A delicate hand stretched out and gently touched the pheasant's head. The pheasant was a little dissatisfied, but it didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction. It straightened its neck very obediently and obediently, and let the hand touch it, looking like a quail.
That was Xu Yourong's hand - Pheasant knew very well what kind of blood was flowing in this girl's body, it didn't like it very much, but it had to admit that it was its nemesis.
Chen Changsheng also stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch it too. The pheasant is also very clear about how powerful this boy is. The most important thing is that he is the owner of this yellow paper umbrella. If it wants to survive these terrifying energy storms, it must not offend him. Now, even if it is asked to dance the hair removal dance, it will endure it. But... for some reason, the pheasant stretched out its sharp beak like lightning, and pecked hard at the back of Chen Changsheng's hand.
A clear sound sounded like gold and jade striking each other.
The pheasant was stunned, not understanding why he made such a crazy move. Chen Changsheng was also stunned, and then he remembered that although the wounds on his body had basically healed and the smell of the blood that flowed out had become extremely faint, it was still an irresistible temptation for this kind of creature.
"Although a roc in distress is not as good as a pheasant, it is still a roc with its own pride." Xu Yourong looked at him and said. This is not the original sentence of the proverb, the original saying is that a phoenix in distress is not as good as a grass chicken, but she certainly would not say that.
Just like what she said, this bird of miscellaneous hairs that looks like a pheasant is the golden-winged roc that covered the entire sky before, but it is no longer as powerful as before. From the first moment he entered the yellow paper umbrella, Chen Changsheng knew it was the golden-winged roc. Because of that aura, because of the furious divine fire in the deepest part of its eyes, no matter how well it disguised itself, it could pass through. Energy storms and hurricanes, and the one who knows that only the yellow paper umbrella can protect it must be the roc.
The body of this golden-winged roc had already died with Zhou Dufu's death or departure. It was not until Nanke returned to Zhou Garden with the soul tree a few days ago that its spirit, which had been sleeping in the shadow of the grassland, woke up again. Rebirth, the current golden-winged roc is still a fledgling bird, without the power and realm of its heyday, no wonder it can only be turned into a shadow in the sky until Nanke combines her soul and the energy of the soul tree with the roc Only by merging into one body can most of the divine power be restored.
Chen Changsheng didn't try to touch this young Peng again. Xiaopeng gradually calmed down, not as nervous and vigilant as before, the fury in the two divine fires in his eyes subsided, and turned into some very complicated emotions.
Chen Changsheng understood what it wanted to express, and couldn't help being stunned. The information that Xiaopeng wants to convey is all in its eyes, which are begging, begging, begging, sadness, sadness, sadness, and despair—the countless monsters in the Zhou Garden are all its companions and subordinates. The monsters have lived in this grassland for hundreds of years, isolated from the world, and have no struggle with people. This grassland is their hometown, and now their hometown is about to be destroyed.
Chen Changsheng said in his heart, I don't need you to ask anything, I will try my best to preserve this world. Xiaopeng seemed to have heard his mental activities, became quieter, and appeared very well-behaved, but what was interesting was that he still refused to approach him. Instead, he would rather move a few steps towards Xu Yourong, who should have been more fearful and disgusted, and leaned obediently against her in the arms.
From the corner of his eye, Chen Changsheng had been paying attention to the wind and sand surrounding the mausoleum. While talking with Xu Yourong and communicating with Dapeng spiritually, he has been silently calculating in his heart. According to what Xu Yourong said earlier, the connection between the ten heavenly book steles around the mausoleum belongs to the change of a certain formation. Now that the balance of this formation has been broken due to the appearance of the sword pool, there is no way to restore it unless it can be found. The vanishing void replaced by Jianchi.
Yes, in this formation, the sword pool is just a substitute. What does Jianchi replace? Xu Yourong said that Zhou Dufu took away twelve steles of heavenly scriptures from the mausoleum of heavenly scriptures. There are only ten stone pillars here. Where are the other two steles of heavenly scriptures
At the very beginning, Chen Changsheng always felt that he had forgotten something. It was a gap in his last memory when he was observing the stele in the Mausoleum of Books and enlightened the Dao. Later, he vaguely remembered something, and an uncontrollable thought appeared in his heart. guess.
In order to prove that conjecture, he has been watching around the mausoleum, looking for evidence that can prove that conjecture—he must get enough confirmation before acting on that conjecture, because it would be an extremely risky move, and a person only has one life. Then there is only one last chance.
The wind and sand were all over the sky, and the ground around the mausoleum sometimes piled up like hills of sand dunes, and sometimes even the hard bluestone ground was lifted up. The place he had been staring at was also the place Xu Yourong calculated, the place that was once covered by white grass, but now covered by gravel and corpses of monsters, finally revealed its true appearance hundreds of years ago.
There is a broken stone wall there, which looks like a seat, a monument.
There should be a stele of heavenly books here—Chen Changsheng confirmed this fact, with a slight movement of consciousness, he took out something and held it in his hand, then looked at the young peng. Xiaopeng instinctively felt uneasy, and wanted to look elsewhere instead of looking at him, but found that his neck was frozen because he was too nervous.
One person and one Peng looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little weird. Xiaopeng thought in his heart, why me? Chen Changsheng said in his heart: Because you are a great golden-winged roc, only you can withstand the ravages of the energy storm, at least for a while. Xiaopeng thought resentfully, why didn't you go? Chen Changsheng tightened his grip on the handle of the umbrella, and said in his heart: Even if I bet right, the Zhou Garden will still be destroyed, and I have more important things to do. Xiaopeng's consciousness fell silent, and he accepted what he said.
Chen Changsheng opened his palm, and in his palm was a black stone.
This black stone is about half a finger long, slender in shape, and dark in body. The surface of the stone seems to be covered with a layer of light mist, like a night sky with no stars but starlight. things. This is exactly the black stone he found behind Wang Zhice's portrait in Lingyan Pavilion.
Looking at the black stone, a flash of fear flashed in Xiaopeng's eyes, and he calmed down after a while, opened his beak to pick up the black stone.
Chen Changsheng turned the yellow paper umbrella to the side, leaving a passage for Xiaopeng to go out.
When doing these things, he used his body to block Xu Yourong's sight all the time, not because he didn't want her to discover his secret, but because she prevented him from what he was going to do later.
When the wind picked up, the young Peng turned into a black shadow, flew out of the yellow paper umbrella, passed through the raging wind and those terrible space cracks in the mausoleum, followed the guidance of Chen Changsheng's previous sight, and flew to that building amidst the wind and sand. On the very inconspicuous dilapidated stele pedestal, he released the bird's beak, and after a while... the black stone landed accurately on the stele pedestal.
It seems that the starry sky has come to the Zhou Garden where there has never been a starry sky.
It was dark, yet peaceful.
A powerful and peaceful breath emerged from the obelisk.
The next moment, a black stele of heavenly script appeared on the broken stele pedestal.
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