As for whether the suppressed thing will cause a disaster after it escapes, Chen Feng is now out of his mind. Self-protection is important now, and nothing else is important.

Because he was suppressed by the shocking power, Chen Feng couldn't move even if he wanted to, so he immediately released his sword thread and looked forward and above.

The sword thread is extremely sharp. When it stabs the surrounding stones, it is like pricking tofu. It can be easily broken into it, and it is unblocked when exploring left and right.

More than 500 sword threads came out in one go, and the coverage was still quite large. Because Chen Feng's spiritual consciousness was integrated into it, it was also equivalent to an extension of his spiritual consciousness. Although it was not as direct as the eyes were looking, it was almost the same.

These sword threads pass through the ground, and of course not every one can find useful things, but it doesn’t matter, just change the direction.

Soon the scene of these sword threads being fed back was reflected in Chen Feng's mind.

At this time, Chen Feng had a rough idea of ​​the formation above his head, and it was only part of it.

At the same time, he finally knew what was suppressed here. It was a huge bird with golden feathers. To be more precise, it was a three-legged golden crow that originally only existed in myths and legends.

However, the three-legged golden crow was already dead, with a huge hole in its chest, which was penetrated from front to back, and think about Houyi's myth of shooting the sun. Maybe it was really shot to death by a powerful witch clan with an arrow.

Chen Feng was very curious to tell what the arrows killed by such a divine bird were, but unfortunately the wound was empty. I don’t know if the arrow had been burned by the real fire of the sun on the body of the three-legged golden crow, or was pulled away by the witch clan.

When he saw the corpse of the three-legged golden crow, Chen Feng must have been shocked at first, and he felt that his three views were reshaped again.

Because he is now becoming more and more sure that most of the myths and legends were not compiled, but something that has really happened. However, some mistakes and omissions later occurred during word of mouth, and even lost their true colors because of constant inflicting fuel on others. However, it should be basically true, and these three-legged golden crows are evidence.

As a result, Chen Feng couldn't help but make a bold guess. That is, the three-legged golden crow was mostly shot and killed by powerful descendants of the witch clan, and the cause may be related to the death of another witch clan's powerful Kuafu, who died on a rushing day.

Why did Kuafu Zhuri Chen Feng not know, but he guessed that it was probably related to the conflict between the two lichs.

Kuafu died, and his descendants took revenge and shot nine three-legged golden crows to death in one breath. And here is one of them.

The myth only mentions the Ho Yi Divine Sun, but there is no mention of where the dead three-legged golden crows went.

I think it was either taken away by the demon clan and buried. After all, it was the prince of the demon clan and could not let him corpse in the wilderness. Or it was taken away by the witch clan and then suppressed forever. For example, the one in front of me.

Chen Feng didn't know whether his guess was really true, but it made sense to think about it from beginning to end.

If everything I think is right, then this place is really called the Sun Tomb. But the one who lives here is not a Japanese worshipper, but a witch clan that suppresses and guards the three-legged golden crow corpse.

As for the reason why those demon clans have been in conflict with the witch clan, on the one hand, it may be due to old hatred, and on the other hand, what they are obsessed with is that they want to regain the body of the three-legged golden crow.

The witch clan obviously knew the demon clan's plans and took many countermeasures to this end. One of them was to arrange a large-scale formation, one was to prevent the demon clan from invading, and the other was to suppress the corpses of the three-legged fire crow.

Another measure was to plant a fusom tree on the corpse.

According to legend, the three-legged golden crow lives on the Fusang tree. Every day, driving to cruise the sky, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. It can be seen that the Fusang tree and the three-legged golden crow are quite close.

However, the witch clan obviously did not want the three-legged golden crow to be buried under the tree, but used it to serve as nourishment for the Fusang tree. This is the same as burying corpses under the peony flowers as flower fertilizer. At the same time, the Fusang tree will in turn suppress the three-legged golden crow so that it will never turn over again.

With these methods, the witch clan really racked his brains to suppress the three-legged golden crow.

However, from the results, it seems that it is not ideal. Because the demon clan's covetousness for the corpse of the Three-legged Golden Crow has never disappeared. At the same time, although the Three-legged Golden Crow is dead, it seems that it is not dead.

Otherwise, where did the true fire of the sun that was surging just now, guiding Chen Feng and the dead energy that enveloped him come from? It was obviously related to the corpse of the three-legged golden crow.

Chen Feng actually didn't find it very strange. For ordinary people, death is like a lamp extinguishing, but for practitioners, the death of their bodies is not really an end, because it may be the beginning of another path of cultivation. If the soul is solid enough and without the constraints of the body, it is not impossible to directly turn into a ghost cultivator.

If a practitioner has such a choice, how could the three-legged golden crow, a divine bird that was famous in ancient times and had a strong bloodline, really die if he says he dies.

Even if the body dies and the soul is severely damaged, as long as a little bit is left, it may not be able to continue to exist.

Chen Feng's three-legged fire crows can be resilient with his soul. The three-legged golden crow, which is many times more noble and powerful than the three-legged fire crow, naturally has no reason not to do it.

But Chen Feng would definitely not stop him if he wanted to die and survive, but if he wanted to make his own decisions, Chen Feng would definitely not let it live.

Previously, the three-legged golden crow released the sun's true fire to guide the way, and also blocked his own way of retreat with fire. He was very stance that he had to let you submit regardless of the softness and hardness, which really made Chen Feng very alert and unhappy about it.

If he had the strength, Chen Feng would definitely beat it up and let it know that it was powerful. But now this idea can only be thought about it. After all, if he wants to go out, he must rely on the help of the three-legged golden crow.

Unfortunately, the three-legged golden crow was too disturbed just now. It not only triggered the formation, but also attracted the suppression of shocking power, so that it could only stay obediently and be surrounded by countless tree roots as a corpse.

"How can we use its power to get out?" Chen Feng's thoughts quickly turned in his heart.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. After using the sword thread to explore the formation aura on his head, he found five or six weak points, and at the same time he discovered the key points of breaking the formation.

It is definitely a magical way to use Fusang trees to suppress the three-legged golden crow and act as the core of the entire formation. This almost integrates the power of the entire formation, and also covers the weakest array eye in the formation, so that the entire formation looks integrated without any fatal flaws.

But everything is often too much or too much, and being too perfect often means it is easy to be destroyed.

The people who set up the formation put the Fusang tree at the eye of the formation in order to protect the weakest point with the strongest thing. There is no problem with this book, and it can also form a joint force with the formation, which can better suppress the three-legged golden crow.

But there is one problem, that is, the three-legged golden crow cannot survive, otherwise it would be absolutely not difficult to destroy this formation.

The witch clan who had put down the corpse of the Three-legged Golden Crow obviously believed that it could not survive, but the fact is that after so many years, although the corpse of the Three-legged Golden Crow was still dead, the remaining soul fragments turned around and wanted to escape, otherwise it would not have wanted to attract Chen Feng.

Chen Feng knew that the Three-legged Golden Crow must have wanted to use him, but before that, he wanted to use the Three-legged Golden Crow.

After thinking about his plan quickly in his mind to ensure that there were no major mistakes, Chen Feng released dozens of sword threads.

These sword threads passed through the gap between the roots of the tree that surrounded the three-legged golden crow, entered the inner layer, and then condensed into a rope, which made it much thicker.

Then the sword thread extended upwards and headed towards the main root of the Fusang tree above. At the same time, a true sun fire rose from the sword thread.

In fact, although the three-legged golden crow is just a corpse, it still has the sun's true fire burning, but it is covered with a layer of death, as if it is the fire in the oil lamp in the mourning hall, and it is like the light at the setting sun, without any vitality inside and outside.

These flames churn under the Fusom tree, but the impact on the Fusom roots is almost gone. Even the Fusom roots are constantly absorbing these sun fires and using them as nutrients to strengthen themselves.

So although there is a sea of ​​fire here, it is always dead. When the true sun fire on the sword thread rises, it immediately forms a sharp contrast with the true sun fire around it.

Although Chen Feng's sun fire is not pure, it is at least fresh and full of vitality.

It's just like in spring, other plants and trees have not yet sprouted, and when there are yellow everywhere, the forsythia flowers suddenly bloom. Regardless of whether the flower is beautiful or not, it is enough to make people feel a kind of exciting joy.

The fire seemed extremely eye-catching, like a signpost, making people unable to help but look in the direction it was heading.

The place where this fire points to is exactly the main root of the Fusang tree, and it is also the place where the eye of the entire formation is located.

"Bang." Before the sun's true fire arrived, a sharp sword energy had already shot out from the sword thread, and with a bang it hit the main root of the Fusang tree.

Although Chen Feng's sword energy is amazing, it is not enough to destroy the roots of the Fusang tree, at least it is just rubbing off a piece of the skin.

But this sword was like a trumpet, which made the soul fragments of the three-legged golden crow who had been waiting for the opportunity but could not find any hope. So the death energy gathered around suddenly rose with the sun's true fire and rushed towards the place where the sword aura was stabbed.

This is a cooperation between Chen Feng and it. Although there is no direct communication between them, it is quite tacit understanding from the results.

"Bang." With the thunderous explosion, the dead air hit the main root of the Fusang tree.
Chapter completed!