Create a myth of the heavens

Chapter 42 042: Phoenix Nirvana
Ordinary people have to go through a lot of hardships if they want to travel through the seventh heaven to come to Chiyantian. It is impossible for ordinary people not to reach the level of a holy beast.

However, Tang Jian, as a authority dog, sending a bird to the Seventh Heaven, isn't it as simple as visiting his own back garden.

In the Chiyan sky, clusters of flames are like blooming flowers, flickering and gilded, dazzling, and the temperature is frighteningly high.

Tang Jian threw the phoenix into the natural oven.

boom--

Fierce flames rose from Phoenix's whole body, and they burned directly.

"Oh yo?"

Tang Jian was startled.

After a closer look, it was discovered that all the flames were only burning on the surface of the phoenix's body.

And it seems that flame energy poured into the Phoenix's body, making the Phoenix look crystal clear in the flames.

A strange scene happened.

Those shocking injuries on Phoenix's body began to heal slowly under the irrigation of flame energy.

Not only the wounds on his body, but also the dissipated true spirit consciousness, seemed to gather from all directions out of thin air, slowly agglomerating.

From the perspective of Tang Jianjie's eyes, the phoenix has become a big ball of fire in Chiyan's sky, like a disc, like an extra round of sun hanging high in the sky out of thin air, slowly being reborn.

"This is the Nirvana of the Phoenix? Can you really be reborn from the ashes?"

Tang Jian was pleasantly surprised.

If the first phoenix in this world can heal, the loss will be much smaller.

Looking at the last Bai Chu who didn't know how to resurrect, Tang Jian felt a little headache.

He hadn't masturbated the big cat much, it was already dead, and Jie Xin had checked it carefully, and it was indeed lifeless, maybe it couldn't be saved.

"After all, I used to be Bai Yu. Even if I die, I can't give up. I have nothing to do, but that group of primitive humans may not have anything to do."

Tang Jian thought of a group of humans he raised in captivity, and first of all he thought of Shennong.

"Shen Nong tasted all kinds of herbs. Have you ever tasted Nine-leaf Sword Grass?"

"I'll send the nine-leaf sword grass to him to taste, to see if he, the old farmer, can quickly ripen it with his superb skills. He is the ancestor of farming in myths and legends.

Bai Yu sent him over by the way to see if he could use medicine to bring him back to life? "

Although he felt that it was unlikely, Tang Jian still took the dead cat as a live cat doctor.

Immediately, he grabbed it with his big hand and lifted Bai Zuo.

He then dug out the trembling nine-leaf swordgrass rhizome from the soil, and went straight to the gathering place after the migration of human beings.

As for the dead dragon's body.
Tang Jian remembered that this person said that if he had to go his own way, Huang couldn't control him.

Then let him expose the dead body to the wilderness, maybe he can fertilize the earth. He didn't make any contribution during his lifetime, but he turned it into fertile soil to grow flowers after death.

boom boom-

Waves of earthquake-like roars came from afar.

The various human clans who have migrated to an area 150 meters away from the water pool all admire and fanatically watch the giant striding forward in the distance.

Many people have worshiped more than once, kowtowing continuously as if worshiping their ancestors, and shouting the Holy Ancestor in their mouths.

Even some ignorant human beings kowtow to the ground regardless of any danger around them.

Even if some big rocks were smashed by the earthquake, they didn't dodge, with a crazy look of being determined to the end.

The Gao Shan family, who was reincarnated from the Motian ancestor, saw this frenzied scene, and couldn't help being excited and took out the big rock behind his waist to record, "At the beginning of the ancient times, the ancestors of the wild people set things right, oppressed the Qing emperor, and came to the human race. Pilgrimage!"

"Sensible, after Ferris' reincarnation, he really became enlightened, much more sensible than before."

Tang Jian used Jiexin to perceive the surroundings while approaching the human race, and realized that Mo Tian's reincarnated ear was so sensible, and he was very relieved.

However, seeing so many human beings worshiping him are so crazy that they don't hide from the stones, they can't help but slow down.

He's just too big for his size.

Even if you just walk on the ground normally, the strong wind or the shaken gravel brought by your steps are disasters for human beings.

Many people were even thrown into the air by the shock. As for the ferocious beasts surrounding the human race, how many were trampled to death.

However, instead of being frightened, the fanatical human race kowtowed like honest quails.

"In the future, I still have to enter this small world less, or the creatures I cultivate will be trampled to death, and I will lose my sense of mystery...

It seems that we have to find a way to get an avatar outside of the body as soon as possible, and the means of summoning the demon will not last long. "

Thinking in his mind, Tang Jian stopped ten meters away from the human race and looked down at the many villain clans in the distance.

In his view, these clans are like small cakes spread out loosely, with one piece here and one piece here.

The biggest one among them is naturally the Human Headquarters headed by Fuxi, Nuwa, and Shennong.

When he looked, Fuxi, Nuwa, Shennong, Zhurong, Suiren, etc. had all walked out, paying respects to him with great respect.

"Roar!"

High in the sky, a green dragon swooped down, not daring to surpass Tang Jian in height, bowed its head and retracted its claws to Tang Jian from afar as a respectful greeting.

Tang Jian faintly felt a force of heaven and earth stronger than the Qing Emperor condensed on him.

This is the momentum formed by the worship of him by the creatures of this world.

"Where is Shennong?"

Tang Jian didn't talk much to these little people, and asked.

But seeing the biggest ant nest-like crowd stirring slightly below, an old man wearing animal skin walked out with a hunched body, and said in an old and reverent voice.

"Holy Ancestor, Shennong's descendant is here."

As Shennong spoke, he stood upright and trembled in worship.

Tang Jian shook his head and lifted Shennong with his hand, and the gravity technique held Shennong up and said, "You are old, so you don't need to be polite. I know your lifespan is approaching. I am looking for you. I have something to explain to you, and I also give you a favor. Chance."

Shennong was not surprised by favor or humiliation, and still maintained a humble attitude, "If the holy ancestor has a mission, Nong should do his best to complete it."

Tang Jian pointed to the white scorpion in one hand, spread out the grass roots lying in the other palm, and said, "This is the dead body of the white scorpion and the root of the nine-leaf sword grass.

I heard that you are good at farming and Huangqi medicine, and once said that the nine-leaf sword grass is the medicine of immortality.

Although this nine-leaf swordgrass has only one stalk left, it still has vitality. You must have the ability to ripen it and grow it again.

And even though Bai Zuo died, the tiger's might is still there, and his dead soul is scattered between the heaven and the earth, and the evil spirit still exists, so he won't enter the illusory sky.

If you can ripen the Nine-leaf Sword Grass, you must have the ability to bring Bai Yu back to life with the power of this elixir of immortality.

As for your lifespan, there are two things that can also be extended. "

Shennong didn't shirk when he heard the words, bowed down and said, "Nong should swear to his death to facilitate the matter entrusted by the holy ancestor!"

"This is really a person who does practical things. Although it is only the Shennong clan cultivated in my world, not the Shennong clan in the previous world, he is still a person worthy of admiration."

Tang Jian admired Shennong's attitude of agreeing to do his best without asking a word, and secretly thought that Bai Zuo and Jiuye Jiancao did not cross each other.

Immediately, he found an open space to place Bai Zu's corpse, and planted the nine-leaf sword grass roots that were as tall as a dozen small people on the ground.

Although Bai Zui died, the might of the tiger still exists, and the evil spirit still exists.

Placed here among the human race, many wild beasts dare not even get close to a hundred miles around.

Although the Qinglong King regards Bai Chu as a mortal enemy, he is a holy beast after all, magnanimous and virtuous, and does not object to Shennong's rescue of Bai Chu, and he is powerless to stop it even if there is Huang's confession.

After Tang Jian was busy with these things, seeing that the ancient small world had returned to normal order, he immediately squeezed out some blood from the frightened Qinglong, and left gracefully
(End of this chapter)