The wailing chirping sound of Fengzu Nanming immediately attracted the attention of the Red Feather Hen next to her.
The old red hen immediately pecked a fiery red bug from the side and threw it over. The little hen of the Nanming immediately pecked at the physiological instinct.
After eating, Nanming Fengzu was stunned, and then Yang Tian let out another wailing chirping: "Master, you miss me!! What am I going to do with the vast gods? Xiang Chen's bullshit Lord of Destiny, he is just a broom star
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The heroine of the Nanming Little Hen finished eating the little red worm with tears in her eyes.
Soon, several brothers and sisters of the Nanming little hen also hatched, and three stupid little chickens hatched one after another, and the chirping sound was very noisy.
It took a long time for the Nanming little hen to adjust her mentality, and her eyes showed ruthlessness and the firmness of a generation of female heroes.
"Even if I become the lowest-end bird, I will evolve into a phoenix!"
"Food, I need a lot of food and energy!"
The little hen in Nanming stood on the pile of thatched trees, looking up at the sunlight leaking from the top of the woods.
After three days, she finally got used to it - she was reincarnated as a red-feathered chicken, and it was the thinnest one in the chicken coop.
"Chi!" The old red-feathered hen came over with a fat vegetable worm in her arms, and Nanming stretched his neck reflexively.
When she realized that she was eating insects again, she kicked the insects away with grief and anger: "I am the Nanming Phoenix Ancestor! It is the Nirvana Real Phoenix who burns the sky and boils the sea! Chirp!"
The big cock "General Iron Crown" in the chicken coop next door tilted his head and looked at this crazy person, and suddenly flapped his wings and sang a morning song: "Oh-oh-oh-"
"Shut up! When the phoenix roared in the sky, your ancestors were still in the eggs!" Nan Ming slapped his wings on the bamboo fence, and two red feathers fell in response.
The old hen of Chiyu walked over worriedly and pushed the most plump rice grains to her. Nan Ming stared at the brown rice stained with soil. Does the phoenix eyes contain tears? No, it was the corns with tears: "I thought I had all the banquets back then.
Nectar and jade liquid, now you want..."
Before she finished speaking, her stomach rumbling, she closed her eyes and pecked at Mi Li, silently chanting the "Clean Mantra" in her heart.
When it was late at night, the little hen of Nanming squatted on the straw at the highest point of the chicken coop. The moonlight shone through the gap on her sparse tail feathers, and some golden lights appeared.
"The "Bird Tongxuan Jing" says: Chicken is a phoenix chick."
She recalled the martial arts scriptures that were created by her own birds in her previous life that evolved into phoenixes, and tried to lure the qi into the body.
Suddenly I noticed that there was a fluctuation of spiritual energy in the corner of the wall - it was actually a spiritual cicada that was melting its shell!
"God helps me!" Nan Ming flapped his wings and flew over, but fell in the air and planted a green onion.
The three brothers and sisters were awakened and watched their elder sister chase the cicadas and shed the chicken coop like crazy.
"What are you looking at? This is a thousand-year-old golden cicada shed! Chirp!" Nan Ming jumped back to the haystack with the spoil in his arms, and suddenly found that his younger brother "Ma Tuan" was burying the spiritual cicadas into the dung pile.
A sibling war broke out in the chicken coop.
When the old red-feathered hen came to feed in the morning, they saw chicken feathers everywhere.
Nan Ming was holding his bald head crown, pressing half of the cicada shed tightly under his claws, and three tail feathers were inserted on his wings, and he was still stubbornly digging the cessation pit.
After seven great Zhoutians, the little hen in the Southern Ming Dynasty finally accumulated enough spiritual energy in the world. When she was circulating the "Nirvana Art" for the 100th time under the moon, the tail feather suddenly ignited Mars.
"It's successful!" She rushed to the sink excitedly to check the reflection, but knocked the entire pottery basin over.
The wet Nanming suddenly found himself reflected on the water: bald crown, lack of tail feathers, and rotten vegetable leaves that were snatched from the morning food.
"Chirp—"The sad and angry phoenix flew to the sparrows for ten miles.
The turning point appeared on the day of Jingzhe. When a weasel sneaked into the chicken coop, Nanming was squatting on the locust tree to pick locust flowers.
Seeing that the old red-feathered hen was bitten on her wings, her feathers suddenly exploded: "You're so evil beast!"
"boom!"
A thin golden flame spurted out from the tip of the beak, hitting the weasel's tail accurately.
When the monster screamed and fled, Nan Ming looked at the remaining Mars at the tip of his claws and felt thoughtful. In a hurry, she actually made a phoenix seal with her chicken beak!
"If this continues, when the Phoenix Nirvana True Fire can cover the whole body, you will be able to complete the first Nirvana. At that time, you can officially enter the first realm of the Nine Realms of Heaven and Man, and the phoenix bloodline in your body will also increase."
The little hen in Nanming sighed slightly in her heart and continued to start the tragic Kun Xiu life.
In the early morning, I compete with the family bird for the dew on the eaves. When pecking at the food, I must step in the direction of the twenty-eight constellations.
At noon, I searched for spirit insects in the woods, and my wings still had to maintain the starting style of "Lihuo Dance".
The most amazing thing is that whenever there is a thunderstorm, she will stand at the highest point to thunder and temper her body - although nine out of ten times will be cracked into a fried chicken.
Seeing a child playing with a ball, she suddenly woke up a melody in her mind and couldn't help but dance a strange dance.
"Chicken, chicken, you're too moldy, hey, hey, hey beibe~"
On that day, she was secretly drinking the osmanthus wine offered in the kitchen of this sect, and suddenly she was blessed to her heart.
With the help of alcohol, she driftedly drew a blood vessel awakening array on the valley field. When the last array pattern was completed, the Ma Tuan stepped on it curiously.
"Boom!"
In the purple lightning, the numb ball walked out in black, opened its mouth and burped with burps - it actually sucked the remaining spiritual energy of the formation cleanly!
Nanming saw his silly brother getting better every day and night, and was so angry that he chased the mahjong all over the village.
Later, there was a legend in Caixu Village that there was a crazy chicken in the back mountain. When I saw a child playing with the ball, I danced with him.
On the Zhongyuan Festival after three months, when the yin energy overflowed from the Ghost Pass enveloped the village, the little hen in the Southern Ming Dynasty finally accumulated enough Nirvana.
She squatted on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and sneered at the scene of the ghosts walking at night: "These demons are good food..."
Before he finished speaking, Huang Daxian, who was attracted by the yin energy, recognized his enemy. The enemies were extremely jealous when they met. When the monster showed its original body and rushed towards him, Nan Ming looked up at the sky and shouted: "Phoenix wings fly in the sky!"
"puff."
A pair of fire wings as big as a palm emerged from behind her, shaking and shaking with the round chicken body.
The ghosts were stunned for a moment and burst into earth-shaking ridicule.
"Is this turning myself into roasted chicken?"
"Is this still a red feather chicken?"
"Why are you laughing at?" The little hen of Nanming spewed out golden flames in anger, but accidentally burned the shorts of the village tofu dried in Xishi.
When the whole village held a torch and chased the "demon chicken", she fled to the back mountain with her mini phoenix wings, followed by a mahjong ball that was holding a ball in her mouth.
A year later, a sect practitioner came to catch the red-feathered chickens he raised. The Nanming little hen hid among dead branches and leaves, burying her body in the soil.
I watched one of my "pigeons" born in the previous nest by the sect's celestial practitioners, and many of my fellow tribes were also captured.
She knew that waiting for these people, no, waiting for the fate of these chickens of the same clan was to be killed and eaten, and the flesh and blood and spiritual energy turned into the resources for these practitioners.
The Tiankong Ancestor Nanming started with a collapse, while the Dongsu Dragon Ancestor Dongsu seems to be pretty good!