Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

"Yes, Miss Ling, there are countless heroic spirits of my dragon clan's ancestors in Longyuan Canyon. It is the root of my dragon clan. As long as there is a root, there is hope!" Long Jingsheng missed the glory of the dragon clan in the past, and the dragon clan's treasure, the dragon ball, was still there. As long as the dragon ball was there, the dragon clan would have the opportunity to soar into the sky again.

"Since you have made a decision, let's go to the nearest Fengqi Mountains first." Fu Ling'er nodded, and then a light flashed in her hand, and the Qiankun Pen appeared.

The magical skill reappeared, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, a space crack appeared in front of the people of the two tribes.

The previous suspicions of the Dragon and Phoenix tribesmen were confirmed at this moment. It turned out that this Miss Ling had a deep connection with that person.

However, judging from Miss Ling's attitude, she doesn't want to attract too much attention.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to the Fengqi tribe's territory," and then Fu Ling'er pulled Wanqi Yuan and took the lead to step into the space crack, and the two tribesmen followed closely.

About half an incense stick of time later, everyone appeared at the mysterious and deep habitat of the Phoenix Clan in the Fengqi Mountains.

The Phoenix tribe members all looked solemn, their eyes fixed on the front. The Phoenix tribe elders in the lead looked at the once joyful habitat in front of them, now in ruins, and could not help but feel a surge of sadness and anger in their hearts.

Memories flooded back to their minds like a tide, as if the thrilling disaster was once again vividly unfolding before their eyes.

The raging fire burned the houses and buildings, the thick smoke billowed straight into the sky, and the shouts and cries of killing and crying intertwined, resounding throughout the valley. The originally peaceful and peaceful Fengqi Mountains turned into a purgatory on earth, countless lives disappeared in an instant, and beautiful homes were destroyed.

"Alas!" Feng Jiahong let out a long sigh, put away her sadness, and said in a firm tone,

"Jian Xing, Ran Ran, Huang Er, don't be discouraged. We must forget the past and embrace the new future with a brand new look. As long as we unite as one, work hard to cultivate, and work hard to develop, there is no need to worry that the Phoenix Clan has no future. There is no need to worry that the Phoenix Clan will not be able to spread its wings and fly high one day."

"Yes, Second Aunt, we will. We will remember it," Feng Jianxing said with a firm look, the light in her eyes was amazing.

"Second aunt, my brother Huang and I will practice hard and strive to establish a new hope for the Phoenix clan as soon as possible." Feng Ran's dejection faded away. At this moment, her heart was filled with infinite energy.

"Mother, my two sisters, Huang'er will also work hard to cultivate and become a support for you and your sisters,"

"Okay, my Huang'er has grown up, and mother is waiting for Huang'er to support us," Feng Jiahong stroked Feng Huang's head lovingly, and was pleased with Huang'er's understanding.

"Mother, where is the phoenix tree? I want to see it," Feng Huang blinked his big watery eyes and looked up at his mother innocently, his face full of expectation and desire. For Feng Huang, the desire for the phoenix tree can almost be said to be an innate instinctive desire.

Since ancient times, the Phoenix Clan has been famous for its fire cultivation. Among them, the Phoenix Clan's innate divine fire, the Nanming Lihuo, is especially famous. Its fire contains extremely violent and violent factors. If it is not properly handled and controlled, then the Phoenix Clan will inevitably have serious deviations in the process of cultivation.

The consequences of deviations in cultivation are not as simple as a bad temper. This only accounts for a small part of the problem, but the truly terrifying thing is the uncontrollable violent temper that is deeply rooted in one's bones. A violent temper will not only cause great harm to oneself, but is also likely to bring disaster to those around you.

Fortunately, everything in the world has its own way of mutual growth and mutual restraint. The wood element contained in the phoenix tree has a magical power that can effectively sort out and eliminate the terrifying tyrannical factor in the Nanming Lihuo.

When the Phoenix people practice in the Wutong Forest, the formerly violent and restless energy in their bodies will gradually become peaceful and docile, allowing them to practice more safely and stably.

Therefore, there is an inseparable relationship between the phoenix and the paulownia tree. The two are like fish cannot live without water. They are interdependent and complementary to each other.

The legendary phoenix tree is tall and straight, with luxuriant branches and leaves like a canopy, and a thick and solid trunk, as if it can support a piece of the sky. Whenever the breeze blows, the phoenix tree leaves rustle, like the sound of nature, intoxicating.

The phoenix is ​​dressed in colorful clothes, and its wings are shining brightly. When it lands on the paulownia tree, the whole picture is so beautiful that it seems as if time has stopped.

However, the habitat has become a ruin. The original sycamore forest has been destroyed and there is no trace of the sycamore trees. Feng Jiahong looked around and couldn't help sighing in her heart. Where should she go to find the sycamore trees?

"Huang'er, there will be,"

"Yeah, don't worry, Huangdi. The world is so big, as long as we work hard, we will definitely find it."

When Fu Ling'er heard Feng Jiahong's melancholy tone, her eyes suddenly lit up. Wutong tree, she has it!

Tsk tsk, no wonder, it turns out our fate was already predestined!

Then, his mind floated, scanning the forest in the space, and found the paulownia tree in it... forest.

Oh my god, when did it become a forest?

Good, good, she is a good person to the end, she is so noble.

"Ahem," Fu Ling'er spoke up to remind the three siblings who were looking at themselves pitifully.

"I have the sycamore trees you need. Please tidy up the habitat and restore it to its original state."

"Miss Ling, you...I...I really don't know what to say. You are the benefactor of my Feng clan!" Feng Jiahong was so excited that she was incoherent. The surprise came too quickly and she was a little at a loss.

"…Sister Ling, do you really have it?" Feng Huang looked at Sister Ling in surprise. His young mind and small brain capacity could not figure out what kind of fairy sister this was? She was like a treasure chest, with everything in it?

"Sister doesn't lie. You'll know it later. Hurry up, hurry up, start fighting. I still need to send the dragon people back to Longyuan Canyon."

"...Ah? Okay, okay, Jian Xing, Ran Ran, listen to Miss Ling, let's restore this place to its original state." Feng Jiahong calmed down her excited heart and immediately called on the tribesmen to take action.

"Let's help too," the people of the Dragon Clan saw this and came forward to help.

The more the merrier.

The habitat is undergoing an unprecedented transformation. The amazing skills are being displayed in the hands of the people, like magical brushes, freely swaying and painting on this ruined land.

The land that was originally burned black by the raging fire healed up quickly like a dragon turning over. Fertile soil emerged from the ground and instantly covered the devastated ground. In the blink of an eye, the land that had been severely damaged was completely renewed and full of vitality.