Riding a Phoenix to Cultivation

Chapter 84
The location of the fire spirit root has arrived.

When the thin red mist disappeared, a swamp-like mountain appeared in front of Feng Yi's eyes.

Looking from a distance, the mountains are covered with trees and strange rocks.

It's just that all the rocks and trees are rendered in red.

Dark red, deep red, crimson, bright red.These red colors are flickering, abruptly adding a bit of shade to the fiery heat.

Feng Yi set foot on this mountain and walked towards the center of the trees.

Along the way, Feng Yi saw that the leaves of these trees were falling, and the bark of the trees seemed to have become liquid, ready to flow down.

"Where the fire-type spiritual roots are, these trees will be roasted and melted?" Feng Yi felt that something was wrong with the fire-type spiritual roots, so he quickened his pace.

When Feng Yi walked to the center of the tree, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.

At the center of the tree is an extremely small tree, or to some extent, it cannot be called a tree, and it may be more appropriate to say that it is a small sapling.

There are no leaves on the fiery red saplings, and where the leaves should grow are small clusters of dancing flames.

It was a sycamore tree, and Feng Yi recognized it at a glance.

As the saying goes, the phoenix does not live in the phoenix tree.This is actually true.

Feng Yi's own palace is full of plane trees, all kinds of plane trees.

So even though the tree in front of him hasn't bloomed yet, Feng Yi still recognizes it.

This should be the image of Wonton's fire-type spiritual root. The fire-type spiritual root has just awakened, so it is understandable that the sapling is weak and the flame is weak.

But Feng Yi always felt that something was wrong when he looked at this sapling.

When he approached carefully, he suddenly found that there were some black branches wrapped around the bottom of the sapling.

The black branches absorb the aura that should nourish the saplings. No wonder the surrounding trees will wither, even seem to melt.

The fire-type spiritual root was disturbed, and he couldn't control the surrounding trees freely. Correspondingly, Wonton's body became strange because of the disorder of the fire-type spiritual root.

Feng Yi stretched out his hand to pull out the black branch, but his fingertips were suddenly stabbed by the branch.

The branch seemed to be aware of the danger, and it started to wrap around the sapling even harder.

Feng Yi looked at his fingers with ice-cold eyes.

This black thing turned out to be evil.

The most taboo thing for cultivators is evil spirits. Evil qi enters the body, and if they are not careful, they will fall into the devil's way.

But... Wonton's spiritual root hadn't been opened before, so it would definitely not be infected with evil spirits.

Then, this evil spirit cannot be controlled from the outside, it should be produced by the wonton itself.

But Feng Yi frowned, at Wonton's age, with a pure personality, it is impossible to give birth to demons.

Where did this trace of evil come from?

Feng Yi was thinking, when suddenly he heard a faint sobbing sound coming from his ear, this sobbing sound was barely audible, Feng turned his ear and listened carefully.

Following the faint sobs, Feng Yi saw a wonton half the size of his palm among the flames burning on the sapling.

The little wonton was covered with fiery red leaves, sitting on the branch with bare feet and crying loudly.

This is the image of the spiritual root realm of the Wonton fire system.

Seeing the novelty of the villain, Feng Yi became playful for a moment, and couldn't help poking the villain.

The villain who was crying at first noticed that Feng Yi, who appeared at some unknown time, was crying loudly, stuck out his little head twitched, and bit Feng Yi's finger.

Feng Yi felt that his fingertips were hot, and when he retracted his hand, he found a row of black tooth marks on his fingertips.

(End of this chapter)