Chapter 973: How about the Gods? I will speak with my strength Chapter 40

The Vermilion Bird spread its wings and flew high, and the dark clouds seemed to be about to be broken by it.

Within the range of the calamity cloud, purple-golden heavenly thunders were striking down like rain, but at this moment it did not feel terrifying. Instead, there was a sense that these purple-golden heavenly thunders were there to welcome the return of the sacred Vermillion Bird.

The Vermilion Bird's tail feathers drew a streak of red flame, and even from a long distance away, the immortals seemed to be able to feel the heat of the fire.

Another bird cry echoed through the sky, and all the birds surrendered. The fairies deeply felt the pressure from the ancient gods.

There was an urge to kneel down, and some were so excited that they burst into tears.

Especially the members of the Sparrow Tribe, they just felt that this sacred Vermillion Bird was so familiar. Everyone had a vague guess in their hearts, but they covered their mouths tightly for fear of saying it out loud, otherwise it would not be true.

Mo Zheng was under the calamity cloud, looking up at the mighty, domineering, noble and mysterious Vermillion Bird.

He didn't know why, but he had a hunch that this was her. She was such a proud person, such a powerful person, and such a lovely person, she would never die.

If it were her, this kind of appearance would be worthy of her.

Such gorgeous colors should belong to her alone.

Unconsciously, a line of hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, but he was unaware of it.

Fortunately, no one is paying attention to him now, otherwise he would be laughed at.

Yun Ji was so excited that he could not speak coherently: "Ah, it's the sacred Vermillion Bird, the ancestor of our bird clan. She came from the Immortal Execution Platform. Could she be... mmm... mmm..."

The old bird emperor covered his mouth in time. At this moment he was also excited, shocked and surprised.

But he restrained himself, fearing that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

The Xuanbing Sword emitted its last rays of light, made a clanging sound, and then rapidly shrank in size and fell from the sky.

Its mission has been completed, and now it is no longer able to protect its master. It has tried its best.

"Mysterious Ice Sword!"

Mo Zheng caught the Xuanbing Sword, and at the same time the purple gold sky thunder struck down mercilessly.

"puff……"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Mo Zheng lay on the ground holding the Xuanbing Sword. The Xuanbing Sword sealed him again, and he was almost unable to hold on, but it was great to see her come back before he died.

Mo Zheng smiled as he lay on the ground looking at the divine Vermilion Bird in the sky that was glowing with golden light.

She was so majestic, with such beautiful feathers, and she looked so high and mighty, looking down on everyone, which made him feel that she was supposed to be that way.

She is not some little sparrow; she should be the most noble divine bird in the world, the Vermillion Bird, a true god.

Mo Zheng could no longer maintain his human form and turned into a golden dragon, crawling on the ground, dying.

Suddenly, he felt no pain, as if the thunder around him had disappeared.

It must be an illusion before death. With so many thunders falling, he would be struck to pieces.

He opened his eyes and saw thunder still striking all around him, but he could no longer feel any pain from being struck by the purple-gold heavenly thunder.

Could it be that he has become numb, or that his soul has left his body and he can no longer feel pain?

The immortals around took a deep breath and watched the divine bird Vermillion Bird slowly descend, its huge wings covering the head of the poor little dragon on the ground.

Under the protection of the wings, no bolt of lightning could strike him.

The immortals were in an uproar, the answer seemed to be about to come out.

After Gintoki escaped from the calamity cloud circle, Ji Yu came out of the Dragon Roar Sword again. At this moment, she was staring angrily at the Suzaku divine bird in the calamity cloud.

If there is any bird in the world that is superior to the phoenix, it must be the Vermillion Bird.

A woman's intuition is the most accurate. She almost instinctively guessed that this Vermillion Bird was most likely Su Yan who fell off the Zhuxian Terrace.

Why, why does the Vermillion Bird still exist in this world? Hasn’t it become an ancient legend? Hasn’t the bloodline of the divine bird been cut off long ago?

Why didn't she die? Why did her ghost always linger around and oppose her everywhere?

Gintoki's face was solemn at the moment, he was thinking more.

It would be fine if the Vermillion Bird was simply feeling pity for the little dragon, but if she was really the sparrow that Su Yan was, Ji Yu and he would probably be in trouble.

Under the calamity cloud, Su Yan spread her wings and endured more heavenly thunder, but this heavenly thunder was the best baptism for her.

She was bathed in the purple-gold heavenly thunder and still had the energy left to heal Mo Zheng's injuries.

The immortals only saw the other wing of the sacred bird Vermillion Bird gently caressing the little dragon on the ground. Where the wing touched, the bloody flesh and torn skin healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mo Zheng opened his eyes weakly and saw the divine bird Suzaku standing beside him. He seemed to feel a warm current flowing through his body, and the original pain in his body became clear again, but the pain was decreasing little by little, as if he had received soothing treatment.

treat?

His originally unclear mind suddenly became clear, and he gazed deeply at the sacred bird Suzaku.

Seeing his own shadow in her eyes, Mo Zheng wanted to jump up excitedly, but he couldn't move.

He stretched out a hand, only to find that he was no longer in human form, but in the shape of a dragon.

Zhuque called out to Ming gently, and he understood what she meant, that she was asking him not to move.

Mo Zheng wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. His wish came true. She was still alive. It was great.

Because of his body shape of a dragon, no one could see his expression at the moment, except Su Yan. Seeing the tears in his eyes, Su Yan couldn't help but complain in his heart that Mo Zheng was still a crying little dragon.

The calamity clouds gradually began to fade and dissipate, and the purple-gold heavenly thunder finally seemed to be tired of striking, and it no longer struck densely and violently.

At this moment in the Ninth Heaven, under the calamity cloud, except for the area where Mo Zheng and Su Yan were standing, which was still relatively intact, all other places had already been split beyond recognition.

"The calamity clouds are about to dissipate. Has this meant that we have successfully transcended the calamity?"

"Oh my god, after overcoming the divine tribulation, the sacred bird Suzaku has returned to its place?"

"I can still see the grand scene of transcending the divine tribulation in my lifetime, so it can be said that my life is not in vain."

"Is the God Realm about to open? The Vermillion Bird is returning to its place. Will the Azure Dragon, White Tiger and Black Tortoise also be born to meet the calamity?"

"I feel so excited for some reason. That's the sacred bird Suzaku."

……

Beidou Xingjun nudged Nantianwang again and said cunningly, "That's good. Your dragon friend has a strong backing. You have to protect me from now on."

The Southern Sky King took a step to the left, away from the Northern Dipper Star Lord, and said speechlessly: "Don't pretend, it's not like you can't see that the Vermillion Bird is probably the one..."

Talking about the little sparrow at this moment seems disrespectful to the gods, but this is the fact.

He and Beidou Xingjun, not only them, but also many immortal kings, probably guessed that this Vermillion Bird was most likely the little sparrow in the Sparrow clan that loved to stir up trouble the most.

But this huge contrast is really unexpected.

The Emperor of Heaven on the other side glanced at the old Emperor of Birds and felt a little disgusted by his happy expression.

This old sparrow is so lucky that he can encounter such a good thing. It must be the blessing of his ancestors.

Haha, isn’t it just that our ancestors accumulated virtue and directly raised an ancestor?