Cultivation of immortals begins with the appearance of ancestors

Chapter 90 Teaching
Phoenix Feather?

This confirmed Zhang Jian's guess in his heart. He looked at the plume, and his sensitive spiritual sense did feel a distant and holy taste from it.

At this moment, Bai Xianyin was fondly playing with the Phoenix Feather in her hand. She obviously liked this incomparably luxurious Phoenix Feather, but she still handed her over to Zhang Jian.

"My lord, there is still a bit of pure phoenix true fire in this plume, you have to be careful, don't draw it with magic power, this is the last chance of the Phoenix Spirit Ghost King!"

Zhang Jian took the colorful feathers and gently stroked them with his fingers. Deep in his eyes, he felt a strong spiritual pressure.

This spiritual pressure seems to come from the depths of the soul, it is the power of an ancient creature, it seems to be rooted in the heart.

It's like a mouse facing a cat.

The power of such a beast is incredible.

The five-color divine light belonging to the phoenix appeared in Zhang Jian's mind, and he had some thoughts in his mind, but he remembered Bai Xianyin's reminder, and decided not to die.

He carefully put away this phoenix feather first.

After successfully obtaining the Phoenix Feather, Zhang Jian felt a little relieved.

But at this time, in the depths of the Phoenix Nest, there was a clear and terrifying Fengming sound suddenly.

The sharp phoenix cry suddenly shook the sky.

As if sensing the change in the pattern of the two phoenixes and two instruments in Fengchao Mountain, boundless resentment burst out from the sky.

Seeing this scene, Bai Xianyin's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help saying.

"My lord, the injury suffered by that phoenix spirit is heavier than imagined, she is a bit strong on the outside, and our chance has come!"

"Can this be seen?"

Zhang Jian looked surprised.

Bai Xianyin giggled, and immediately passed on the experience. "Xiao Langjun, you probably haven't experienced many fighting skills. The trauma of such a god is completely different from the practice in the past. You can see how quickly she absorbs the inspiration from the world, and the frequency and rhythm of the gods are different from those in the past. It’s quite different, of course, this should be related to her lack of intensive study of divine spells…”

Listening to the little girl's explanation, Zhang Jian's gaze fluctuated slightly.

This little girl is indeed a qualified guide and a good teacher.

He's really an asshole in that regard.

Many things really cannot be learned from books, but must be learned through practice.

Listening to Bai Xian's voice of Balabala, Zhang Jian pricked up his ears and made a note of it.

These are some rare experiences, and even some masters and apprentices may not be able to explain them patiently.

To a certain extent, Zhang Jian still has a slight liking for the future master who has never met, at least he really loves his disciple.

Otherwise, Bai Xianyin would not have been sent to him to lead him the way.

At this moment, Zhang Jian's footsteps froze, but his eyes were looking around.

"Little master, what's the matter?"

Noticing Zhang Jian's change, the little girl also stopped eloquently pointing.

Zhang Jian looked around, and he didn't see any strange signs, but he felt a faint sense of surveillance with his sensitive mind.

"Someone is watching us, but I can't find where it is?"

Zhang Jian quietly communicated with Bai Xianyin.

Bai Xianyin was taken aback when she heard the words, and looked at Zhang Jian in amazement. She was also born with a strong soul, but she didn't feel anything unusual, but she laughed.

"Master, it's easy, leave it to Yin'er!"

She took out a spell in her hand and handed it to Zhang Jian first.

"Young master, activate this heart purification talisman first, and wait for me to catch the watcher out!"

After the words were finished, she stretched out her wrist, but saw a light wind chime tied to her wrist, shaking slightly at this time, just shaking slightly, and suddenly saw a crisp bell ringing in the mountains.

The ringtone broke into Zhang Jian's ears, and Zhang Jian's face immediately changed. The ringtone was clear and clear at first, and then it was like being bombarded by a terrifying magic sound rhythm, and it also carried a strange power that made people bored and blood was tumbling .

Fortunately, he aroused the Purification Talisman in his hand at this time, so that he could barely withstand the wave attack.

"What a great ringtone!"

Zhang Jian's heart shook, seeing him like this, Bai Xianyin couldn't help but giggle.

"My little master, the disturbing bell on my left hand is really fun, as long as the bell rings, everyone will be excited and excited, and it is difficult to calm down.

The owner also has a God-provoking bell, but compared to the God-propelling bell, my bell is just a gadget! "

At this time, in the mountains, following the ringing of the bell, they searched around, and in a short while, a slight scream came from the treetops tens of feet away.

"Don't shake it, Bai Yang don't listen, don't listen..."

On the treetop, a white bird slowly manifested its real body from the depths of the treetop.

It looked a little panicked.

Seeing its true body revealed, it flapped its wings and was about to fly into the sky, but was caught deep in the palm by a white jade-like palm.

"It turned out that you were peeping, why did you, a bad bird, peek at your Aunt Xianyin?!"

At this time, Bai Xianyin grabbed the white, round, fat bird into her hands, and she glanced up and down at the white hen-like bird with surprise in her eyes.

"You little monster is strange. You are obviously not very good, but you have such a brilliant ability to hide one's breath?"

She carried the white and jade-like bird around a few times, and in the frightened look of the bird, a burst of magic power penetrated into the bird's body, and she laughed afterwards.

"It turns out that you are a spirit transformed from the essence of the First Wood in the mountains. You are naturally good at hiding and hiding your breath. No wonder you are not easy to detect!"

"However, it's wrong to spy on other people's privacy, especially to spy on your aunt and little master, it's even more wrong!"

"My lord, forgive me, I didn't mean to peep, I was just passing by!"

Bai Niao'er had no ambition, and after being caught, he was pitiful and immediately begged for mercy.

In fact, it really has no ability to escape from the little girl's palm.

Its Taoism is not high, and it may even only be two or three hundred years old.

"Are you the white bird next to Fengling Ghost King?"

Zhang Jian took a look, but his gaze fluctuated slightly. He remembered that when the Feng Ling ghost king attacked at night, there was a white bird around him.

"I'm not!"

This chubby bird has dead eyeballs and a stiff mouth, completely refusing to admit it.

Zhang Jian couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, Bai Xianyin was happy when he saw this, and volunteered.

"Little master, leave it to me to torture, and let this little guy confide everything he knows!"

Zhang Jian nodded immediately.

Zhang Jian only stayed in the forest for a while, and then saw Bai Xianyin coming out with the white bird in his hands, and he didn't know what method she used, which made the white bird look hopeless. The appearance of love.

Bai Xianyin said with a chuckle. "My little master, we have found the location of the Feng Ling ghost king. We guessed correctly. The Feng Ling ghost king is currently recovering from his wounds. This is our chance!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jian nodded and said, "Then let's speed up!"

……

At this time, in Fengyang County,
Taoist Yuhe, dressed in purple robes, was welcoming many disciples from the Dongshen Temple at the door. In a moment, he saw a cyan streamer like a rainbow in the distance, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Wei Wei Taoist Temple.

When the blue streamer approached, Taoist Yuhe's eyes lit up, and he immediately led his disciples to shout loudly:
"Yuhe, the third-generation disciple of Dongshen Temple, pays homage to the ancestor of Dongming, and welcomes the ancestor Fajia!"

"Welcome Master Dongming's uncle, Fajia, to come!"

I saw a slender young Taoist with a majestic face stepping out of the blue stream of light in an instant. His eyes swept over the crowd and landed on Taoist Yuhe, his eyes fluctuated, and he nodded slightly.

"Get up!"

(End of this chapter)