The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2732 Nether Fragment
He directly stretched out his hand to hold the little girl's wrist, his eyes fixed on the ray of phoenix fire in the little girl's palm.

Although the fire of the phoenix is ​​not the fire of nirvana, it is the last flame left when the phoenix fell, and in this last flame, there will be a ray of spiritual consciousness of the fallen phoenix.

If it were the unconscious Phoenix Fire Monarch Mo Yuan, he would naturally not have any opinions, but this Phoenix Fire obviously has a trace of spiritual consciousness.

Normally, Xiaobai and Fat Baby approached Leng Wuyou many times, and Jun Moyuan would be jealous, not to mention this phoenix consciousness of unknown origin.

However, for Jun Moyuan who was very honored to get the two big vats of vinegar prepared by the little girl himself, even though he was jealous, he didn't dare to say it out, because he was afraid of getting two big vats of vinegar from the little girl again.

Although he didn't drink, what if the little girl insisted on staring at him to drink.

Well, although he didn't say anything, but his eyes were so direct that it seemed that he could directly poke that ball of flame into a sieve, it's not like Leng Wuyou couldn't see it.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she tapped the flame with her fingertips. It's better to get rid of the flame quickly, lest this guy make himself jealous.

The spiritual consciousness in this ray of phoenix fire was close to collapse, even Leng Wuyou couldn't keep this ray of spiritual consciousness.

That ray of consciousness and will seemed to have known his end for a long time, and he was very calm, but he had to rub Leng Wuyou's fingertips.

It's like a sick baby who wants to reach for a candy even though it's hard.

From this wisp of divine consciousness, a stream of information flowed into Leng Wuyou's mind. This stream of information was not huge, and the information in it was about the origin of the Nether Power.

The power of the nether world actually belongs to a small fragment of the nether world.

And the source of this fragment happened to be a small fragment of the Soul Locking Tower in the Nether Hell. All kinds of brutal souls were kept in the Soul Locking Tower all year round, and it was only natural that they would be contaminated with blood resentment.

Back then when the Underworld was blown up, the fragments naturally scattered in all directions.

The Indus Realm is full of Zhengyang Qi, and it is logically impossible to attract the Nether Fragment to fall here, but it is such a coincidence that this Nether Fragment fell into the Indus Realm by coincidence.

It also fell directly into the mainland of his Phoenix clan.

Didn't it happen that there was a ray of phoenix fire, which did not stay in the final resting place of the Phoenix clan, slipped out, just happened to encounter this group of ghost power, found this group of ghost power, naturally it was aware of this There is a strong sense of blood resentment contained in the power of the netherworld, and it is also discovered that if the power of the netherworld spreads out, it will definitely have a considerable impact on the Feng Clan.

Therefore, this ray of phoenix fire directly sealed itself and bound it within.

Over the years, in order to reduce its own energy consumption, it has been confined to a deep sleep. It somehow arrived at this place after going around, and then it couldn't get out again.

From the consciousness of this ray of phoenix fire, it can be understood that it doesn't know where this place is, as if there were no such places in the secret place.

After knowing this information, this ray of phoenix consciousness couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed directly, but when it was about to dissipate, it was still reluctant to part, and circled around Leng Wuyou's fingertips.

In fact, seeing Jun Moyuan, he gritted his teeth secretly in his heart.

He even felt that when the phoenix fire disappeared, it seemed to shake the flame at him, as if it was provoking him.

Jun Moyuan's eyes darkened, if it wasn't for a ray of fire, he would have already started beating someone.

Still rubbing, rubbing what rubbing, Qibao belongs to him, and he hasn't rubbed Qibao's fingertips that much yet.

These words from the heart are sour.

(End of this chapter)