Cultivation of Immortality

This road is really far enough. After an hour, the bird is still flying forward. The further we go to Xiyang, the more unsure we are. Moreover, the magma below is getting hotter and hotter, changing from bright red to bright red. It turned into a whitish light red, and the flow speed was much faster.

Jiangxiao pursed her lips tightly, and she felt a little panicked, but the thought of making a little bird supported her determination to go to the end.

Although Xiyang could see Jiangxiao's intentions, he still had to send his spiritual message to persuade him, "Go back, there is Langxing, we can't risk killing him."

Jiangxiao glanced at Zhui'er, who was resting with his eyes closed, and sent back his spiritual thoughts: "The longer the road, the longer he will have to rest. As long as the fire spirit can take us back, it'll be okay. His spells are quite powerful."

Xiyang said no more. He would not stop him endlessly from what Jiangxiao was determined to do. He had not doted on Jiangxiao so much before, but since Xunyi's death, he had doted on Jiangxiao. Xiao's energy took over, and he was pampering Jiang Xiao on Xun Yi's behalf.

At this time, Zhui'er opened his eyes and said, "We're almost there."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bird chirped urgently, and even Xiyang and Jiangxiao could hear that it was anxiously calling its companions.

"Mountains, there are several large mountains made of magma in front of them, four to five hundred feet high. The bottom is red and the peaks are dark red." Xiyang told Zhui'er what he saw through the fire spirit.

Jiangxiao said to Zhui'er nervously and excitedly, "Have you calmed down? Get ready. If you can tame another firebird, the little monkey will be yours, and I don't want the Lingbao anymore." In order to give him Zhui'er encouraged her and told her plan.

Zhui'er had no time to say anything more to her, so he closed his eyes and felt it with his heart.

"It's best to choose a smaller one, not too small, just about the same size as this one..." Jiangxiao felt that neither too big nor too small a firebird was good.

Xiyang stopped Jiangxiao's instructions with his eyes. He really didn't know what happened to Jiangxiao. She was in such an emergency at such an urgent moment.

Although she still has the leisure to be picky, she is not such a confused person. Of course Xiyang would not know that Jiangxiao had begun to have the same mysterious trust in Zhui'er as he did in Xunyi.

Zhui'er was also patient and actually nodded to show that he understood. This really left Xiyang speechless. He could only remind Jiangxiao with an increasingly cold expression to stop being distracted.

After making a sharp cry, the bird plunged into the valley surrounded by several red mountains, and then a series of shrill screams came from there.

Xiyang slowed down and leaned forward cautiously.

"Dead..." Zhui'er opened his eyes with a grimace, and the bird's sorrow infected him with a look of sadness.

"Who died?" Jiang Xiao stared at him and asked.

"A bigger firebird." At this time, Xiyang saw through the fire spirit that the small bird was wailing next to a larger firebird. The big firebird was lying on the ground motionless, obviously dead.

"His mother." Zhui'er said bitterly to Jiangxiao.

"Hmm...are there any other firebirds?" Jiangxiao looked around through the spirit of Jishu and asked.

"I can't feel it." Zhui'er answered truthfully, and then said to Xiyang, "Let's go there, I have to comfort it."

While urging Qiankun in the Fire to fly forward, Xiyang said to Jiangxiao who looked disappointed, "Let's look back slowly. It's so big here, maybe we can find one or two more."

Jiangxiao just shook his head slightly and said nothing. Zhui'er and Xiaoniao were both so sad, so it was a bit inappropriate to talk about this at this time.

Xiyang stopped the Qiankun in Fire at a distance of four to five hundred feet away from the bird. He was afraid of the bird.

In grief, you may accidentally hurt them.

This mountainous area is full of traces of fighting. There are many large burned holes in the surrounding mountains. Several peaks have been flattened or melted away. The firebird on the ground, which is larger than a small bird, has many feathers. In the messy place, only one of the three legs was left. It is not difficult to imagine how shocking and tragic the battle was.

The little bird screamed shrilly, and from time to time it touched the big bird's body with its beak, trying to wake up its dead mother. Red tears kept falling from its one eye, which made Jiangxiao feel sad. I couldn't think about getting another bird for a moment.

Tears also flowed down Zhui'er's face. His magical power allowed him to feel the grief of the bird more clearly. This was the first time he felt such intense grief, even worse than when he mourned his parents. To be strong, the little bird has no complicated thoughts, and its grief is more pure. Moreover, his parents died at a normal life, while the little bird's mother died tragically at the hands of the enemy. There is a difference between the two kinds of grief.

Although the overly pure emotion came quickly, it went away quickly. With Zhui'er's comfort, the bird stopped mourning in less than a day. It carried its mother's body in its mouth and got into the surging magma. Xiao and Xiyang were confused and asked Zhui'er what it was doing, but Zhui'er couldn't answer.

Not long after, the bird came out, chirped around the place a few times, and then came to the three of them. Only then did the three of them understand that it should have buried their mother according to the instinct of the race.

When Xiyang urged Qiankun in Fire to return, the little bird followed them silently and depressed. Jiangxiao looked at the little bird and said with great affection, "It's so pitiful."

At this time, Zhui'er recalled what Jiang Xiao had said, and said, "Then you should take more care of it. If it is willing to follow you, then let it follow you."

"This... is so inappropriate..." Jiang Xiao's eyes flashed

Shuo said.

Zhui'er grinned and said, "You said that the little monkey belongs to me and I don't want the Lingbao anymore, so I won't suffer any loss."

Jiangxiao glanced at Xiyang, and then said to Zhui'er, "Then you have to help me make it recognize me as its master."

Zhui'er looked at the little bird and said, "It has already regarded us as friends. I think it is willing to follow us, but I don't know if it will be willing to leave this sea of ​​magma when we leave in the future."

Jiangxiao said confidently, "We have plenty of time to develop a relationship with it. Just help me."

Zhui'er promised, "I will do my best for this."

Jiangxiao's eyes flickered twice, wanting to discuss with Zhui'er whether he could pass on some of that magical spell to her, but he thought that he wasn't familiar enough with it yet, so he swallowed his words.

When they came to the fissure where they were, the bird chirped and dived into the magma. Facing the inquiring gazes of Jiangxiao and Xiyang, Zhui'er frowned and explained, "I guess it must be recovering from its injuries. It seems so. I can't say for sure."

"Then can you sense where it went?" Jiang Xiao asked anxiously.

Zhui'er pointed downward and said, "It goes all the way down, and it has reached a depth that I can't sense."

"Then..." Jiangxiao didn't know what to do and looked at Xiyang anxiously.

Xiyang comforted him and said, "I don't think it will leave us. Let's go up and say hello to Lu Gang and Shu Yan first. These two people must be very anxious."

Zhui'er had long been anxious to see Lu Gang and Shu Yan, and said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, send me up quickly."

Lu Gang and Shu Yan were already going crazy with anxiety. When they saw Zhui'er coming up, they finally felt relieved. They rushed forward excitedly and each of them took one of Zhui'er's arms and asked him what happened. Jiang Where did Xiao and Xiyang go?