At the top of the three-foot tall small tree, the fist-sized silver-white flower bloomed completely, and the white mist spread out and filled the bronze cliff, making it look like a fairyland.
The petals of that flower carried golden spots, and at this time, they all glowed together, and in the white mist, the speckled golden light particles shone like stardust, glittering.
The sight was somewhat magnificent and fascinating.
The three-headed creature waited for this moment to ripen!
They fought for it, violently crashing and clawing across the sky, a release of primitive wildness, incomparably frantic, all wanting to have that strange flower all to themselves.
When that ebony yak stepped on it, it shook the top of the mountain lightly, its strength was infinite.
When!
In mid-air, the golden-coloured ferocious bird opened its large claws and clashed with that rough bull's horns, ringing with an ear-splitting sound.
The mastiff was roaring lowly, its voice dull as thunder.
The three creatures were fighting, attacking each other and fighting over the blooming flowers.
They were also sniffing fiercely in the process, grabbing the scent of the flowers regardless.
White mist curled up from the top of the Bronze Mountain, and in the haze, golden flecks shook, like there was a small sea of stars glowing in the mist, where it was extremely mysterious and beautiful.
Bang!
They touched the small green tree, and one of the mastiff's large claws grazed the flower.
Great winds bulged as the golden-coloured ferocious bird swooped down and hardened itself against that mastiff, its sharp claws falling, wanting to tear that mastiff apart.
Earlier, they didn't make a move against each other because of mutual jealousy, but now after the flower bloomed, they were fighting for it, fighting for their lives, not caring!
As the golden-coloured ferocious bird's wings flapped, a few petals withered away from under the mastiff's large claws and drifted down towards the bottom of the Bronze Mountain with the gusty wind.
The mountain in this place was extremely steep, and the flower petals wrapped in white mist quickly fell towards Chu Feng.
He raised his hand and caught a piece of it, the aroma was so rich that it could not be melted, causing him to nearly get drunk on it, and upon closer inspection, there was also a layer of crystals on the inside of the petals with golden spots.
"Pollen!"
A layer of pollen was stuck on top, flowing with lustre.
Chu Feng reached out and successively caught the four petals in his hands, two of them had a slightly lighter aroma because only a small amount of pollen had been glued on them, while the other two were rich and fragrant, with a dense layer of crystals on them, and a fragrance that was so rich that it could not be melted.
The three-headed creatures at the top of the Bronze Mountain all glanced downwards, their eyes cold, before they began to fiercely fight for the petals that had not fallen.
Seeing that, Chu Feng clutched the petals.
However, he soon discovered something unusual, the petals in his palm were no longer warm and moist, there was actually a sense of withering, he spread out his palm and discovered that the crystals on the four petals had disappeared, and the petals had dried up!
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Holy Ruin
Phiêu lưuRising in the midst of brokenness, reviving in the midst of silence. The sea became dust, the thunder and lightning dried up, the wisp of ghostly mist once again approached the earth, the shackles of the world were opened, and a whole new world was...
