind it.

The little crow dragged its scarred body step by step towards the depths of the forest, and its blood flowed on the path it walked, looking shocking.

"Where is it going?"

Nightfeather muttered at the corners of his mouth, he couldn't understand what this very ordinary-looking crow was trying to do, and he didn't understand why it continued to move forward despite its own injuries.

Many times the little crow fell, during which Night Feather wanted to help it, but whenever Night Feather wanted to make a move, the little crow would shake his head and stand up, and then continue to move forward steadfastly.

"Poof—"

Sure enough, when Night Feather was still thinking about when it would fall, the little crow instantly fell to the ground again, as if dead, and even stopped breathing.

But Ye Yu understood that the little crow would continue to stand up in the next second, as if there was an unquenchable fire in its body that was pulling it, and that trace of life fire was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, or it could be rekindled.

"Quack-"

The little crow quickly stood up again, a cry of pain from the corner of its mouth, but it did not look back, nor did it pay attention to its wounds, but continued to walk forward.

By now, Night Feather had already understood where the stubborn little crow was targeting.

It was a reddish bath dozens of meters ahead.

Night Feather stood on the trunk of the tree, his eyes glowing slightly, he could see everything clearly, and he also understood where the glowing red bath was.

It wasn't a lake, not a river, not a bath, but a bath made entirely of fire.

The temperature of the flame is not particularly high, but it is also very hot, although it cannot be compared with the cultivator's samadhi true fire, nor can it be compared with his Amaterasu fire, but it is three points more fierce than ordinary flames.

Night Feather's eyes narrowed slightly, he quietly stood on the trunk of the tree a hundred steps behind the little crow and stared, he had an incredible guess in his heart, he watched the little crow limp towards the flame bath, and in the eyes of the little crow did not see confusion, but saw an obsession, an obsession that will never be extinguished until the flame bath.

"Is it really trying to go into the Flame Bath? Isn't it just a crow?" )