In just one night, everyone in the Great Wilderness was in danger, and countless tribes were in panic and sad, all of them sent envoys to gather at the three tribes, expressing their surrender and sincerity.

It was so miserable. Overnight, hundreds of tribes were wiped out by the sword energy from Zhuxian from heaven. The entire tribe completely disappeared from the world. All tribes died completely, which was called a deceased clan and a tribe.

The Demon Ancestor Zhu Xian’s sword energy cannot be faked. Everyone escaped from the Zhu Xian Sword Formation. There is no need to say much about the three tribes. The leaders of countless tribes gathered at the three tribes to seek protection.

In just one day, the people's hearts that had disintegrated from the three tribes instantly returned to their peak, but instead gathered like never before.

I have to say that the Third Ancestor's move is very powerful and domineering. He directly called the thief to catch the thief and poured dirty water on the Demon Ancestor's body. This move was very successful and very effective. The Demon Ancestor didn't even have a way to defend himself.

"Bang!"

Buzhou Mountain Top

When the Demon Ancestor heard the reward of Taotie, he suddenly smashed the previous case, and his eyes were filled with anger: "Bastard!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing continuously in the Western Kunlun, so shocked that Taotie couldn't help but tremble.

This pot is too dark!

It's so black that it can't be black anymore!

But what can the Demon Ancestor say?

Has anyone heard his excuse?

Could it be that in the Great Wilderness World, there is anyone other than you who can emit the sword energy of Zhuxian?

After half a stick of incense, the Demon Ancestor was retracted and calmed down. He looked into the distance very seriously, and looked at the converging trend of the three tribes. After a long time, Yuran sighed: "I was defeated by the ancestor back then!"

The Third Ancestor is so cruel and vicious and insidious, but he is unprepared. Was he defeated unjustly?

But this pot is too dark!

For a moment, the thousands of races in the Great Wilderness were extremely frightened by the Demon Ancestor. They mentioned their names and then changed their color when they heard it.

Tiannan

The golden-winged big roll held the golden roll's body and sat upright in front of the sycamore tree, with a pair of eyes slightly hollow.

This is his favorite and most proud descendant. His cultivation is not worse than his, and he is only one step away from Daluo. It is his pride.

But now, his pride is dead!

"Don't be sad. It is common for us monks to compete for fate with heaven and opportunities with sentient beings. Death is gone. Perhaps one day, like me, Daluo will also fall under the Demon Ancestor Zhuxian Sword!" Feng Zu slowly walked to the Golden-winged Phang and comforted her.

"But I just can't understand that the Demon Ancestor is a master of holy Taoism, but he has no saint demeanor, and he actually attacks the junior..." The Golden-winged Roc's eyes turned red, and there seemed to be a lot of demon shadows flowing in his eyes.

Feng Zu was silent when he heard this. What could he say?

"He is a demon, free and unrestrained, so he has no scruples and will not pay attention to the worldly vision of us!" Feng Zu seemed to have found a remark after a long time.

"Does he still save him?" Golden-winged Phang raised his head and looked at Feng Zu.

Feng Zu was silent after hearing this, and later said: "If someone attains enlightenment and becomes a saint, the way of heaven will bring nectar, and you can seek life in death."

"Demon Ancestor!" Golden-winged Dapeng gritted his teeth: "The only person in the world who has the hope of enlightenment is Demon Ancestor."

"The saint's methods are unpredictable. Perhaps the other saints also have ways to revive the dead!" Feng Zu thought to himself: "You can go and ask the blue bird, she seems to have something to do with the saint."

When the golden-winged roc heard this, it turned into golden light and disappeared directly under the paulownia tree. When it appeared again, it had already reached the edge of the blue bird's stream.

At this time, the blue bird was wearing a blue shirt, standing on the edge of the stream, looking into the distant sky without saying a word.

"Little sister!" The golden-winged big roll walked behind the blue bird with a heavy expression.

"Oh, I said who it is? It turns out to be the second brother! Why? Why is the arrogant and domineering second brother today so low-key? Such a distraught and despair is not like your style!" The blue bird hugged his arms, and a touch of mockery appeared in his eyes. However, when he saw the golden peng who had no vitality, he couldn't help but reveal a solemnity in his eyes.

"I know that I was arrogant and domineering in the past and offend all my brothers and sisters. But today I am here, I really have important things to ask for. I hope that my sister will help her brother for the sake of the Father God and the Queen, and will never dare to bully her brother in the future!" Golden Winged Dapeng said in a low voice.

"I heard about Jinpeng." The blue bird looked at Jinpeng in the arms of the Golden-winged Great Pluto, and a divine light appeared in his eyes. The Jinpeng's corpse was lifelike, and he could not see the slightest death, as if he was alive.

"Sister, can you have a way?" Golden-winged Dapeng looked at him with awesome eyes.

When the blue bird thought of the innate willow, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "If I had been in the past, I might have invited the saint Ganlu to help my elder brother. But now, I'm afraid it's even more difficult!"

The Blue Bird is very clear about the importance of hollow willows to Yang Sanyang, but I am afraid that Yang Sanyang will never share the nectar of moistening the dew to save Jin Peng.

"Can you say... Is it true that you have no chance? Didn't Peacock Brother be resurrected at the same time?" The Golden-winged Bian looked at the blue bird with awesome eyes.

"Brother is the Daluo Golden Immortal. The true spirit will never be destroyed forever. As long as you pay some price, it will be enough to save him. However, Jin Peng's cultivation is a little short of the point. Although he has condensed the original laws,... it is not easy to resurrect it as a slaughter of the Zhuxian Sword? It is impossible! Unless it is nectar from the sky, I am afraid that the saint will take action, so I can only stare at me, without the power to turn the sky!" The blue bird sighed.

Hearing this, the golden-winged roc was as if struck by lightning. He hugged the golden roc and was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Perhaps, a saint will be born in the future, so that it can nourish the nectar, and maybe there will be a way to save Jin Peng. Brother, don't be more worried!" The blue bird whispered.

"Don't lie to me, it's impossible. The saint now knows the magical use of nectar. Last time a saint was born, all nectar was taken away by the saint. How could it be a waste of all the nectar? Even if there is nectar, it's not our turn!" Although the golden-winged big roll was unruly, it was definitely not stupid. Last time a saint was born, all nectar was taken away by the saint, and all the sweet rain was taken away by the saint. How could it be its turn?

Even if a saint is born in the future, there will never be any nectar on the heads of sentient beings!

The Golden-winged Roc ignored the comfort of the blue bird and just stood there in a daze. After a long time, he raised his head: "Can you recommend a saint on my behalf?"

When the blue bird heard this, he shook his head: "The saint will not see you. Even if I recommend it to you, it will be useless. Even if the true god of Daluo will not be seen by the saint, let alone an ant that Daluo has never attained?"

Hearing this, the Golden-Winged Big Peng smiled bitterly: "Is there really no way?"

"If there is a way, how could I not say it? You and I are brothers and sisters after all, how could I sit and watch the fun? The saint is in a high position and chaos outside the sky. It is already a blessing for me to make a cause and effect with the saint. How dare I ask for it again?" said the blue bird with a wry smile.

The golden-winged big roll knew that the blue bird was right, and a trace of determination appeared in its eyes. He slowly stood up and looked into the distance: "I must try my best to save him! There is a way! There is a way."

Looking at the back of the golden-winged roc leaving, the blue bird looked hesitant, but after all, he couldn't hold it back and turned around and flew towards the square-inch holy realm of the Lingtai.

Let’s talk about the Golden-winged Roc wandering aimlessly in the Phoenix Clan. After waking up, he suddenly left Tiannan and came straight to the western land. He saw the surging demonic aura at the top of the West Kunlun from afar.

"Demon Ancestor!" The Golden-winged Great Phang gritted his teeth, his voice full of murderous intent: "You actually attacked the monks in the Taiyi realm, and Jane was a saint."

But soon, this resentment was suppressed, and the Golden-winged Roc lowered his head: "In the Great Wilderness, if someone can become a saint, there will inevitably be nectar coming, and the Demon Ancestor must be. In order to save my son, even if there is only a slight chance, I will try it out with my life. But my three tribes offended the Demon Ancestor too harshly, I am afraid that he will not respond to my conditions."

If you don’t raise a child, you don’t know your parents’ kindness. At this time, the golden-winged roc is desperate, and there is no way out to the sky and no way to enter the ground. Your eyes are full of helplessness: “No choice! No choice!”

Even if there is one in billions of hope, he will never be stingy to try it out.

The next moment, the golden-winged roc jumped up and headed straight towards the main peak of West Kunlun.

All parents in the world are the same! No matter whether you are a god or a mundane person, or even ordinary ants, your kindness is average.

As long as you can make your son live a good life, even if you are broken into pieces, you will be willing to do so.

"Oh, a little bird is here. Are you here to die?" The Demon Ancestor opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the golden-winged roc that was descending in front of him.

"Demon Ancestor!" What a rebellious person is the Golden-winged Great Phang? When the Demon Ancestor became a saint, he would rather break his muscles and bones than worship the saint power. At this time, he had to compromise with the Demon Ancestor's hatred for killing his son, and forcibly endure the anger in his heart.

"Oh, I'm gritting my teeth and bringing a dead person here. Could it be that I'm asking for death?" The Demon Ancestor saw Jin Peng's body with his eyes. When he saw the scar on Jin Peng's forehead, his pupils shrank.

The sword mark seemed very familiar!

"As long as the Demon Ancestor becomes a saint, I will save my child with nectar. If I have any instructions, I will never refuse!" The Golden-winged Buck stared at the Demon Ancestor with a bright look.

"Oh? I will never refuse? I will ask you to return to my command and turn around and kill the peacock and phoenix, and you will never refuse?" The Demon Ancestor said with a smile.

"Absolutely impossible! What I said is, what I can do!" Golden-winged Dapeng said gritting his teeth.

"Haha, you can do what you can? It's just a small effort to me. Why do you need to take action? If you want to save your son, the only way is to exchange your elder brother's peacock's head!" A trace of tragedy appeared in the Demon Ancestor's eyes, as if he had seen something very fun.

"Don't think about it!" The Golden-winged Roc refused flatly and squeezed out a few words from his teeth.
Chapter completed!