"Yongniao City?" Li Qingyun shook his head: "What I want is not Yongniao City, what I want is the entire Ghost Sea Forbidden Zone."
"If I can't even get this little bird city, then why should I bother to control the restricted area of the Ghost Sea?"
After Li Qingyun finished speaking, he looked up at the sky and let the yellow sand blow onto his body.
When the middle-aged man heard this, he said in a deep voice: "Then you go and die!"
After saying that, dozens of hooks and sickles came out of the air in an instant and stabbed Li Qingyun blankly!
When Li Qingyun in the cage saw this, he was immediately shocked!
He was sure that the middle-aged man needed to dismantle the magic weapon by himself, so he would never kill him!
This won't turn over, right...
Those dozen hooks and sickles arrived in front of the cage in an instant. Just when Li Qingyun couldn't hold himself any longer and wanted to stop him, those hooks and sickles turned into a large piece of yellow sand!
At this moment, Li Qingyun relaxed instantly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
In order to dismantle those magic weapons, this guy still doesn't want to kill himself!
But at this moment, the middle-aged man below suddenly roared: "If you don't want to live anymore, why did you scatter my hook and sickle!"
With that said, he waved again, and hundreds of hooks and sickles appeared out of thin air, each one stabbing at Li Qingyun like lightning!
Li Qingyun was shocked again when he saw this, and quickly turned into a cyan shadow in an attempt to dodge.
But those hooks and sickles still turned into yellow sand about a foot in front of me and dispersed with the wind.
During this entire period, Li Qingyun had been observing the middle-aged man's expression.
It seemed like he really wanted to kill himself!
When the middle-aged man saw the hook and sickle disperse again, his face looked shocked and angry.
"Aren't you going to die? How can you not die and still resist!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man seemed to have gone crazy. He called hooks and sickles and threw them at Li Qingyun.
But even if Li Qingyun didn't make any reaction, the hook and sickle would always turn back into yellow sand about a foot in front of him!
An hour later, the middle-aged man was panting and looked very ugly.
Li Qingyun didn't know why, so he released his consciousness and looked around, wanting to know what was helping him.
But after searching around, I couldn't find anything. Apart from this middle-aged man, there really wasn't any life or breath around!
Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the middle-aged man's mouth.
"Why, exactly why..."
"I just want to be myself, is it so difficult!?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man's tone gradually became angry, and he grabbed a hook and scythe and waved it wildly, looking crazy!
"Yongniao...Ghost Sea Realm!"
"A ruined dynasty, why should I be bound here?"
"I am who I am, there is nothing wrong with wanting to get rid of the shackles of the ghost sea world!"
With that said, the middle-aged man fiercely threw the hook sickle in his hand towards the city of Yongniao!
boom--
There was a shocking roar!
Li Qingyun quickly turned his head and looked around, only to see that a full quarter of Yongniao City was destroyed by this move!
While the middle-aged man was going crazy, he looked at the figure in the cage and shed a tear from the corner of his eyes unconsciously. At the same time, he threw a hook and sickle towards him!
Sure enough, the hook turned into yellow sand a foot in front of Li Qingyun.
"Just because I come from Yongniao, I will live in the shadow of Yongniao all my life? Why!"
"He has been dead for countless thousands of years, why should I bear the consequences?"
As he said that, the middle-aged man turned the hook sickle in his hand upside down and stabbed his body fiercely!
His body suddenly turned into a blur and then gathered together again!
Li Qingyun looked at what the middle-aged man had transformed into, and his mouth opened wide in shock!
The thing was completely black, with two golden lines on it, and it shone with a fascinating metallic luster!
If you are knowledgeable, you can see it at a glance.
This is the beak of a spiritual bird, and it exudes a strong power of the bird!
This is a fact that middle-aged men don’t want to admit, but they have to face it!
He is actually the incarnation of the bird's beak that remains in the world after the bird's death!
In the distance, the bird's beak shuttled back and forth in the bird city for a long time, and the roar kept coming, and the whole city was soon in a mess!
At this time, Li Qingyun was suddenly startled and turned his head to look at where the middle-aged man was standing!
There is a sacred bird standing there!
Its beak is entirely black, with two golden thunder-like lines on it, extending all the way to the feathers on its head.
Two pairs of black eyes like deep wells were staring in the direction of Yongdiao City.
His body exudes a strong forbidden power, and the aura belonging to the bird is even worse than that of a middle-aged man. Li Qingyun couldn't help being shocked when he saw this!
He quickly bowed and said: "Junior Li Qingyun, have you met senior Yongniao!"
Yongniao did not respond to Li Qingyun, but just stared in the direction of Yongniao City.
After a while, the entire Yongniao City was destroyed and only one city lord's palace was left. The middle-aged man stopped and continued to pull out the hook and sickle from the yellow sand and threw it towards the ruins!
The roaring sound kept coming.
At this time, the bird suddenly spoke: "My arrival symbolizes a severe drought, so there are very few believers."
"Although the tribes in the outside world do not need grain to maintain their livelihood, I cannot be tolerated in the mortal world."
"Every dry season, mortal nations worship Chang You to pray for floods to come to the world."
"But every time there is a flood, no one worships me, the bird, for being born to save the people. Therefore, I rarely appear in public, and I am named after the ferocious beast."
As he said that, Yongniao turned his head and looked at Li Qingyun.
"Spirit race, is the existence of this deity wrong?"
Li Qingyun frowned slightly when he heard this. He had also lived in a mortal country, so he naturally knew what severe drought meant to mortals.
There is no harvest for tens of thousands of miles, and the victims are circulating in all major areas of the cultivation world.
If any monk doesn't like them, he may use a burst of spiritual power to wipe out all the victims.
In this world, the living space for mortals is more difficult than in the ordinary world.
Floods are different. The spirits in the water overflow. Although it is still a disaster for mortals, it is not necessarily a bad thing for monks.
Water is the spirit of all things, it contains full of spiritual power, and monks also need water to irrigate spiritual grass.
Once there is a flood in their territory, the strong men of the sect will also take action to introduce water into the spiritual lake under the sect to nourish it and then reserve it for other uses.
But if there is a drought, it will not affect the monks at all.
They have spiritual lake reserves, which are enough to handle the daily irrigation of elixirs, and they can also grow many fire-attribute elixirs under the scorching sun.
However, under the drought, not many people are willing to use the water of Linghu Lake to help the world, and the sect does not always have food to deal with such a thing.
Generally speaking, there are monks to deal with floods, but there are no grains of rice to help with droughts!
But looking at Yongniao's pair of black pupils as deep as a well, Li Qingyun could only take a deep breath, cupped his hands and replied: "Senior Yongniao's words are wrong."
Yongniao looked at Li Qingyun, waiting for him to continue speaking.
But Li Qingyun thought for a long time, and it seems that drought is really not good...
Feeling the sight of the bird, Li Qingyun hesitated several times, but never said anything.
Seeing this, the bird sighed softly: "Alas..."
"When I fell, I didn't even cause any trouble."
"If the world can be defined by the death of this deity, and there will be no more droughts, then this deity will be considered worthy of his death."
"It's just that I didn't expect that my beak could give birth to spiritual intelligence."