The Feng Zun Journey
Nine-Headed Bird
They both knew that the silver-robed young man had exerted all his strength to attack.
His strength was enough to easily split and destroy late stage Immortal Realm existences like them.
Yet Feng Zun's punch still destroyed him!
"Who are you?" the silver-robed young man asked as he coughed.
His hair was disheveled, his face was deathly pale, and when he looked towards Feng Zun, his expression was shocked at once furious, with the fear he had only felt all along.
For everyone, Feng Zun, regardless of his early Immortal cultivation, managed to inflict severe injuries with just two punches!
Since when did such a heaven-defying figure appear in the Tang Dynasty?
"Block my third blow, and I'll tell you," Feng Zun said calmly.
Upon seeing that Feng Zun was about to attack, the silver-robed young man gnashed his teeth, he took out the black beast bone earlier, and gave a drop of blood essence on it.
Bang out!
The bones of the black beast shattered, forming a blood vortex tens of meters high in the sky, like a portal to hell.
Instantly, a terrifying aura pierced through heaven and earth.
Whatisthis?
The eyebrows of the experts at the Peak of the Sacred Mountain shriveled, when they realized that they seemed to be in trouble.
Inside the carriage, the eyes of the beautiful young girl sparkled excitedly.
“Finally Young Master called the founding ancestor to come, and personally intervene.!”.
The curly-bearded elder, Ghuo Meng, and the Spiritual Golden Lion could instantly sigh in relief, and their eyes flared with vigor.
“I already know that the origin of the man is not simple. He must have had a deadly backup plan. ” muttered Zhuan Heng.
Before Tianba could comment, he had already said, “Miss Tianba, rest assured. It's no problem.”
From the beginning until now, Tianba had always been tense, like a surprised fawn. But Zhuan Long was used to it, so he comforted her before she could even say anything.
Tianba finally could not say anything.
Meanwhile, Feng Zun was just about to attack, but when he saw the blood-colored vortex, he muttered, "This is what I thought!"
"Qing Guan, why are you bothering me?"
Suddenly, an angry and dignified voice came out from within the vortex.
“This disciple of yours has faced a very dangerous enemy, I am wounded and on the verge of death. So that I have no choice but to ask for your help, Master!"
The silver-robed young man lowered his head and said bitterly.
Deep within the blood-colored vortex, that dignified voice sounded furious. "Which blind bastard would dare harm my beloved disciple?"
Bang out!
The vortex rotated along with the sound, producing a startling fluctuation of energy. The surrounding sky shook violently as if it was about to collapse.
Swoshis!
The figure was a large and ferocious bird that was at least ten thousand feet tall.
He had nine heads, each the size of a house.
As he spread out his dark gray wings, the two covered the entire sunlight!
His figure was illusory and indistinct, but his aura was terrifying and terrifying.
He was like a ferocious and cruel demon god that descended to earth!
The crowd held their breaths, and their expressions changed drastically.
What a terrifying existence!
What kind of terrifying existence is this!?
"Greetings, Great Ancestor!"
The curly-bearded elder, Ghuo Meng, and the yellow-robed young girl immediately bowed in greeting. Their expressions were serious, respectful, and filled with admiration.
Even the Spiritual Golden Lion kowtowed on the ground like a godly devotee.
The human experts felt a cold flow in their hearts. It was as if they had fallen into an ice abyss.
Could this be the founder of the Blood God Cave faction?
We're in trouble!
“Maybe this is a manifestation of spiritual awareness, from an Immortal God Ascension expert.”
Zhuan Long knew this realm from Feng Zun, he also felt an immense pressure.
Although he was tense, but his expression showed no signs of panic.
After spending time wandering in the Long Dynasty with Feng Zun, what kind of waves had Zhuan Long yet to experience? What kind of danger has he not faced with his master?
He had seen this kind of situation before, so he was used to it.
The Nine-Headed Bird said coldly. His killing intent shook the wind and clouds. “My time is precious, and I cannot procrastinate. Which one of you oppresses my disciples? Whoever it is, come out now! Or if not, then I will kill everyone here!"
The curly bearded elder and the others all looked at Feng Zun in the distance.
The silver-robed young man pointed immediately towards Feng Zun, previously hatred was written all over his face, but now there was an indescribable joy on his face.
“A early stage Immortal cultivator?”
The ten thousand feet tall Nine-Headed Bird froze, looking surprised, "Qing Guan, how could a creature as small as an ant like that hurt you?"
Qing Guan was immediately embarrassed. He hurriedly explained, “Teacher, his battle prowess is heaven-defying! Even late stage Immortal cultivators were no match for him at all!"
"So like that?" said the Nine-Headed Bird coldly, "Then I will be excited to see how strong the poor little one is."
Feng Zun watched this entire conversation, and he could not help but laugh.
He said casually, "Dirty beast, are you sure you want to try my skills?"