Before Fang Yan could come up with a good solution, the Golden Peng Bird had already landed in front of Fang Yan, aiming at himself and not knowing what he wanted to do.

Fang Yan didn't dare to move, but he could take a closer look at this fierce and abnormal demon beast, the standing Jinpeng bird was one foot tall, its feathers were shining with golden light, its pitch-black claws were glowing with a faint light, a pointed beak was red, with a curved hook, and two fist-sized eyes were staring at him.

Fang Yan couldn't help but feel a little frightened, this is a demon beast that will kill the monks of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building, even if he blows, he may blow himself away, but at this moment, the Jinpeng Bird doesn't seem to have the intention of making a move, just staring at himself, and at the same time, there is a burst of information from the dialect's divine consciousness, but it is too messy, and the dialect can't understand what the Jinpeng Bird in front of him wants to express.

The fifth-order demon beast already has a lot of wisdom, of course, it can't be compared with the monk, and before the dialect understands what's going on, he suddenly feels that the red cicada and the queen bee beast are back, not only are they back, but they also came back with the fan, it should be said that they came back with a fan, and the two spirit pets and the puppet man were still trapped in the fan world, and it was only because no one urged them, relying on the connection between the dialects that they brought this fan back.

Fang Yan has not moved, Jinpeng Bird has a big mouth, swallowed the fan that flew over, Fang Yan was furious, there are two spirit pets of his own, they have been together for several years, Fang Yan regarded the two spirit pets as his own children, and they were swallowed like this, regardless of the fifth-order demon beast in front of him, he brushed it, and sacrificed the Evian Sword in his hand, ready to fight with Jinpeng Bird.

Suddenly, with a few grunts, the Jinpeng bird opened its mouth and spit out a few things, and Fang Yan also felt that the red cicada queen bee beast was not dead, it was already by his side, and he looked at the Jinpeng bird on the opposite side timidly, and there was a fan next to the two spirit pets, which was the nine-picture fan in the old man's mouth.

The magic weapon was in front, Fang Yan still didn't dare to move, and now that the two spirit pets were back, there was no reason to desperately, Fang Yan wanted to figure out what this Jinpeng bird wanted to do.

Jinpeng Bird also found that Fang Yan didn't understand what he meant, and hurriedly cooed towards the red cicada and the queen bee beast, which was good, the two spirit pets of the dialect temporarily acted as translators, but it was a pity that their grade was too low, they could only understand the meaning of the dialect, but it was difficult to convey the message to the dialect, and after a long time, the dialect finally got something from the mixed information of the two spirit pets.

"You're saying it wants me to give it something?"

Seeing the two spirit pets nodding their heads again and again, Fang Yan let out a sigh of relief, as long as he asked for himself, he was not afraid.

However, the other party is already a fifth-order demon beast, and he still has what the fifth-order demon beast needs? Fang Yan quickly thought of what it wanted, Taixi Earth, it must be Tai Xi Earth.

Fang Yan tried to take out a small drop and hand it to the Jinpeng Bird, sure enough, the Jinpeng Bird saw this small drop of Taixi Earth Spirit Liquid in Fang Yan's hand, he was very excited, and he was about to rise to the sky to celebrate with a wave of his wings, fortunately he braked in time, otherwise, I am afraid that Fang Yan and his two spirit beasts would die under the unintentional death of the Jinpeng Bird.

As soon as the dialect was handed out, the Jinpeng bird opened its mouth, and a mana came out of the Jinpeng bird's beak, wrapping this drop of spiritual liquid and quickly entering the Jinpeng bird's mouth.

The Jinpeng Bird who got the Taixi Land didn't care about the dialect, and disappeared without a trace, and flew to the deepest part of the nest alone to refine, there seemed to be a ban over there, and Fang Yan couldn't help but envy the elusive escape technique of the Jinpeng Bird, which was more expensive than his own, but the effect was not much stronger, but Fang Yan also knew that this was the talent of the Jinpeng Bird, not a spell at all, and he couldn't learn it if he wanted to.

At this moment, Fang Yan didn't hurry up and put away the magic weapon Jiutu Fan on the ground, and beckoned the two spirit pets to leave this dangerous demon beast cave.

Unexpectedly, the dialect still can't get out, and the Jinpeng Bird has not removed the ban, unless it is the same as when he came, he still launched the blood escape, and he has just lost almost a quarter of his essence blood, and he doesn't know how long it will take to cultivate to replenish it back, and it is absolutely impossible to let the dialect launch it again.

Since you can't get out, you can only stay, Fang Yan doesn't want to anger the Jinpeng bird, it's not bad to think about staying here, at least now the Jinpeng bird has no malice towards a few of them, with the Jinpeng bird on the side, even if Rong Canghai senses his position, he needs to weigh it.

Thinking about it like this, Fang Yan was reluctant to leave, he wanted to leave just now because of the horror of the fifth-order demon beast, and when Fang Yan thought clearly, he decided to stay in the Jinpeng Bird's nest to refine that divine thought.

At the same time, the dialect only exploded the magic weapon continuously within a few days, and the divine soul was also damaged, even if there was a nourishing pill, it would take a while to recover.

Fifth-order demon beasts, the Jindan Great Monk didn't dare to say that he would definitely be able to defeat the existence, but Fang Yan didn't have the means to get his hands on it, and the Soul Devouring Array couldn't even help the old man, not to mention that this fifth-order demon beast iron-backed Jinpeng Bird had no effect except for increasing the other party's disgust, Fang Yan simply didn't prepare anything, so he hid in a corner of the nest and refined that divine thought.

Just now, when the Jinpeng Bird swallowed the nine-picture fan into his stomach, Rong Canghai, who was hundreds of thousands of miles away, suddenly realized that although the nine-picture fan was not his natal magic weapon, it was also something that had been practiced for decades, and it was actually erased by life, so how could Rong Canghai not be surprised, could it be that something happened to Wu Xiong? Just as he was wandering, a cry for help came from his consciousness: "Master, save me." ”

"Wu Xiong?" a red light came out of nowhere, and a small leaf appeared out of thin air.

"Requiem leaf?" Rong Canghai took this leaf into his hand, and immediately felt Wu Xiong's soul that was about to dissipate, who could completely destroy Wu Xiong, and the soul was forced to hide in the requiem leaf, even if it was not dodged, Wu Xiong's soul was only one-third left, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover, even if he wanted to leave it for the time being.

Rong Canghai tried to communicate with Wu Xiong in the requiem leaf, but he only heard Wu Xiong's life-saving voice, as well as a few words of Jin Dan or something, and a few shadows of dialects in the middle, but he didn't get anything specific.

In desperation, he put away the requiem leaf, and secretly thought to himself in his heart, could it be that kid has the support of a Jindan monk? It is not an ordinary Jindan monk, at least in the middle of Jindan, otherwise, with Wu Xiong's cultivation of building the foundation of the Great Perfection, it is impossible to explode the natal magic weapon and cannot escape, only a wisp of remnant soul escapes, and considering that the other party has completely erased the imprint of the magic weapon that he has practiced for a long time in an instant, Rong Canghai is not sure what level of character the other party is for a while.

After a while, Rong Canghai seemed to suddenly think of something, and said: "Wu Xiong, this is the last time you will serve me, as long as I get that thing, I will definitely avenge you." As he spoke, there was a frenzied glint in his eyes.

Although he can still feel the divine thoughts left in Fang Yan's body, Rong Canghai is ready to ignore it, although he loses this divine thought, his strength may be slightly affected, but as long as he has a breakthrough, everything will be made up.

Thinking of this, Rong Canghai flashed and disappeared from this secret room, not knowing where he went.

The Jinpeng Bird was much faster than Fang Yan in refining Taixi Earth, and in less than half a day, it came up to Fang Yan again, rubbing its sharp beak against Fang Yan's body, and scared Fang Yan half to death.

Later, Fang Yan realized that daring was coquettish, and the fifth-order demon beast would be like this? Refusal is not okay, Fang Yan reached out and took out a few drops of Taixi Earth Spirit Liquid and handed it to Jinpeng Bird, this time Jinpeng Bird did not take Taixi Earth and ran, but opened a big mouth, spit out a jade slip, and slowly sent it to Fang Yan's hand.

"Are you going to exchange?" Fang Yan tried to release his divine sense to communicate with the Jinpeng Bird, and saw that the Jinpeng Bird nodded, and reached out to put away the jade slip, something that could make the fifth-order demon beasts care, I don't know what grade it is.

After the Jinpeng Bird handed the jade slip to Fang Yan, he dodged and disappeared.

Fang Yan looked at the jade slip in his hand, and probed his divine sense into it, 'Sanskrit Technique Forging Technique', Ancient Exercises, and Body Refining Techniques, there are four layers.

Fang Yan soon knew that he had obtained the treasure, compared to the Taixi Earth, this set of recipes is more precious, but unfortunately the content of this jade slip is not complete, only the first two layers, and the last two layers are lost for some reason. It's just that now is not the time to cultivate this method, and the current dialect needs to first refine that divine thought, and then replenish its own essence and blood, these are the top priorities.

Fang Yan flipped his hand, put this jade slip into the Qiankun pot, closed his eyes and began to refine that divine thought.

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