Outside the Wind and Thunder Grassland.
Disciples of the Wuji Sect stood guard and patrolled, carrying magical artifacts.
Five little birds came from afar.
Disciple A: "Huh, that's strange, why are there five free-range chickens?"
Disciple B: "They're quite cute. Why don't we catch them and make them our spirit pets?"
Disciple A: "Forget it, these free-range chickens die after a few days. They can't handle being scared."
Disciple B: "So what if they died? We can just raise a few more."
The free-range chicken clenched its fists and started chattering and cursing.
Another free-range chicken grabbed her and dragged her away.
The disciple was just talking; he didn't actually come to arrest him.
These little birds can be caught anywhere, but this competition is something the sect leader takes very seriously, so no one wants to leave the patrol route or the team to catch useless little pets.
The Water God provided each of them with a mask using feathers provided by the little birds and monsters of the Beast Garden, and thus they entered the dense forest of the Wind and Thunder Grassland in a blatant manner.
The tall trees have lush canopies, and unlike Wanwan's hometown, the air here is full of moisture.
Thunderclouds rumbled overhead, and every now and then a bolt of lightning struck, causing the trees to smoke.
However, due to the high humidity, it will not catch fire.
The ground was wet with mud, and when you stepped into it, the mud was uneven, with one foot sinking deeper than the other.
In the five-person team, Luo Haiqing was in front, Wanwan and Linche protected Zhao Xixiang in the center, and Saliya brought up the rear.
After walking only a few steps, Wanwan suddenly murmured, "Strange."
Zhao Xi wondered, "What's wrong?"
Wanwan: "I heard my husband's voice."
Lin Che dispersed some water-based spiritual energy into the distance and replied, "There are no white bats."
Salia patted his head from behind and added, "Ouch, my head hurts. I smell a cat."
Lin Che said, "There won't be any cats."
Zhao Xi wanted to hug her arm, but she got goosebumps all over.
I didn't initially think this place was dark and damp, just a bit eerie.
After they said that, I felt that the tree hole looked like a ghost's eye and the leaves looked like a ghost's hair.
How creepy!
Zhao Xi tried to reassure them, and also comforted herself: "It's probably just your imagination, right? Don't be nervous!"
The great bluebird cannot hear the high-frequency calls of bats.
Lin Che instructed Wanwan to call her husband.
Wanwan shouted into the depths of the woods as instructed, but did not receive a reply from her husband: "The headmaster is right, I was nervous."
After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea to reach their destination, they encountered the little blue phoenix.
The little blue pheasant is only slightly larger than a kingfisher. Its feathers are mainly blue, with colorful tails and wing tips. It also has a crest on its head and a long tail.
If you encountered it in the wild, you might mistake it for a small, dyed takin.
It flew towards us, fiercely flapping its wings to create a gust of wind.
A strong wind swept past, leaving deep marks on the trees.
As expected of a mythical beast!
Zhao Xi wanted to take a step forward to block the wind blade.
The wind blades blew on her, then dissolved into a gentle breeze.
Luo Haiqing tossed out a handful of feed that Zhao Xi had prepared in advance, sending it out using a wind talisman.
The feed smelled delicious.
The little blue phoenix was just a demon beast; it picked up the feed and flew back to the tree.
If it goes back up to the tree, swallows the food, and then falls into a deep sleep.
It's likely that the Wuji Sect cultivators hunted the Great Azure Phoenix, so they wouldn't go so far as to kill a few sleeping birds.
This way, unnecessary casualties can be avoided, and no extra effort needs to be wasted.
Just after dealing with the little blue phoenix, Wanwan suddenly noticed something, transformed back into a bat, and darted into the air: "Ahead, right ahead! There's something with a different shape."
She opened her mouth, sent a sound wave toward the thing, and flew forward first.
The other four immediately changed formation and followed her.
The great bluebird is right there in the grass ahead! Its long, colorful tail is still sticking out.
Luo Haiqing threw out a lightning strike.
Salia swung her sword.
Zhao Xi wanted to take out a beast-taming ring, throw it, and it was done.
Then she subdued the "Great Blue Phoenix".
Zhao Xi was shocked. It was that simple?!
I opened the Beast Taming Circle and took a look.
Where can I find a Great Blue Phoenix?!
The beast-taming enclosure contains a large spotted pheasant that was stunned by sonic waves, struck by lightning, and slashed.
Zhao Xi thought, "What the hell is this?!"
Luo Haiqing: "How could there be pheasants?"
Wanwan was puzzled and apologized, "I'm sorry, it looks like the Great Blue Phoenix, I couldn't tell the difference."
Zhao Xi thought, "It must be a spirit pet brought in by a disciple of the Wuji Sect, right?"
Luo Haiqing shook his head, puzzled: "What idiot would raise wild chickens?"
This Wind and Thunder Grassland is home to powerful divine beasts, and ordinary demonic beasts dare not even enter. Moreover, the Great Spotted-Tailed Pheasant and the Azure Phoenix share similar food sources, so they inevitably compete for food.
Which mythical beast can tolerate the humiliation of having its food stolen? The fiercer the mythical beast, the more it likes to claim territory.
Even if these were monsters that originally existed in the Wind and Thunder Grassland, they should have been wiped out by the Azure Phoenix eight hundred years ago.
Unless a monk brings it in, it cannot be explained.
The five people looked puzzled and cautiously continued to move forward.
Just as they were about to reach the spiritually imbued pool, they heard a woman's cries for help from ahead.
The voice sounded very familiar.
Broccoli: "Help! Is anyone there?! Help!"
"Orchid Flower?!" Zhao Xi thought in shock.
Everyone quickened their pace.
Behind a tree, Broccoli lay on the ground, paralyzed and unable to move after being struck by lightning.
She was holding taro, peaches, cauliflower, and mushrooms in her arms. Not far away was a charred corpse, which, judging from the tattered monk's robe, should be a disciple of the Wuji Sect.
"What's wrong with you?!" Zhao Xi wanted to quickly lead her away from the big tree and let her rest in an open space.
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