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Chapter 1720 Phoenix Species

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    Half of the sky in the garden was dyed golden. It was a huge golden strange bird, which looked like an eagle but not an eagle, but not an eagle. Its golden wings were stretched out, as if it covered half of the sky.

    "Let me go, could it be a golden-winged roc?" Zhou Wen remembered that he had seen a creature suspected of being a roc before, but it was not so big, and it did not have such a terrifying aura.

    Zhou Wen was not sure whether it was a golden-winged roc, but one thing was certain. The golden-winged bird was at least a heaven-level bird, and might even be the legendary apocalyptic level.

    "We can't stay in this damn place any longer." Zhou Wen rushed towards the stone room while fighting the pheasant.

    I have been fighting in the garden for so long, but I haven't found any way out.

    The sky above the garden seemed to be blue sky and white clouds, and the space ability was not restricted. However, when Zhou Wen wanted to use the interstellar teleportation ability to leave, he found that he could not contact the stars in the outside world.

    The garden also seems to have no boundaries. No matter which direction you scan, you can only see the endless garden.

    The pheasant was smarter than Zhou Wen imagined. It clearly saw Zhou Wen's intention and stopped fighting with Zhou Wen. Instead, it blocked the door of the stone room first, blocking the only way out.

    There is a forbidden space in the stone chamber, so he can only rush in forcefully. Zhou Wen gritted his teeth, and the dark light of the Brahma armor on his body circulated, erupting with unparalleled destructive power. Along with Zhou Wen's fist, he fiercely hit the pheasant blocking the door.

    Although Brahma's speed is not as good as that of the pheasant, his destructive power is not inferior to that of the pheasant. Zhou Wen wanted to forcefully blast the pheasant away and rush into the stone room to escape.

    Pheasant has a very stubborn temper. Even though he knows that he is not as powerful as Zhou Wen, he refuses to escape and wants to stop Zhou Wen by force.

    Seeing that his fist was about to hit the pheasant, Zhou Wen was secretly happy when a golden light suddenly rose in front of his eyes. The golden-winged bird appeared behind the pheasant. A pair of gold-sculpted wings bent downward to protect the pheasant.  body of.

    Boom!

    The destructive force bombarded the golden wings, and not even a single feather was able to be knocked off. The body of the golden-winged bird seemed to be as strong as that of a pheasant.

    "The younger one is here, the older one. Junior brother, please take care of yourself. Senior brother, I'm going to take a step first." Liu Yun shouted, and then he ducked into the hole in a flash and slipped away without looking back.  gone.

    Zhou Wen also secretly complained. It seems that the white pheasant is most likely the baby bird of the Garuda. A young bird is already so terrifying, not to mention the Garuda, just look at its speed and defense.  , already made Zhou Wen lose the desire to fight.

    The golden-winged bird was obviously angered by Zhou Wen's punch. It raised its head to the sky and let out a bird song. The golden light on its body trembled wildly. Its sky-covering wings spread out, and it wanted to slap Zhou Wen with a terrifying momentum.

    Zhou Wen was ready for an all-out bloody battle, and the black hole-like light wheel behind Brahma's armor also rotated, as if connected to the netherworld.

    When the war was about to break out, a harsh and unpleasant scream was suddenly heard.

    When the arrogant Garuda heard the cry, its wings suddenly stopped and its body slowly retreated.

    "What does it want to do?" Zhou Wen frowned and looked at the pheasant and the golden-winged bird behind it.

    The pheasant was still screaming strangely at the golden-winged bird. The golden-winged bird took a few steps back and suddenly made a move that made Zhou Wen's eyes almost fall out.

    It actually bowed its head in front of the pheasant. It looked like it was in great awe of the pheasant. It was not like a mother treating her child, but like a minister worshiping a monarch.

    The pheasant still screamed angrily at the Garuda bowing in front of it. Its arrogant look was like a slave owner insulting its slaves.

    The golden-winged bird lay there motionless, no matter how much the pheasant screamed and cursed, it remained indifferent, as if the pheasant treated it like this as a matter of course.

    "Oh my God! What is going on? The Garuda is very much like the legendary Garuda. Even if it is not a Garuda, it is at least a heaven-level existence. Its combat power is even higher than that of a pheasant. How can it  Would you be so respectful and respectful to wild birds?" Zhou Wen was dumbfounded.

    Pheasant seemed to have had enough scolding, then turned around and looked at Zhou Wen again, and pounced on him in the next second, as if he wanted to eat Zhou Wen alive.

    Zhou Wen had to fight the pheasant again. What made him depressed was that the golden-winged roc blocked the door of the stone chamber with its body, whether intentionally or unintentionally, giving Zhou Wen no chance to rush into the stone chamber again.

    "What on earth is this pheasant?" Zhou Wen was doubtful.Confused.

    The combat effectiveness of the pheasant is obviously not as good as that of the golden-winged bird, but the golden-winged bird is so in awe of it. Apart from its natural bloodline and racial advantages, Zhou Wen really can't think of why the golden-winged bird should fear the pheasant.

    "Could it be that this pheasant is actually a real phoenix?" Zhou Wen had to doubt this.

    In some myths, it is said that the phoenix once gave birth to the peacock King Ming and the golden-winged roc. If the golden-winged bird is really a roc, then it seems that the only one left who can make the golden-winged roc bow down in terms of blood and race is the Phoenix.  Well, not even Peacock King Ming can do it.

    But no matter how you look at it, the white bird in front of you looks like a pheasant, not the legendary Phoenix, the supreme god of birds.

    Zhou Wen thought about it again, and it seemed that there was no way to accept it. The little bird he raised was also a phoenix species. Not to mention that he didn't look like it when he was a child, even now he doesn't look like it.

    They are both of the phoenix species, and the bird's level is obviously not as high as that of the pheasant. This makes Zhou Wen have to suspect that the bird's phoenix blood is probably not very pure.

    "Could it be said that the real phoenix species actually looks like a pheasant?" Zhou Wen muttered secretly in his heart.

    Pheasant kept attacking Zhou Wen, and it seemed that he was determined to kill Zhou Wen himself before he would give up.

    After being scolded by the pheasant, the golden-winged bird on the side had no intention of attacking Zhou Wen again, but it kept staring at Zhou Wen eagerly.

    Judging from its appearance, as long as the pheasant is slightly hurt, it will rush over and tear Zhou Wen into pieces.

    "It seems it's time to use the true power of Brahma. Regardless of whether you are a real phoenix species or not, kill me first. Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. It was you who insisted on seeking death." The little Prajna in Zhou Wen's body  After running wildly, the Brahma armor on his body became more and more mysterious. The shape of the black hole halo behind it did not change, but it seemed to be devouring everything nearby.

    "All living beings are equal" Zhou Wen stood in the garden like a Buddha. Facing the pecks of pheasants, he slowly closed his eyes and uttered strange syllables in his mouth, like the sounds of Buddha from the sky.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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