The flames did not burn for a long time. After everything calmed down, the valley had completely changed.

The big bird was still the big bird, but all the soldiers in the flames disappeared, leaving only a charred body burned by the flames.

I looked at this scene in shock, and felt my brain roar!

What did I see?

As soon as they fall together, thousands of miles of scorched earth!

Is this the legendary phoenix?

I only have this idea in my mind?

Is the phoenix really exist in this world? This is a question I have never thought about seriously before!

The big bird flew back to the huge stone, and couldn't even look at the burned humans.

It just turned its head, looked at its tail, and became stunned.

Because its tail turned completely bald, there were still a few loose feathers, but no one left at this moment.

Although I didn't see it very clearly, I vaguely felt that the ability of this big bird to produce flames should be related to the feathers on its body.

Although I don’t know what exactly the flames are produced, the colorful fog just now looks like a dust explosion no matter how you look.

But I don’t understand why these things suddenly popped up from its body?

And it was also wrapped in flames, but nothing happened!

I have to say that the universe is vast and the creation is magical!

Sometimes I feel that the more I understand the world, the more I will become!

Because while knowing more, I find that there are more that I don’t know.

This is how we are, and so is science!

After a brief shock, the remaining soldiers were thrown out their armor and crying and turning around and running away.

As for the original natives, after seeing the power of the phoenix, they directly crawled on the ground and bowed devoutly.

The big bird didn't even look at him, and flew back into the mountains with a flap of wings. My vision seemed to penetrate the forest, and finally landed on a huge sycamore tree.

This is an extremely huge sycamore tree, with fiery red sycamore flowers, leaves like feathers of flying phoenixes, flowers like crowns of phoenixes, and big birds like companions.

The big bird fell on the sycamore tree. It is strange that the branches of this big tree circled and tangled, forming a natural bird nest.

Strangely, after the big bird fell, all the flowers on the sycamore tree swayed slightly towards the big bird, as if they were welcoming their relatives.

There is a pure land under the sycamore tree. Apart from some red stones, there is not even a weed or a sapling. It is like a lonely alien standing in the jungle, even the nearest tree is a hundred meters away.

Hey!

What is that?

Suddenly, I was surprised to find that it was on this bare ground, in the cracks of fiery red stones the size of fists, between the interlaced roots of a tree.

It was a vine as thick as a thumb, with red roots and stems wrapped around the roots of the tree, and then circled up to the thick trunk for a few meters high. However, it was difficult to distinguish between roots and leaves. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to find it.

I also found two flowers growing on the top of this vine.

The two flowers, like phoenixes, have red petals, only the skirt is thick golden yellow, and the stamens are slender, like insect tentacles, and they stand tall outside the petals.

Born on the tree and under the phoenix. Even though I have never seen it before, I can still infer that this may be the legendary phoenix flower!

What surprised me was still behind. After the phoenix landed on the bird's nest, it subconsciously wanted to take a feather from its tail, but its mouth was halfway through, and then it realized that its butt was empty.

The Phoenix suddenly let out an angry chirping, and then could only put his mouth on his body, hold a feather, and pull it hard, and the fiery red feather was pulled off from his body.

We all know that ordinary birds will not produce blood by pulling their feathers off, and will only leave a hole in their skin. However, this feather drips with bright red blood.

Drops out of the feathers.

The red blood fell down the feathers, and seemed to have a fascinating color, falling on the phoenix flower under the tree.

The red petals swayed gently, as if cheering, and the bright red color seemed even brighter!

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but be stunned. It turned out that the phoenix flower was watered with the blood of the phoenix.

After doing all this, the phoenix seemed to be a little weak, staring at his bare butt in a daze, then looked at the phoenix flower under his body, and then looked at his butt...

I know it must be in Xinteng’s own feathers!

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart whether the phoenix's tail was like the legend, like colorful silk, emitting a brilliant light...

It's a pity that it's a bald phoenix.

It is said that a phoenix with hair shedding is not as good as a chicken. No wonder it is a scroll or a statue, it looks like a chicken.

Then I saw the natives climbing over the mountain and coming to the huge canyon.

He also saw this huge fiery red sycamore tree, and then walked over respectfully, kneeled down under the sycamore tree and bowed!

The phoenix did not make things difficult for these humble humans. It seemed that it had already opened its wisdom and knew that these humans had no bad intentions for it.

In this way, the indigenous people stayed in the valley and never went out again. They built houses in this huge valley, which seemed to be preparing to live here for a long time.

In this way, humans and the phoenix coexist peacefully!

However, these natives would come under the phoenix every time they would worship the phoenix on the tree.

However, the phoenix on the sycamore tree has never left. It has its own movement rules. Every once in a while, it will pull off a feather from its body and drop blood on the phoenix flower.

One day, the huge phoenix bird waved its wings, and the feathers on the ground fell in front of these Tu people. These Tu people were immediately ecstatic. He respectfully picked up the feathers and brought them back to the tribe.

The cold and the heat went by, and a few springs and autumns passed in the blink of an eye.

The Tu tribe finally took root here and began to reproduce.

They began to build houses and cities in the huge valleys.

The Phoenix also practiced and became the guardian saint in his eyes.

One day, when the Tu people were building a city, they dug out red stones from the ground, exactly the same stones as those under the sycamore tree.

This discovery made him ecstatic, and the Tu people carried the stones under the sycamore tree.

The phoenix bird also seemed very happy, raised its head and cried to the sky.

The performance of the phoenix made the indigenous people look very happy. They began to dig underground frantically, wanting to get this red stone, and began to use this stone to phoenix to set up statues.

Everything looks so beautiful!

But what no one knows is that the disasters belonging to them are also slowly coming.
Chapter completed!