1864: C1864 The Legend of Shallow Mountain

C1864 The Legend of Shallow Mountain

Furthermore, the Vermillion Bird would spare no effort in its efforts to gain guidance.1

"No problem!" The Vermillion Bird agreed, unaware that it was trapped in the jaws of a tiger.

Han Zhen had already planned on using the Vermillion Bird's true fire as part of the refining process for pills and artifacts.

The Vermillion Bird's true flames were, after all, one of the few divine flames that had a soul. They were all useful in refining pills.

Right now, on his trip to the Tsuchimikado Divine Society, Han Zhen did not reap much rewards. However, Han Zhen was quite satisfied with the thought of getting the Vermillion Bird, as it was completely worth the ticket price.

When the people at the scene saw this, they all looked at each other in dismay. Not only would Chinese Martial Cultivator cause a ruckus at the Tsuchimikado Shrine, he even brought along the Formative Elf of the Tsuchimikado.

The followers who had been guarding outside the Tsuchimikado Divine Society also rushed into it. Seeing the Tsuchimikado Divine Society that had almost been annihilated and the Vermillion Bird that was about to be taken away, everyone was stunned.

At this time, a roar burst out from the crowd, "No! I definitely won't agree to it! "

Tsuchimikado Takuma's eyes were bloodshot. The Tsuchimikado Shrine had been destroyed, and the casualties had yet to be counted. However, these losses weren't the most serious. The most serious was that Han Zhen wanted to take away the Vermillion Bird.

The Vermillion Bird was the strongest Formative Elf of the Tsuchimikado Divine Society, it already possessed the God Stage.

With the Vermillion Bird guarding Tsuchimikado during such a disaster, they should be able to recover.

But now, Han Zhen was going to bring away the Vermillion Bird.

The Vermillion Bird glanced at Tsuchimikado Takuma, "I only promised An Baiming that I would become a Formative Elf. I didn't promise you. "

"It's not enough!" Tsuchimikado Takuma was furious, "The reason why you managed to achieve God Stage is because of my clan's contribution. Get my Tsuchimikado and leave so easily. Lord Vermillion Bird, I won't agree to do this. "

The Vermillion Bird calmly said, "It has already taken me close to a thousand years to protect the Tsuchimikado race. I have given you enough! "Tsuchimikado Takuma, we owe each other nothing."

"As long as I don't agree, you'll always owe me!" Lord Vermillion Bird, you have already been a Tsuchimikado Formative Elf for more than a thousand years, why don't you continue to do it? To continue to be a Formative Elf of the Tsuchimikado Clan and enjoy the worship of the Tsuchimikado Clan was also a very good choice. But why did Lord Vermillion Bird leave!? " How could he give up so easily? The black aura on his body rose in an instant.

Within the roiling black gas, countless concealed ghost faces struggled and howled. One howl after another resounded in everyone's ears, causing their facial expressions to change drastically.

The old men who understood what Tsuchimikado Takuma did all revealed frightened expressions.

The Vermillion Bird's expression was also heavy as it flapped its wings. The Vermillion Bird's Primordial Fire pushed the black gas away for a bit and angrily said, "You actually absorbed ghosts to suppress the evil spirits in the park! Do you know, with the Tsuchimikado Clan here, there were over a hundred casualties, which was why they suppressed the spirit of the evil spirits outside of the park, wasting their energy day and night. But now, you actually released that evil spirit on your own. "

The Vermillion Bird's words immediately caused the expressions of everyone to change.

Even as a believer of the Tsuchimikado Divine Society, she couldn't help but reveal a panicked expression.

The legend of the ghost coming out of the park had always spread through the Shallow Mountain.

Even after a hundred years had passed, many people still remembered the tragic state the legends were in through the mouths of the ancestors.

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