100: Chapter 100 Dongfang Meng

A Fire Bird stood proudly atop it.

"Third Brother, Fourth Brother! When you encounter danger, why don't you report this Emperor's name?"

"Lord Bird!" Ma Hu said with a mournful face, "I did report it, but he said he would kill us first and then catch you to make soup..."

"What?! That is too much bullying of a bird!!" Kunkun was so angry that white flames erupted all over its body.

Xue Wuya's expression changed, "Sun True Fire? Are you from the Golden Crow Clan?"

The Fire Bird, currently in a fit of rage, had no time to waste words with him; it directly struck forward with the universe seal, carrying the might of a Saint.

"A Saint Weapon?" Xue Wuya did not hesitate, a bloody banner appearing in his hand, "It is not just you who has a Saint Weapon!"

The clash of Saint Weapons caused the two low hills nearby to instantly turn into powder.

The onlookers around were so frightened that they retreated rapidly.

"The Golden Crow Clan is indeed formidable!" Seeing that Kunkun was completely uninjured, Xue Wuya could not help but sigh inwardly.

After all, the opponent was only at the Refining Spirit Peak.

The Fire Bird was also conflicted, "Should I capture or kill? Master didn't give a clear instruction! So annoying!"

Soon, its bird eyes brightened as it sensed Lin Bei rushing in its direction.

"Then I will just play along with this little blood demon to stall for time, and wait until Master arrives!"

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Tens of thousands of miles away, Feng Xiaoyao was laughing up at the sky.

"Hahaha... I am free! Free! That perverted guy is finally gone!"

After being teleported into the mountain and river map, he immediately hid his figure. After a long time, not seeing Wang Teng appear, he ran out to gloat.

"Eh? Little brother, what is making you so happy? Why not tell me so that this old woman can be happy too?"

Suddenly, a hand patted him on the shoulder.

Feng Xiaoyao's body suddenly stiffened; his Gale Spirit Body was extremely sensitive to the flow of Qi.

For this person to approach so silently, it could only mean that the other party's strength was far superior to his.

He turned his head stiffly, and the face of a Middle-aged Female Cultivator came into view.

What made his pupils shrink even more was that Ming Daozi was standing behind this woman, looking dazed and vacant.

"Hehe... Senior, what advice do you have?" Feng Xiaoyao retreated two steps without changing his expression, speaking with a hint of respect.

The Middle-aged Female Cultivator looked at his actions, a sad expression appearing on her face. "Little brother, why are you standing so far from this old woman? Do you dislike that this old woman is ugly?"

That expression and posture made Feng Xiaoyao feel a wave of nausea, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

By comparison, Wang Teng was actually cuter...

"Senior, I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave..." He unleashed his full speed and instantly dashed out over a hundred zhang.

"Hehe... A Gale Spirit Body with his primordial yang still intact; how could this old woman let you run away?"

Saying this, she raised her hand and grabbed towards the distant figure.

Feng Xiaoyao had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt his body moving backward uncontrollably.

He struggled desperately, but it was still difficult to resist the suction force behind him.

"What kind of cultivation does this witch have!?"

In a moment, he was about to fall into the hands of the Middle-aged Female Cultivator.

"Little brother," the Middle-aged Female Cultivator licked her lips, "don't be afraid, this old woman will take good care of you..."

Just then, an angry roar came from afar.

Immediately following, a beam of white light shot over, aiming directly at the back of the Middle-aged Female Cultivator.

"Wang Teng?!" Feng Xiaoyao had never felt that Wang Teng was so mighty before.

"Hmph! A Saint Weapon?" The Middle-aged Female Cultivator did not dare to be careless, withdrawing her hand to resist the white light shot from the ancient mirror held by Wang Teng.

At this moment, Ming Daozi, who had been standing dazed behind her, flashed a sharp light in his eyes. A blade appeared in his hand, and he slashed fiercely at the Middle-aged Female Cultivator.

"Soul Blade, Slash!"

A strange light flashed in the Middle-aged Female Cultivator's eyes, and she exclaimed, "You... you were actually not controlled!"

Then she was fiercely struck by the Soul Blade, and in an instant, Wang Teng's mirror light also hit her.

"Pfft!" The Middle-aged Female Cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, but her aura did not weaken; instead, the might of a Half-Saint erupted to the heavens, "Just relying on you two brats, even with a Saint Weapon, it's useless!"

Ming Daozi shouted to Wang Teng, "Brother Wang, this fellow is a Half-Saint. The two of us cannot deal with her. Let's retreat first and unite with more people to deal with her!"

Wang Teng said nothing, taking this opportunity to approach Feng Xiaoyao and pull him away.

Ming Daozi snorted coldly and also fled rapidly in another direction.

Soon, only the Middle-aged Female Cultivator remained on the spot.

She wiped the corner of her mouth; there was not a trace of injury on her.

"Hehe... That's right. Searching for them one by one, I might not find a few Prodigies even in a month. Let them spread the news, and then they can all come together to encircle and suppress me..."

"At that time..." Thinking of this, the Middle-aged Female Cultivator couldn't help but lick her lips again.

"It's just a pity about Wang Teng and that Gale Spirit Body. It doesn't matter; they will eventually deliver themselves to my door!"

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Lin Bei could already sense the large fluctuations in the Fire Bird's aura from this distance, "Hmm? This guy has started fighting someone?"

"With Kunkun's strength, the opponent should be those few Dao Integration Realm Prodigies, or a Dragon Transformation stage Cultivator."

Thinking of this, he accelerated and flew towards the Fire Bird.

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"Come on! Come on! Little blood demon, put in more effort! Lord Bird is about to reach my limit!" The Fire Bird shouted while fighting.

Xue Wuya gritted his teeth; he couldn't figure it out no matter what.

The bird in front of him clearly had its cultivation pushed to the limit, yet it was able to stubbornly withstand his continuously strengthening offensive.

What was most hateful was that bird beak; filth kept spewing out of it, making his hatred for this bird rise to be on par with Zixia.

"Dead bird, I hope you can keep shouting until the end. Otherwise, even if you are from the Golden Crow Clan, I will stew you into a pot of soup today!"

"Gagaga... Little blood demon, go back and ask your elders if the fire that can stew your Lord Bird has even been born into this world!"

After saying this, the universe seal and the blood banner collided again in a heaven-shaking clash.

Niu Ren and Ma Hu yawned boredly, "Brother Niu, what do you think Lord Bird is doing? He has every opportunity to take us and run; why is he fighting to the death here?"

"Fighting to the death?" Niu Ren shook his head. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't feel like the Fire Bird was fighting for its life; it looked completely relaxed and casual.

"Yo ho... Little blood demon, come again!" Kunkun and Xue Wuya finished another strike, and it let out an arrogant laugh.

Suddenly, its expression changed drastically. It turned to look east, feeling an inexplicable palpitation.

Xue Wuya also paused at this moment, looking east with suspicion.

Not just them; almost everyone within the mountain and river map could feel an aura coming from that direction, resembling the might of Heaven!

Lin Bei stopped in mid-air, looking towards the east with a strange gaze.

In this moment, he was actually able to sense the summoning of the immortal bell fragment again.

"It is in that direction..."

In the far east of the mountain and river map, a young man in white stood, looking at the vortex slowly disappearing in the sky.

"The Imperial Preceptor calculated for a long time and finally calculated the whereabouts of the Immortal Emperor bell fragment again; it is in this Small World!"

"I can sense that the Cultivators in this Small World are all very weak. The fragment here belongs to me, Dongfang Meng!"

After muttering to himself, the man's figure slowly disappeared.

What he used was none other than the teleportation belonging to a Saint.