Ji Tingyou went around to the back and took the green pheasant in his hand. A deep aura immediately enveloped him.
Seeing that Ji Tingyou had really found something else, Cheng Xiaoxiao hurried forward. When she saw the "chicken" in Ji Tingyou's hand, which was only the size of an adult's palm, Cheng Xiaoxiao instantly understood that this was another good deed done by the "Foot Basin Chicken" country.
It seems that from the very beginning, they planned to put the national fortune of growing flowers into this statue, and then the Yin-Yang master would transfer the national fortune to the "Foot Basin Chicken". In this way, in the future, with the blessing of these fortunes, the "Foot Basin Chicken" will be invincible.
Cheng Xiaoxiao released Emperor He Zhao from the space. After one night, Emperor He Zhao had returned to normal.
When he saw the green pheasant statue, he pounced on it.
Ji Tingyou quickly put his hands behind his back and kicked Emperor He Zhao.
Emperor He Zhao was kicked to the ground. He concealed the emotions in his eyes and looked up at Cheng Xiaoxiao.
"This is our country's national bird statue. Please return it to me."
Cheng Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Oh, is that all?"
Emperor Kazuo nodded and said, "That's right, my country is gone, so I beg you to give me this thing as a keepsake!"
Cheng Xiaoxiao said sarcastically, "It seems that our 'great emperor' still hasn't given up! Let me guess, what's inside?"
Emperor He Zhao was sweating profusely. He glanced at the statue with a cryptic look and said, "I don't understand what you are saying. I just want to keep it as a souvenir. Since it's not possible, then just pretend I never said anything!"
Cheng Xiaoxiao didn't respond, she said: "I guess it contains the national destiny of my flower planting!
Do you want to take your remaining troops and establish a new "Chicken Foot Basin" country, or..."
She suddenly approached Emperor He Zhaotian and looked at him fiercely, "Or, since you can't obtain this national destiny, you want to destroy it?"
Emperor He Zhao was startled. He stammered, "I...I really...really...I just wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I can't escape from your grasp."
Cheng Xiaoxiao stared at him and suddenly laughed, "Yeah, since you can't escape, then you can only want to destroy the national destiny of the flower-growing country contained in this, right?"
"It seems that 'a dog will always eat shit' is true. Our ancestors were too lenient with you, and you actually harbored such dirty thoughts."
Cheng Xiaoxiao pinched Emperor He Zhao's face and poured the cholera bacteria that had been prepared long ago into his mouth.
"Ugh... um... puff!" Emperor Zhao Tianhuang kept struggling, but it was of no use.
Cheng Xiaoxiao pushed his face away and set up a barrier ball.
Emperor Kazusho knew clearly what would happen to him if he contracted cholera. As an emperor, he had his own pride and would never allow himself to become the second Nozawa Yamaguchi.
Emperor He Zhao opened his mouth and put his hand into his throat. The sound of vomiting continued to be heard, but there was nothing on the ground except a pool of sour water.
Emperor Zhao didn't want to experience the feeling of not being able to take care of himself, but he didn't want to die either. He sat on the ground in despair.
Ji Tingyou took a closer look at the statue and found that it was not ordinary.
It is made from the most spiritual soil and fired with spiritual fire.
Come to think of it, the destiny of a country cannot be carried by just anything.
Ji Tingyou cast a spell, and the green pheasant statue flew into the air, with spiritual power entwining it.
Cheng Xiaoxiao saw a red light appear on the head of the statue, and then it flashed away.
She vaguely saw the shadow of a green pheasant. It wanted to fly away, but was bound by spiritual power and kept struggling in the void.
"Break!" Ji Tingyou shouted softly, and his spiritual power wrapped around the green pheasant's shadow tighter and tighter.
"Gu!"
At a certain moment, Cheng Xiaoxiao heard a roar, and the shadow of the green pheasant suddenly exploded, turning into countless points of light and dissipating in the air.
"Crack!" The green pheasant statue also shattered.
As the statue shattered, streams of light golden luck dispersed, and two formations outlined by red lines appeared in the hall.
Cheng Xiaoxiao felt that the Hall of Supreme Harmony was much brighter than before.
Emperor Kazuo looked at the broken green pheasant statue, clenched his fists, and pressed his short nails against his palms.
I cursed in my heart: "Damn it, just a little bit, my country would have stood at the top of the world."
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Cheng Xiaoxiao asked Ji Tingyou, "Ancestor, this luck..."
Ji Tingyou replied: "Of course it went back to where it belongs."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the two formations, and Cheng Xiaoxiao also followed his gaze.
Lan Wangyou was just about to remind Cheng Xiaoxiao not to touch the red lines when she saw her squat down and rub the red lines with her hand.
Lan Wangyou: Junior sister, you will regret it later, really!
"Ancestor, what are these two formations made of?"
Ji Tingyou glanced at Cheng Xiaoxiao and pursed his lips. "Do you really want to know?"
Cheng Xiaoxiao put her hand under her nose and sniffed it, then nodded, "Hmm."
Ji Tingyou and Lan Wangyou: "..."
Ji Tingyou said: "These red lines are drawn with human blood..."
Cheng Xiaoxiao: "..."
Woo woo woo, I feel like crying. Not only did I touch human blood, I even smelled it.
She quickly wiped her hands on her pants and clasped her hands together, "No offense intended, please forgive me!"
Ji Tingyou changed the subject, "Moreover... this is... the heart blood of unborn babies. They need to be taken out of the mother's womb. A formation like this... requires a full nine hundred and ninety-nine unborn babies..."
He couldn't continue speaking halfway because this method was too vicious.
"Bang!" Emperor He Zhao fell to the ground, with a faint footprint on his face.
Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think, one formation requires nine hundred and ninety-nine babies, wouldn't two formations be...
"Fuck you, you unscrupulous beasts, how could you...how could you have the heart to do this..."
Emperor Kazusho laughed crazily, "Hahaha...why can't you just do it? A bunch of lowly "Chinese" people, it's their honor to sacrifice themselves for the "Chicken Foot Basin" Empire."
Because Cheng Xiaoxiao forced Emperor He Zhao to drink cholera bacteria, and the green pheasant statue was broken, he could no longer see any hope of making a comeback. He simply gave up and thought that if he could provoke Cheng Xiaoxiao to kill him, it would be a good option.
"Pa pa pa!" Cheng Xiaoxiao was so angry that she slapped Emperor He Zhaotian several times.
Blood trickled down Emperor Kazuo's mouth, "Haha... Even if you kill me, they won't come back."
He smiled, "Besides...you won't kill me."
Cheng Xiaoxiao smiled, "Yes, I won't kill you, I will just make your life worse than death.
Flower cultivation has a long history. How many kinds of torture does it involve? I think it's necessary for you to have a deep understanding of it."
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