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238 Phoenix Feather

The wooden lion moved Lin Feng to the formation at the center of the secret room and prepared to teleport out of the secret room.

"I didn't expect that you are so versatile and capable of formations?" Lin Feng looked at the formation under him and said in surprise.

"Oh, my descendants are incompetent, and the unique skills left by my ancestors have almost been ruined by my unworthy descendants." The wooden lion sighed lightly, and was actually a little moved.

"I said, where are we going?" Lin Feng was like a curious baby, not worried about his situation at all.

"Go to a secret place I prepared to go to seclusion." The wooden lion may be in a happy mood because his wish is about to be fulfilled, or because he is dying, he almost answers Lin Feng's questions.

"There are great masters from the third level of Xuan Realm outside to protect you. Wouldn't it be enough that you just practice here?" Lin Feng said in confusion.

"Be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship." The wooden lion seemed extremely cautious and did not believe in the people sent by the headquarters to protect him.

"Let's go." The wooden lion cast a light seal, landed on the teleportation array, and left with Lin Feng.

After a dizzy turn, Lin Feng appeared in a mountain belly, and there was still a teleportation array under him.

In addition, Lin Feng also noticed that in the remote corner of the mountain, there was an extremely complicated pattern on the ground, which looked like an extremely complex independent formation.

Next to Lin Feng, the wooden lion also teleported over.

The wooden lion carefully checked the inside of the downhill abdomen, focusing on the complicated formation at the corner of the mountain abdomen.

After the wooden lion confirmed that everything was fine, he pulled out an alloy sword and directly cut off a corner of the teleportation array on the ground.

"How did you break this teleportation array?" Lin Feng was a little overwhelmed, and he was planning to use the teleportation array to go back.

Mu Shi glanced at Lin Feng unexpectedly, thinking that the latter had a problem with his brain. He didn't know that he was going to die? He was actually concerned about the teleportation array.

However, the wooden lion was in a very good mood and answered: "If necessary, I'll make arrangements."

"You really know the formation?" Lin Feng showed a look of surprise. He was really shocked. People like the wooden lion who looked big and thick actually knew the fine things like the formation.

Lin Feng's surprise made the wooden lion very useful. In the wood lion's opinion, it was a great achievement to surprise Lin Feng, who had always been calm.

The wooden lion's hand flashed with light, and a yellowed booklet appeared in his hand, saying, "The ancestors passed down a lot of good things, but unfortunately I was incompetent and I didn't learn much."

He put down the booklet and moved Lin Feng to the formation at the corner of the mountain.

Lin Feng also read the booklet clearly at this time. This booklet actually had classics about formations.

The wooden lion looked at the booklet, then looked at the complex formation diagram under Lin Feng, nodded, and said to himself: "The formation is no problem."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Lin Feng said with a puzzled look on his face.

"I want to use your body to refine this." The wooden lion said, taking out a black feather.

The feather is about three inches long, black all over, with dry surface, obviously shedding for a long time, and has long lost its activity and become like a specimen.

When Lin Feng saw the black feather, his heart twitched suddenly. For no reason, Lin Feng directly determined that the black feather and the black scales he had obtained were treasures of the same level, and both contained body refining substances.

Lin Feng suppressed the urge to break free from control immediately and snatch the black feathers, and said patiently: "What is this? This thing can be blown away in one breath, and it needs to be refined?"

"Hmph, what do you know?" Mu Shi's face looked contemptuous, and Lin Feng looked ignorant.

"Look at your appearance, these black feathers have some origins?" Lin Feng asked.

"That's of course, the origin of this black feather is terrifyingly great." The wooden lion said proudly. Obviously, knowing that Mixin of the black feather is his pride.

"Can it be the feather of the Holy Realm Source Beast?" Lin Feng guessed.

"Holy Realm?" The wooden lion chuckled and then said, "I admit that the Holy Realm is extremely powerful, but it is not enough to see in front of this Black Feather Master. Most of the black feathers come from a black phoenix."

Lin Feng's pupils shrank suddenly and he said in surprise: "Hei Feng? Do you mean the legendary true spirit phoenix?"

"Most so," said the wooden lion.

"What about the basis? It can't be your intuition, right?" Lin Feng asked.

The wooden lion sighed lightly, with a melancholy expression in his expression, as if there were many things buried in his heart.

"Forget it, you have made me successful. I will satisfy your curiosity." Mushi said.

The wooden lion pondered for a while and said, "My ancestors also had the peak of the third level of the Divine Realm, but they died in a bet battle with the Winged Rat Clan."

"That bet between Blood Spirit Immortal Wood?" Lin Feng said tentatively.

"Do you know this gambling battle?" Mu Shi glanced at Lin Feng in surprise, then smiled and said to herself: "Yes, that gambling battle was earth-shaking and almost caused a war between the two tribes. It is normal that you have heard of it."

Lin Feng opened his mouth and said nothing in the end. Since Mu Shi had repaired his brain, he was too lazy to explain anything.

"The Blood Spirit Fairy Wood is a treasure. In order to keep the Blood Spirit Fairy Wood, my ancestors fought for their lives and ended up losing both personal treasures." The wooden lion's expression was lonely.

Next, the wooden lion seemed to have found a partner to talk to Lin Feng and told some things, and Lin Feng also used this to learn about the truth about the gambling war back then.

Although the ancestor of the Wood Lion, who was at the peak of the third level of the divine realm, died in battle, he left many treasures for his descendants.

Among them, the most important one is two black feathers, which are suspected to be the feathers of a black phoenix true spirit.

Back then, the ancestor of the wooden lion was responsible for guarding the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree, and the ancestor also carefully investigated the origin of the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree.

Finally, the Wood Lion ancestor found out that the Blood Spirit Fairy seemed to have a true spirit black phoenix perched on it. Later, the black phoenix true spirit seemed to have a conflict with the other powerful true spirit and fought.

No one knows the final result, because even the saints dare not watch the battle.

Although no one knows the result, the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree seemed to be affected by the fish in the pond, almost died, and was abandoned by the True Spirit Black Phoenix.

Later, the Blood Spirit Fairy Wood changed hands many times and fell into the hands of the Wood Clan. The ancestor of the Wood Lion was a member of the guardian of the Blood Spirit Fairy Wood.

The ancestors of the wooden lion are the strongest among the people guarding the Blood Spirit Fairy Wood, and have the most in-depth research on the Blood Spirit Fairy Wood. The two black feathers were obtained by the ancestors of the wooden lion from the Blood Spirit Fairy Wood.

“So that’s how it is.”

Lin Feng murmured to himself. He now understood why the Blood Spirit Fairy Wood was half-dead at the beginning, and was probably affected by the battle between the two real spirits and almost died.

The other real spirit fighting against the black phoenix is ​​mostly a real dragon. In the battle between the two, the dragon scales and phoenix feathers were knocked down by the other side, and some dragon scales and phoenix feathers fell on the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree.

"That black scale is a black dragon scale." Lin Feng couldn't help but jump when he thought of this.
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