The Honorable Deity of The Yang Realm

"What did you see down there?" Ouyang Feng stretched his long neck out and leaned his swan head toward the dark abyss to take a look.

"Let's go! We'll talk once we leave this place!"

Chu Feng had a grave expression as he explicitly told them that this place wasn't normal. The conjecture of the outer realm was wrong.

Chu Feng only gave a detailed account of what he saw when they had walked very far away from the abyss.

"What? An old Vermillion Bird whose feathers are about to fall off completely? You can't sense its breathing and it doesn't have the fluctuations of life? The most important thing is that there are also a few small red birds?! F**k! What a gargantuan fortune!" Ouyang Feng's saliva was about to flow out.

"You didn't hear the main point. Those few little Vermillion Birds were gnawing and eating the flesh of a python at the Quasi-saint realm!" Chu Feng was incomparably serious.