"Don't do it! Don't do it!" The blue bird hurriedly said, "I'll take you in! I'll take you in! I won't use any tricks anymore, don't torture me!"

The blue bird spoke quickly, but secretly hated in his heart: "What an evil ban actually bound my magical channel method. This bastard little man should cut into pieces and peel it in thousands of knives."

"Oh?" Yang Sanyang looked at the blue bird in his hand and stretched out his hand and stroked it hard. The blue bird's eyes flashed with disgust, but he did not resist and let Yang Sanyang cause trouble. He just beg for good words: "I'm right. This time I have seen your powerful methods and will never be trying to make any tricks."

"Haha!" Yang Sanyang smiled coldly: "Take me in! I wanted to punish you, but then I thought about it and let it go, let's go."

"You actually let me go so easily? Are you so kind?" Seeing Yang Sanyang easily revealing it, the Blue Bird, who was about to endure the punishment, was stunned.

Yang Sanyang shook his head and let go of the blue bird. He saw the blue bird turn into a human form. The girl was opening her cute big eyes and looking at him in astonishment.

"Let's go!" Yang Sanyang just said without responding to the words of the blue bird.

"Swish~"

The blue bird turned into an innate divine wind, rolled up Yang Sanyang and flew towards the distance.

Is Yang Sanyang afraid that the blue bird will turn against him?

Of course I am afraid that once the blue bird turns back, I will die without a place to bury myself.

However, he had a way to call the bluebird unable to speak, so he could only act obediently as he told him.

The two of them galloped all the way, flew out of the stream, and then looked at the aura that soared into the sky from afar. The blue bird showed a murderous intent in his eyes. He was about to shout, but his mouth seemed to be no longer his own. He could not speak up and down, and it seemed that something was blocking his throat.

"It must be this guy who is making trouble. What a weird ban!" The blue bird lowered his head to look at Yang Sanyang. Yang Sanyang also raised his head to look at the blue bird, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Yang Sanyang's smug smile, the blue bird's lungs were about to explode. He was about to use his magical power to throw the barbarian down from the void. As long as it caused noise and alarmed the strong men of the Phoenix Clan, the little barbarian would definitely die.

But at this time, the blue bird was shocked to find that its body was not under control, as if it was integrated with the little barbarian. The little barbarian was controlling his body and flew towards the sycamore tree.

"How could this happen?" A hint of horror, nervousness and uneasiness appeared in Blue Bird's eyes.

This is actually very easy to explain. It is important to know that the silk thread implanted in the blue bird's body is part of the sky net and part of Yang Sanyang's body. Yang Sanyang uses the sky net in his body to control the sky net in the blue bird's body and control the blood power in the blue bird's body. It is even simpler.

At this time, the blue bird seemed to have turned into a part of Yang Sanyang's body, and Yang Sanyang controlled the blue bird's body and directed it like an arm.

A green wool streaked across the void and flew straight towards the sycamore tree. The blue bird is worthy of being the son of the phoenix. The birds retreated one after another, and the powerful men of the phoenix clan did not dare to stop him.

"Swish~"

Qinghong landed, Yang Sanyang dragged the phoenix bird with his left hand, looking at the sycamore tree that was so close to him, and a hint of horror, solemnity and shock appeared in his eyes.

"What evil method do you use? Can you actually control my body?" The blue bird stared at Yang Sanyang with his fire-like eyes.

"You can only get freedom from three feet around me. If you leave three feet around me, you will be automatically sent to my hands by the forbidden method. Moreover, don't think that the sound of speaking can be captured by the powerful Phoenix Clan, that is impossible! Only the two of us can hear the sound of you talking now!" Yang Sanyang was laughing, smiling proudly, and the blue bird felt like it was blown out.

"Shameless little man, you still can't believe me! You still can't believe me!" The blue bird jumped and jumped directly to Yang Sanyang's head, then landed on the jade crown, and stepped on his head tightly: "I'll step on you to death! I'll step on you to death! Teach you this lowly little man to bully me."

far away

When the Phoenix tribe saw the blue bird and Yang Sanyang, they all avoided it and looked at Yang Sanyang with sympathy:

"That little aunt went crazy again. What a poor little barbarian, she must be tortured to death by her."

"What's crazy about this aunt? She actually caught a little barbarian and played with it?"

"Pity, it's really pitiful!"

The monks from the Phoenix Clan in the distance were talking, and Yang Sanyang heard it and saw a hint of surprise in his eyes. He thought he had to explain, but who would have thought that the Phoenix Clan would make up for it automatically?

"Oh my god! Innate Spirit Treasure! You damn little barbarian actually has innate Spirit Treasure! It's incredible!" The blue bird accidentally touched the jade hairpin that was hidden by the divine object. The next moment, he was so shocked that he shouted out, his voice full of fanaticism, horror, and disbelief.

"No, the innate spiritual treasure has restrained its energy. How did you see it?" This time it was Yang Sanyang's turn to be puzzled, and a hint of horror appeared in his eyes.

"What do you know, little man? The phoenix does not fall into a treasure-free land. Looking for treasure is the instinct of my phoenix bloodline! Tell me quickly, why do you have the innate spiritual treasure?" The blue bird's eyes showed a hint of fanaticism, and he couldn't put it down and pressed against the jade hairpin, and his eyes showed a bright greed look: "Innate spiritual treasure, my Phoenix tribe is also a handful of them. It seems that my aunt has arrived."

"Why do you care about so much?" Yang Sanyang looked at the sycamore tree in front of him. Without observing it up close, you would never know the power of this big tree.

"Little Man, what should we discuss?" The blue bird suddenly became gentle.

"Discussed? What to discuss?" Yang Sanyang curled his lips, showing an undisputed look on his face, but he was alert in his heart. This little bird is not that easy to fool.

"You give me this innate spiritual treasure, how about I give you a piece of the branches of the innate sycamore tree?" said the blue bird warmly.

"Not really! The innate sycamore tree is already in front of me. I took the branches myself, why do I need to make a deal with you?" Yang Sanyang sneered.

"Haha, it's really stupid, it's unattainable! This is a congenital sycamore tree. Do you think it's that simple?" A hint of mockery appeared in the blue bird's eyes.

"What do you mean?" An ominous premonition arose in Yang Sanyang's heart.

"This is a congenital sycamore tree, which is born on it. If my Phoenix Clan's bloodline enters, it will inevitably be refined and killed by the Nanming Lihuo!" The blue bird stepped on Yang Sanyang's head and said, "What are your abilities to resist the Nanming Lihuo?"

"Nanming Lihuo?" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a hint of horror and solemnity, and carefully observed the sycamore tree. Sure enough, he saw a layer of inaccurate flames surrounded by the surface of the sycamore tree. If he did not check carefully, he would inevitably ignore the layer of Nanming Lihuo, and only thought that the flame was the Taoist rhyme of the innate sycamore, and he died.

"I originally wanted to burn you to death with the help of the Nanming Lihuo, but after seeing this innate spiritual treasure, I changed my mind!" The blue bird looked at Yang Sanyang with his eyes: "What if you burn you to death, what should I do if the innate spiritual treasure runs away? I have booked this treasure aunt. You must not die before I refine this treasure."

"What a vicious heart. As expected, none of the innate divine beasts are fuel-efficient lamps!" Hearing that the blue bird was about to use the help of Nanming Lihuo to refine himself to death, Yang Sanyang couldn't help but feel throbbing, revealing a hint of horror.

"If you can't resist the Lihuo of Nanming, you can't climb the sycamore tree. How can you talk about getting the branches of the sycamore tree? You have no choice!" The blue bird raised his head proudly at this time, with a clear divine light in his eyes. He no longer disliked Yang Sanyang's body and was lying on his head and refused to come down.

"Nanming Lihuo!" Yang Sanyang's face became solemn, and he pondered in his heart: "I have the origin of the law of fire, and I don't know if I can stop Nanming Lihuo."

I just looked up at the earth-shaking qi around me. Once the origin of the law is leaked, can I still return to the Spiritual Platform Holy Realm alive?

"The origin of the law cannot be exposed and cannot be used!" Yang Sanyang said in his heart, then raised his head and looked at the sycamore tree in the distance, which was endless: "I have practiced the three flavors of divine fire, the sun divine fire. If I swallow the Nanming Li Fire into my nose, cultivate a magical power and condense a mysterious rune. I wonder if I can communicate with the Nanming Li Fire and open up a path for me."

Yang Sanyang no longer paid attention to the "noisy" of the blue bird. At this time, he simply sat cross-legged under the sycamore tree, silently pursed the magic formula, punched his own nose, and inhaled suddenly the next moment, and innate divine texts flowed through the nose, and the qi of Nanming Lihuo flew out from the sycamore tree, as if it was blue smoke, drilling into Yang Sanyang's nose.

On top of his head, the blue bird widened his eyes and looked horrified: "You actually practiced with the help of Nanming Lihuo? This is the innate divine fire, with infinite power. You dare to swallow the innate divine fire."

"I said Xiaoman, be careful, don't die. If you die, the innate spiritual treasure will run away, and I will lose money and miss the opportunity!" The blue bird chirped over its head.

"This little barbarian cannot die, I must always keep an eye on it. If the Nanming Lihuo backfires, it can still save his life! Also, this little barbarian cannot be known by those old guys, otherwise the innate spiritual treasure will be exposed, so where will I have my share?" Qingniao's thoughts changed at this time and began to beg his grandfather to sue his grandmother, hoping that Yang Sanyang would not die easily, so as not to fly to the innate spiritual treasure that he had to his mouth.

The Nanming Lihuo entered his body. Yang Sanyang instantly sprayed smoke in his seven orifices, his face turned red, and his whole body seemed to be cooked prawns. His body temperature suddenly rose. Even the hair on his body began to become anxious, emitting an unpleasant smell.

"Little ancestor, you are interested today. You actually caught a barbarian. Do you want to use the Nanming Lihuo to roast the barbarian?" Just as Yang Sanyang reached a critical moment of his exercise, he saw a laugh from afar, and a golden immortal of the Phoenix Clan came in flatteringly.
Chapter completed!