"That's a small human race, living in the dark dimension, who cleans the feathers for our Space Shengpeng clan."

Yukong pointed at them and said with a smile.

"Little...little people?"

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

Do you think giants with a height of 100 meters are small humans?

Then what am I?

Ultra-little people?

Ye Feng kept complaining in his heart.

Boom boom boom!

When the group of tall little humans entered the holy island, they immediately climbed up a giant tree and helped a space saint peng standing there comb its feathers.

Their movements are very skillful.

There are some dead feathers on the body of every space saint peng, which still grow tenaciously on it.

If you don't get rid of it, it will be very uncomfortable.

The strong man of the little human race first took out a special liquid medicine and sprayed it on the roots of the dead feathers to make them loose, then quickly pulled them out and filled them with a kind of mud.

"That's white sand mud!"

Yukong pointed to the mud in the hands of the little people.

This object is in the shape of mud and sand, with a flash of spiritual light on the surface, exuding a strong vitality.

"That's a specialty of the place where the space jellyfish is."

Yukong added, "Before the space jellyfish dies, it will come to the island where the little people are, die on the beach, and gradually decompose into white sand and mud, which is the best medicinal material for healing injuries."

"There is such a magical material?!"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, which can be regarded as gaining insight.

On a tree not far away.

As the white sand mud was applied to the wound, the Space Shengpeng immediately grew new feathers, and the speed was very fast.

After a while.

The feather returned to its original state.

It looked glamorous, no different from normal feathers, exuding a faint breath of space.

This group of little people followed suit.

They plucked all the dead and necrotic feathers from the Space Shengpeng, and treated it with white sand.

After half an hour.

The job of preening the feathers is done.

Hundreds of feathers fell off a Space Saint Peng, which is not a lot.

"Well, the hair loss rate is not high, which is good."

Space Saint Peng Patriarch Yukong said with a smile.

on the ground.

Hundreds of feathers fell, and each one was originally as big as a tree, but after falling to the ground, it shrank to the size of a palm, which is amazing.

"This is our space shrink talent."

Yukong explained.

seat.

Ye Feng and Gu Ling Xianzun looked at each other.

They realize one thing.

No matter what he thinks, it seems that Yu Kong, the ancestor of the Space Shengpeng, can overhear.

"Don't be surprised, you two!"

Yukong's voice sounded again, "I can't eavesdrop on your voices, but I've lived too long, I can probably guess what you think."

After hearing this, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerable said via voice transmission: "There are indeed such strong people whose strength reaches a certain stage, but after failing to improve, they will follow the path of comprehending nature, and their disposition will gradually become like a demon."

Practitioners do not get older with higher intelligence.

for example:

A cultivator lives for 100,000 years, but he spends all of these 100,000 years on cultivation, and grows to the Holy Realm, with a very high level of cultivation and strong strength.

but!

After 100,000 years of hard work, his Dao heart is firm, but he may not be very strong in terms of human sophistication.

However, after a person cultivates to the Shattering Void Realm, he will not advance in cultivation, and will always be intriguing in the family or sect, fighting with people, fighting with monsters, and his strategy must continue to improve.

Thousands of years later.

This person's calculations may make the Holy Realm feel ashamed.

However, such people are still very few.

Practitioners understand one thing.

One force down ten will!

No matter how strategic a Shattering Void Realm is, it is still an ant when facing a Holy Realm.

One thought in the Holy Land can kill it. valley

Because of this, high-level practitioners are less willing to be loyal to tactics, but like to go straight.

Of course, this is only the majority.

There are also some top powerhouses who like to be scheming, treat everyone in the world as pawns, and dominate their lives.

"My strength has been stuck on the tenth level of the hidden realm for a long time, and the power of space has stopped, so difficult!"

Yukong whispered.

"We call the hidden realm the Hundred Tribulations Realm."

Ye Feng spoke.

"Hundred Tribulation Realm?"

Yu Kong raised his eyebrows, "Every time you go up to one level, you will go through one catastrophe. When the laws are perfect, it will indeed be a hundred catastrophes. The name Hundred Tribulations Realm is intuitive and clear."

"Yes, that's what we call it over there."

Ye Feng nodded.

"Little friend, it seems that there is a Hundred Tribulations Realm beside you, and the opponent's strength is far superior to mine. Otherwise, you will not be surprised to see me."

Yukong said meaningfully.

Ye Feng smiled and said nothing.

"I almost forgot to make a formal introduction. I am the patriarch of the Space Saint Peng clan, Yukong, and I don't know the names of the two?" Yukong looked at Ye Feng and Gu Lingxianzun.

"The head teacher of Misty Sect, Ye Feng!"

"Elder of Misty Sect, Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerable."

The two introduced themselves successively.

"So it's little friend Ye Feng and Gu Ling."

Yukong laughed loudly, stretched out his resplendent and resplendent wings, looked up into the depths of the dark dimension, his eyes shone brightly, reflecting the sky.

Under a tree not far away.

The hundreds of feathers scattered on the ground were sucked by Yukong's mouth, and the blood threads inside gradually spread out, and gathered in mid-air, becoming a blood cell the size of a fist.

"This is your reward."

Yukong blew out a breath, and blew the blood ball in front of those little humans, and was caught by the leader wearing the feather coat of the Space Saint Peng, and quickly knelt down to salute.

"Go ahead and comb the feathers!"

Yukong ordered.

"okay!"

The leader of the little humans hurriedly beckoned, and arranged for more and more little humans to climb up the giant tree and comb the feathers of the Space Shengpeng standing on it.

The day passed like this.

The feathers of hundreds of Space Saint Pengs were combed by this group of little people, who also got hundreds of fist-sized blood cells and feathers scattered all over the place.

Soon, the little people left.

"Every ten years, we have to comb the feathers, so as to ensure that we are always at the top of our state."

Yukong explained again.

Ye Feng and Gu Ling Xianzun nodded, and finally understood the purpose of combing the feathers.

"Are there many races in the dark dimension?" Ye Feng pointed to the direction where the little human race was going away, quite curious.

"Not many, and far apart."

Yukong shook his head, "It will take several days for the small human race to reach the holy island of Shengpeng in our space, and other races are even farther away."

"Is there a power called the First Shenzong?"

Ye Feng shifted the topic to the focus.

"The first Shenzong? That faction is not easy to provoke. Their suzerain has reached the first level of the Hundred Tribulations Realm. Although they can't beat me, this person has a very terrifying master... It seems to be called the ancient emperor."

Yukong thought for a moment before saying.

Ancient Emperor? !

Ye Feng's eyes almost popped out.

That is the master of Shangguan Oracle!

Could it be that the suzerain of the First Divine Sect and Shangguan Oracle are brothers?

The last time he read the information from the Shangguan Oracle, Ye Feng knew that the other party was the ninth disciple of the ancient emperor, so the suzerain of the first Shenzong must be the top disciple~lightnovelpub.net~How strong is the ancient emperor? "

Ye Feng asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, I have seen an incarnation of this person's consciousness from a distance, and I felt my scalp go numb, so I quickly slipped away."

Yukong's face was a little dignified.

Hearing this, Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

Just a single incarnation of divine consciousness can make the scalp numb on the tenth floor of the Hundred Tribulations Realm. The ancient emperor's body is at least on the 20th floor of the Hundred Tribulations Realm. No wonder Shangguan Oracle dared to be so arrogant.

"Do you have any enmity with the ancient emperor?"

Yukong suddenly asked.

"Eh... I have a grudge against his ninth disciple, Shangguan Oracle. As for the ancient emperor, I have never seen it with my own eyes."

Ye Feng shook his head.

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