Chapter 444 Three Thousand Avenues

"Brother Dao, who are you?"

Although Zi Yan was a little puzzled when she heard this, she could see that she did not panic at all.

The monkey grinned, and he shook his hand to cast a canopy of heaven that enveloped the entire courtyard under the canopy.

Next to her, Zi Ling was very curious in her heart at this time, who was this monkey named Xingwu in front of her, and why the old lady had such a respectful attitude towards him, which was really a bit incredible.

Feng Xingye was also a little strange. Obviously, the monkey is about the same age as herself, why did grandma call him a Taoist friend, and that look seemed to be a little wrong!

"Actually, there's nothing!"

Wukong stretched out his hand into his arms and smiled a little confusingly, "Over the years, I have encountered a lot of strange things in the mountains, but this one may have some special meaning for you." ”

"Does it mean something special to us?" Ziyan looked at Wukong with some surprise, and for a while, he really couldn't guess what Wukong was about to give.

"Hehe, you guys can take a look!" the monkey grinned, reached out and dug a pit seven or eight meters in the ground in front of him, and then pulled something out of his bosom.

Boom!

The hollow sycamore was lifted out of the Bodhi world by Wukong, and landed in the big pit that had just been dug with a bang.

"This is ... ？”

"A broken tree?"

"Or hollow?"

Feng Xingye looked at the plane tree with only a few pieces of bark left in front of him, his eyes turned into black grapes, "Stinky monkey, is this the gift you want to give us?" She pinched her waist with her hands, pouted, and had some evil smiles in her eyes.

"You're not fooling us, are you?"

The monkey rolled his eyes and did not speak.

"Woo... Sycamore?"

Zi Yan looked at it a few times, and suddenly her voice became a little strange, she stepped forward and stroked the mottled and decayed sycamore tree trunk with her hand, her voice trembled, "This, is this the sycamore?"

"Which sycamore?"

Feng Xingye pursed his lips slightly, a little confused, "Isn't it just a broken sycamore, what's so strange!"

"Presumptuous!"

Zi Yan immediately scolded softly, thought about it, and seemed to feel something wrong, she turned to Zi Ling and said, "Hurry, quickly take the treasure map left by the ancestor." ”

"Ahh ？”

Ziling was stunned when she heard this, and then reached out and took out a pale yellow phoenix skin handkerchief from the finger space ring.

Crash!

Zi Yan stretched out his hand to take it, trembling and unfolding in the wind.

On the ancient phoenix skin handkerchief, under a lush plane tree, a phoenix sits in the midst of three thousand fires, with a deep meaning, as if it wants to be reborn in Nirvana and spread its wings and fly away.

Three thousand avenues, Nirvana is reborn!

"That's right, that's right, it's this sycamore, it's this sycamore. Zi Yan stretched out his hand to grope for the scroll in his hand, and then raised his head to carefully look at the mottled sycamore in front of him, and couldn't help but cry and rejoice.

"What is that sycamore, which one is it at the bottom?" Feng Xingye still listened a little foggy.

"This, is this really the sycamore tree that the ancestor was reborn in Nirvana?" Ziling looked at it carefully, and her breathing became a little short.

Poof!

Zi Yan stroked the mottled ancient tree with his hand, and suddenly knelt down with a pop.

"Grandma, you are... Feng Xingye's eyeballs were about to fall off.

"Venerable Wutong, is it really you?" Zi Yan stroked the trunk of the tree with his hand, his eyes hazy with tears.

"Alas!"

A faint sigh came out of the trunk of the tree, and the sound was vicissitudes, both relieved and inexplicable.

"Venerable Wutong, please accept Ziyan's worship. ”

"You are indeed the descendant of the master of Yuanfeng!"

After a long time, Wutong gently swayed the only emerald green branch, and said tremblingly: "It's just that why is your bloodline so weak? If it weren't for my understanding of the Feng Clan's cultivation and identification secret method, it would be difficult for me to identify you now." ”

"Shame on the old body!"

Zi Yan's face turned red when he heard this, and he didn't care about Wukong's presence, so he had to say: "Venerable, just because the age is too old, and the Feng Clan's cultivation of the true law has been left too much, our bloodline is no longer pure. ”

"Well, that's the truth after thinking about it!" After speaking, Wutong turned to Wukong and said: "Thank you so much, the Great Sage, that I can see the descendants of the Lord again in my lifetime." ”

Goku waved his hand lightly and did not speak.

"Great Sage, what Great Sage?" Feng Xingye couldn't help but look at Wukong a few more times when he heard this, and his heart was filled with a lot of confusion for a while.

Wutong swayed the turquoise branches, and continued: "I have been by the master's side for many years, and I have personally accompanied the master to be reborn, more or less, my bones have already been stained with a trace of the master's phoenix true blood, and I can return it as it is, but it is a pity that I have experienced five thunderstorms, and my mana is weak at this time, it seems that I can't repay my ancestors for saving their lives." ”

"Venerable is serious!" Zi Yan hurriedly said: "In this life, Zi Yan can see Venerable Wutong again, it is no longer the great luck of my Feng clan!"

"Alas!" Wutong sighed faintly, his voice was full of Cangsang, "Looking back on the past, how brilliant the Feng clan was back then, but it's a pity that since the master disappeared mysteriously, to this day, I don't know, is the master still in this world?"

Zi Yan was stunned when he heard this, his mouth moved, and he just wanted to ask something, but he saw Wukong blink his eyes lightly, and after thinking about it, he still didn't say what he thought in his heart.

"My old bones, I have been living for many years, although I will see my master's descendants again, but it is no longer of much use, but if it is a coincidence, perhaps, I can break my bones and help you awaken the phoenix true blood hidden in the depths of your bones. ”

"Help us awaken the hidden phoenix true blood?" This time, not only Ziyan, but even Feng Xingye, who had been listening to it and had always felt very suspicious, was taken aback.

Awakening the true blood of the phoenix that has been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, how easy is it to say!

How incredible!

"That's good!" Wutong pondered for a moment, and said again: "It is simply difficult to reawaken the true blood of the phoenix that has been sleeping for thousands of years, and it not only needs me, but also another Kui Bao." ”

"What Kui Bao?" Feng Xingye said curiously on the side.

Wutong stretched out the only turquoise branch, swayed it lightly towards Feng Xingye a few times, then withdrew the branch, and continued: "That is the three thousand fire origins that the master was able to reborn in Nirvana back then, but unfortunately, now, those three thousand fire origins have long been gone, otherwise, alas... ！”

He sighed heavily, sounding very disappointed and sad.

"The Three Thousand Fire Origins of the Ancestor Nirvana's Rebirth?" Zi Yan immediately fell silent when he heard this, where to find this?

"Alas!" the glimmer of hope she had just kindled quickly withered again.

The rise of the Feng clan is far away!

"Is this the three thousand fire origins you are talking about?" Wukong reached out to enlarge the space in front of him, and then reached into his arms, as if by magic, and shook down a large pile of pitch-black giant trees out of thin air.

Thundered!

Hundreds of pitch-black giant trees rolled, the roots were bright and round, faintly revealing the power of the slightest flame, it was the abandoned phoenix nest that he accidentally obtained in the Qilin Valley back then.

"This is ... ？”

Zi Yan looked at the three hundred black and shiny phoenix trees piled up in front of him, and there was a hint of excitement on his bold and soft face.

"This, is this really the phoenix tree that the Lord has been reborn from the fire?" The sycamore stretched out its tender branches and brushed the neatly stacked giant trees one by one, and his voice suddenly became a little trembling.

"That's right, that's right, it's really, it really is!"

His voice was a little choked, but after a while, he suddenly said in surprise: "No, no, the Lord Nirvana originally had three thousand fire origins, but there are only a few three hundred in front of him, far from enough, far from enough!"