Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
In the phoenix’s nest, two men faced one another, both excited.
“Why does this atmosphere feel a little strange?” Li Qingshan scratched his head.
“Stop wasting time. Accept this power properly. Try not to die!”
Feng Xiwu waved both hands, and his sleeves flew through the air. Wutong branches that resembled scarlet bronze extended over from all directions of the phoenix’s nest, wrapping around Li Qingshan layer open layer and weaving a cocoon.
“Come! I won’t die!” Li Qingshan understood what Feng Xiwu was trying to do and was invigorated.
“Go!” Feng Xiwu called out. The divine wutong tree’s roots that penetrated deep into the magma began absorbing the flames of the earth furiously, converting it into extremely pure fire spiritual qi. Some of the smaller and thinner roots were unable to withstand such tremendous flames of the earth, so they were directly reduced to ash, but he did not care.
After ten thousand years of waiting, he finally saw a sliver of hope. He no longer cared about anything. He had already done so much, so what was wrong with doing a little more?
The divine wutong tree shook violently, and Feng Xiwu’s figure blurred. Every single branch lit up with scarlet-red light, injecting into Li Qingshan’s body like a blood transfusion; this was the most pure fire spiritual qi.
In that moment, Li Qingshan felt like he was about to explode, but he felt no fear or dread, only surprise and joy. Only a tree of nature like the divine wutong tree was capable of something like this, and this opportunity would never arise a second time.
He circulated the Phoenix’s Scripture of Nirvāṇa, and the phoenix wings extended to their limit. They were unprecedentedly magnificent and dazzling, flowing with balls of fire. Then he embraced the phoenix’s embryo in his arms firmly, communicating with the bit of consciousness within the embryo.
Possessing self-awareness was a good thing, but if this bit of consciousness resisted Li Qingshan’s assistance, that would instead become a bad thing. But fortunately, perhaps because of his
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