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Long Suizhi and Feng Chi moved their fingers closer, but finally resisted the urge to slap Hua Li's hands and looked at their cuddling son with loving eyes.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle." Hei Yao covered his stomach with hunger and turned to his parents. He said, "Daddy and mommy, wait a minute, let me eat first!"

Then he lay down on the edge of his eggshell and started gnawing at it with great effort.

"Okay, okay, wait a minute, Yaobao, eat first." Long Suizhi was so touched by his little cutie that he couldn't help but chuckle.

Maybe Long Suizhi was frightened by his own voice. He coughed lightly, then reached out and gently took his own baby Nai Yao from Hua Li.

Hei Yao used up all his strength to break the eggshell. Maybe he was really hungry. His eggshells were visibly disappearing and becoming smaller as he ate them.

The dozen or so pairs of eyes that gathered around were surprisingly consistent, kind and quiet, looking at the chubby little Nai Yao Gaga Xuan Danke.

"Burp!" Obsidian finished eating his eggshell with satisfaction, and looked cutely at the dozen pairs of eyes staring at him. It was not known whether he was shy or something, but with a 'poof' sound, Obsidian turned into a fiery red, chubby, furry little fat chicken.

The only thing that makes it different is that there are three conspicuous hairs on the little fat chicken's head.

Obsidian flapped his little wings, and the furry wing on the right touched the furry wing on the left. His little eyes were full of curiosity. How did he transform?

At this time, everyone reacted. The head of the Divine Phoenix Clan had his eyes wide open and his voice trembled, "Yes, yes, it's a return to the ancestors! Yao'er's bloodline has returned to the ancestors!"

The cubs who can transform into their original form just after breaking out of the shell are atavistic bloodlines. The cubs with atavistic bloodlines can awaken the strongest racial talent. They are born with pure bloodlines and have the hope of evolving into the strongest Divine Ancestor Phoenix.

Therefore, as long as Feng Yao is there, the Divine Phoenix Clan will not decline in the future.

So how could the patriarch of the Divine Phoenix Clan not go crazy?

The Dragon Clan leader who had secretly come to watch the fun could not hide the regret and jealousy in his eyes. He felt remorseful and thought to himself how great it would have been if the little cub had washed away the blood of the Divine Phoenix.

It is possible that the bloodline of the God Ancestor is from the God Dragon Clan, and the little cub will be Dragon Yao instead of Phoenix Yao.

Long Suizhi didn't know what his grandfather was thinking, otherwise he would definitely turn hostile on the spot. His grandfather knew what Yao'er had experienced in the underworld, how he had escaped death and almost lost his soul.

How dare he think about such a good thing now! If that woman hadn't wanted to get rid of him in order to send her eldest son to the position of young master, and hadn't deliberately attacked Yao'er, how could his Yao'er have experienced this disaster!

The leader of the Divine Phoenix Clan carefully held Heiyao in his arms. In less than a few seconds, Heiyao flapped his little wings and flew steadily. Then, under a dozen eager gazes, he shyly flew into Hua Li's arms.

Feng Yao's parents and the patriarch and elders of the Divine Phoenix Clan didn't want to snatch Feng Yao from a little girl, so they gave up the idea of ​​snatching him away.

Hua Li was stared at by more than a dozen big men. She smiled awkwardly, but her hands were honest and she kept stroking the furry creature in her arms.

Heiyao cooperated by burying his little head in Huali's palm and rubbing it. His dark red round eyes were watery. He still liked his sister's scent the most, which made him feel comfortable and at ease.

Seeing Heiyao's little appearance, Long Sui's Feng Chi could only let him do what he wanted.

He turned around, waved his hand and led the six disciples of the Temple of the Gods who were going to enter the Sword Tomb into the Wutong Domain.

Shi Zhixing and Hua Li are also among the people who will enter the Sword Tomb. Although they all have Horcruxes, no one stipulates that they can only have one Horcrux. And no one is stupid enough to not enter the Sword Tomb when they have the chance.

This year, each team of the six major temples basically has seven to eight hundred people, but only two-thirds of each team can enter the Sword Tomb, which means that at least one-third of the teams from other temples have entered the ancient battlefield.

The team of the Temple of the Sea is special this year. Almost all of them can enter the Sword Tomb, and the only ones left are the five island masters headed by Lan Lin.

After entering Wutong Domain, Feng Chi led thousands of people into the teleportation array in batches and were directly transferred to the entrance of the sword tomb in Wutong Domain.

It was a huge stone sword that pierced the sky.

When all the people were present, Feng Chi and several elders of the Divine Phoenix Clan worked together to input their soul power into the stone sword. The stone sword suddenly glowed with golden light, and a light gate appeared at the bottom of the sword. It was so bright that no one could see what was inside the gate.

"The Sword Tomb can only be opened once every hundred years, and each time it lasts for half a month. When the time is up, you will be ejected from the Sword Tomb regardless of whether you have obtained the Horcrux. You must hurry up when you enter."

The great elder of the Divine Phoenix Clan spoke up to remind everyone, then took out an hourglass that was half a person's height and asked them to line up to enter.

Heiyao could not follow Hua Li into the sword tomb, so Hua Li could only send Heiyao back to Long Suizhi's arms, and then pulled Shi Zhixing into the sword tomb's light gate.

Passing through the dazzling golden light, Hua Li's hands were empty. Shi Zhixing was no longer by her side. She was alone, and all she could see were the broken swords stuck in the ground.

Each broken sword seemed to be made from the same mold, with the same size, shape and color. The only difference was the degree of damage on the broken sword. They were densely packed and tattered, and no matter how many times you looked at them, you could not see the end.

The air here is dull and quiet, like a pool of lifeless dead water. Just like its name, it is dead silent like a resting place for all living things.

Hua Li felt nothing. She walked forward aimlessly and quietly, not knowing how to find a Horcrux that suited her.

Until, a figure suddenly appeared around her. Judging from the person's clothes, he should be a disciple of the Divine Phoenix Palace.

He seemed to be unable to see himself, looking somewhere with a look of surprise, then ran over quickly and pulled out a broken sword that was exactly the same as the ones around it.

Hua Li stopped to take a look out of curiosity. She didn't know how he chose it, but she saw that he cut his finger and dripped blood without hesitation to recognize the master.

Just at this moment, a miracle happened. Right under Hua Li's nose, the broken sword in the man's hand turned into a fiery red longbow after dripping blood to recognize its master.

Afterwards, the man disappeared right before Hua Li's eyes. It seemed that he had obtained the Horcrux that matched him and was ejected from the sword tomb.

That person's departure was like a switch. After that, human figures kept appearing out of nowhere around Hua Li, and they all chose the Horcrux at the first opportunity and then left.

Hua Li was unsure, as she still had no feeling. She even suspected that it was because she had Xiao Hei that she couldn't sense other Horcruxes that were compatible with her. Then she shook her head and dismissed the idea.

Since the master asked her and Shi Zhixing to enter the sword tomb, it should not be because of Xiao Hei, so Hua Li subdued herself and continued to walk inside according to her feeling.

She didn't know how long she walked, but there were fewer and fewer people around her, and she unknowingly walked into the deepest part of the sword tomb.

Suddenly, Qingsha Ling in Hua Li's sea of ​​consciousness became restless. She also stopped. In front of her was a hillside, or rather, a stone slope made up of countless broken stone swords. At the top of the hillside was a broken sword.

This broken sword looked no different from other broken swords. The only unique thing about it was that a long, flowing, tattered scarlet silk was tied to the hilt.