Then, all the feathers on the giant chicken emitted a rosy glow.

His body gradually shrank and he floated into the chicken coop.

"Well, it really works. Next day, I'll catch all the toads within a million miles and add them to the beggar's chicken, boiled chicken, and spicy chicken."

He patted Zong Qiming on the shoulder.

"Qiming, it's a rare opportunity for you to come to our ancestor's place, so we can't let you go back empty-handed. After we catch the chickens, go to the cemetery behind the mountain and pick a basket of Biyun Fairy Peaches. Take them back and eat them."

Zong Shen clapped his hands and walked away on his own.

Zong Qiming was left with a look of shock.

"The ancestor said... a... a basket of Biyun Fairy Peaches?"

While Zong Qiming was distracted.

Zong Shen suddenly roared.

"Jun Zuo, you lazy cat, I told you to pick some mushrooms but you disappeared!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the void in front of him was broken, and an orange-yellow agile figure jumped out.

He spat out the colorful mushrooms in his mouth.

Then he rolled his eyes at Zong Shen, disappeared in a flash, and went off to fool around again.

Zong Shen picked up the mushrooms, turned around and said to Zong Qiming.

"Why are you still standing there? Go catch a chicken."

Zong Qiming came back to his senses.

"Huh? Oh! Okay, catch the chicken!"

I answered subconsciously.

He then remembered the giant chicken that flew into the sky just now and was called curry chicken by the ancestor. It swallowed the 23rd level of the Dharma Realm Xiaguang Toad with just one bite.

She immediately said with a crying face.

"Old... Old Ancestor, I can't beat that chicken..."

Zong Shen scratched his head.

"Who told you to catch my divine chicken? There are plenty of ten-thousand-year-old black and yellow chickens in the chicken coop. Use your spiritual sense to sense them. The ones you can't sense are my divine chickens."

After hearing the ancestor's words, Zong Qiming suddenly understood.

He rolled up his sleeves and flew into the chicken coop.

Suddenly, chicken feathers flew everywhere.

It fell all over his face and head,

Just like children playing in the countryside.

There is no trace of the style of the head of a holy land.

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