"What a big city!"
After flying all the way and approaching Tianpeng Holy City, what appeared in front of them was a huge city stretching as far as the eye could see. Fastest update
This city is built on the mountain. The huge green mountain tens of thousands of feet high in front of you is a city.
A white light curtain enveloped the city. At this moment, a large group of Tianpeng tribe members flapped their wings and burst out of the light curtain, looking at Li Feiyu and Han Li from a distance.
"Is he the Holy Son? With such a strong bloodline, he must be the Holy Son, right?"
"With the appearance of Tianpeng appearing, he must be the Holy Son without a doubt."
"There are two Holy Sons appearing at the same time? Our clan will surely prosper!"
This group of Tianpeng tribesmen looked at Li Feiyu and Han Li flying over from a distance, and they were talking about it.
"Huh! Huh!"
There was a sharp sound of wings, and a group of Tianpeng tribesmen wearing golden armor flew out from the light curtain, with golden wings stretched out behind them.
This group of golden-winged Tianpeng people burst out of the sky and rushed towards Li Feiyu and Han Li.
"Jin Ling, I would like to pay my respects to the Holy Son Jinpeng, and to pay my respects to the Holy Son Qingpeng."
At first, a girl with blond hair wearing a white robe stretched out her golden wings and bowed down to Li Feiyu and Han Li.
"No gift!"
Li Feiyu waved his hand expressionlessly.
Han Li stood beside Li Feiyu and nodded to everyone with a smile.
"May I ask the names of these two saint sons? Where do they come from?"
After the blond girl Jin Ling stood up, she asked Li Feiyu and Han Li with a smile on her face.
After all, Li Feiyu and Han Li were both strangers, and it was a bit unbelievable that two saints suddenly appeared without warning.
The Holy Son is the noblest and purest Tianpeng bloodline, and is the future leader, just like the prince of a mortal kingdom.
Now that the Holy Lord has fallen, the Holy Son is already the leader. If you don't understand it clearly and don't understand the whole story, you won't dare to recognize each other rashly.
"I am Li Feiyu, this is my brother Han Li, we are from Tianheng."
The true spirit of creation has extracted the memories of three Tianpeng people, and it is not difficult to come up with a suitable origin.
"Tian...Tianheng royal family?"
Jin Ling looked at the two people with a horrified face, already believing 99% of what they were coming to. Apart from the Tianheng royal family, where else could there be a Holy Son with such pure blood
"More than 30,000 years have passed. The Tianheng Tribe...the Tianheng Royal Family, have they come back again?"
Thinking back to the glorious days when the Tianpeng Clan ruled the 72 tribes of the Yu Clan, and how a civil war led to the collapse of the extremely powerful Tianpeng Clan and reduced them to the bottom of the 72 tribes of the Yu Clan.
Thinking of the historical records of these tribes, the girl felt silent and speechless.
"The wings of Tianpeng cover the mountains and the hanging clouds."
"The feathers of Tianpeng shine brightly on the sun and moon and shine on the stars."
Li Feiyu followed the instructions of the True Spirit of Creation, stood with his hands behind his hands with a proud face, and sang impassionedly loudly.
"Thirty thousand years later, the Tianpeng of the Holy Mountain and the people of Tianheng, do you still remember the glory of Tianheng? Do you still remember the glory of the royal family?"
The long and generous chants resounded through the sky, and the high-pitched shouts shocked the soul.
At this moment, there was silence in the entire Tianpeng Holy City.
No one dared to answer this kind of historical question, and no one wanted to answer it.
"I am Li Feiyu, the Holy Son of Jinpeng."
Having said this, Li Feiyu winked at Han Li.
The two had been working together for many years, so Han Li naturally understood what Li Feiyu meant.
Han Li looked solemn and shouted, "I am Han Li, the Holy Son of Qingpeng!"
"Using the blood of Tianpeng as evidence and the resonance of the true spirit as proof, I declare: After thirty thousand years, the glory has returned! The royal family has returned!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Feiyu pointed at the tall tower at the highest point of Tianpeng Holy City.
This is an eight-sided spire six to seven hundred feet high.
The body of the tower is milky white, and each side is imprinted with densely packed mysterious runes.
These runes emitted colorful rays of light, turning into a curtain of light that enveloped the entire white spire.
Li Feiyu pointed out, and the golden wings on his back bloomed with brilliant golden light.
"Bah..."
A thunderous cry rang out, brilliant golden light suddenly erupted, and a golden-winged roc with a length of thousands of feet and wings hanging from the clouds appeared above Li Feiyu's head.
At the same time, a tall green roc appeared above Han Li's head.
These two Dapeng dharma images... A small part is caused by the aura of the Dapeng blood in the wings, and most of them are caused by the virtual images created by Li Yu.
Two roc shadows soared into the sky, and two roc cries resounded through the sky.
At this moment, the white spire on the top of the mountain shook violently, and all the runes on the tower lit up at the same time.
"Bah..."
A huge cry sounded from the white tower.
In the endless flow of light, the image of a huge roc appeared in the void.
The image of Dapeng covers the sky and the sun, with its wings spread out, covering the mountains and hanging clouds. The feathers are brilliant, shining brightly on the sun and moon, and shining on the stars.
"Bah! Bah! Bah!"
The three big rocs stood opposite each other, their cries shook the heaven and earth, and their vast aura covered the sky and the earth.
"True Spirit Resonance!"
Throughout Tianpeng Holy City, countless Tianpeng tribesmen felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on their heads.
There were waves of roars and vibrations in the blood, causing their legs to weaken uncontrollably and they fell to their knees.
"The Tianpeng of the Holy Mountain, the people of Tianheng, your king, has returned!"
Li Feiyu seemed to be really into the drama. He opened his arms and stood proudly in the air, welcoming everyone's obeisance.
"Greetings to Holy Son Jinpeng! Greetings to Holy Son Qingpeng!"
Under the overwhelming power of the True Spirit Resonance, at this moment, all the Tianpeng people recognized the identity of the two people and saluted them together.
History has passed, and success or failure, right or wrong, is meaningless.
The return of the royal family will surely bring new hope to the Tianpeng family. To rise, to be strong, to regain the lost glory, this is the wish of all Tianpeng people.
"Welcome back to the Holy Son!"
A group of Tianpeng shouted and fell to the ground.
So, the two counterfeiters walked on the road strewn with flowers, and entered Tianpeng Holy City amidst the worship and welcome of countless people.
"What the hell!"
Li Yu shook his head speechlessly, touched his chin, and smiled bitterly.
"You are learning from me, right? You are obviously learning from me, right? You are the true spirit of creation, can't you come up with a new trick? You should try some new tricks if you want to play!"
Li Yu rubbed his temples and expressed a headache.
This strong show-off style is obviously the style of His Majesty Emperor Yu.
This is because the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!
"Forget it, let them play as they please! Although the movement is a bit louder, the effect is better. As a royal saint, it is easy to obtain the twelve transformations of Jingzhe."
Li Yu waved his hand and let them go and mess around.
"There is also an anonymous fish shop owner in the Tianpeng Holy City. The direct bloodline of the Five-Colored Peacock Clan also possesses the Five-Colored Divine Light. Let's see who is more authentic!"
Li Yu chuckled and entered the movie-watching mode again.
(To be continued...)
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