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Chapter 748: Nine Suns Return to One

The golden crow first crows, shining brightly on the earth.

The Buddha of Lingshan was shocked and looked sideways, and the Jade Emperor of Heaven gave an order.

Only then did he fly back to Pansi Cave at the call of Hu Xiuwu.

Hu Xiuwu put his hands on his eyebrows to block out the dazzling sunlight.

The little bird has just been born and does not know how to bide its light under a low profile, nor does it know how to restrain its shiny feathers, the dazzling light and the scorching heat.

Just like its former brothers, it was about to throw itself into Hu Xiuwu's arms with infinite light and warmth, and pure enthusiasm.

It completely failed to notice that its arrival had caused the mountains to become cracked, the rivers to dry up, and the giant spiders to be almost sun-dried to death.

"Whoo~"

Hu Xiuwu blew out a breath, which turned into a cloud that enveloped the small sun, covering the sun's brilliance. The sun turned into the moon, and although it was still the most dazzling one in the sky, it was no longer so dazzling and strong.

At least, that's what Purple Spider, who was lying on the side and had been forced to reveal his true form and turned into an eight-eyed spider as big as a truck, thought.

"Chirp!"

The Golden Crow landed on Hu Xiuwu's shoulder. It looked no different from an ordinary crow, and even its size was not much bigger. Only its golden feathers and eyes like two morning stars showed its extraordinaryness.

A purebred Golden Crow born from the soul and flesh of the golden-winged Roc, the second best Golden Crow in the world.

Jinwu looked at his wings which were as dim as moonlight and felt very dissatisfied. He pecked Hu Xiuwu's hair with his beak, just like a child acting coquettishly.

No, it is a child.

Hu Xiuwu completely wiped out the memory and will of the Golden-Winged Roc, and the Golden Crow, the source of the Sun's True Fire, had long been dead, so how could it be possible that any will would remain that would affect the little Golden Crow?

It is a true spirit that was born out of nothing, like a newborn baby that knows nothing about the world, but has a natural admiration for Hu Xiuwu and acts coquettishly towards him.

Hu Xiuwu stroked the little golden crow, ignoring the thousand-degree heat on its feathers: "You can't just wield the true fire at will. Mortals and the earth can't stand such a high temperature."

While coaxing Little Golden Crow, a thought suddenly crossed Hu Xiuwu's mind:

"If I had not washed away the will and memory of the Golden Winged Roc, and I were to reincarnate him into a Golden Crow now, would I be considered his father?"

"Then who am I to Tathagata? Grandpa?"

Even if it was just imagination, it was a sin and a very disrespectful thought, which made Hu Xiuwu laugh.

"Sir, Sir..."

The purple spider, who was dying beside him, with its bristles curled up and the faint smell of meat, groaned.

Stop laughing. If you don’t save me, I’m going to die here.

The little golden crow turned its head and took a curious look. It chirped and Hu Xiuwu stroked its hot feathers and said with a smile, "She is not a snack. Maybe you will need her to take care of you in the future."

Hu Xiuwu recalled the Xiantian Demon Refining Tower, held the tower in his right hand, and opened the tower door.

The wine, with a rich aroma, poured down like rain and sprinkled on Zi Zhu'er's body.

The charred meat turned tender and the dry shell fell off. Zi Zhu'er's injuries were all healed as if time had gone back. He turned into a human body and drank a handful of wine. Suddenly, he felt like a dead tree coming back to life and an old tree sprouting branches. The roots that had been broken into thousands of pieces by Sun Wukong showed signs of healing.

After a little rest, he will be cured. Zi Zhu'er was shocked: "Did you melt Laojun's Nine Revolutions Golden Pill for me to drink?"

It's not that she is shallow, but she really can't think of any other elixir besides Laojun's Nine-Turn Golden Pill that can turn decay into magic, turn immortals into flesh and bones. Hu Xiuwu drove the Golden Crow and supported the pagoda: "It's not the Nine-Turn Golden Pill, it's the divine wine."

It is true that the craftsmanship of the god of wine Yi Di could not compare with the alchemy skills of Taishang Laojun, but he had been brewing Jiujiu Chongyang Brew for nearly a thousand years, and the main ingredient was still the water from the Nine Springs [Hot Sea], the pillar of the Six Realms of the Immortal Sword.

It is much superior to the peaches and yellow plums. Perhaps only the legendary innate spiritual root [Ginseng Fruit Tree] can be compared to it.

Only after thousands of years of hard work and the use of top-quality raw materials can the miraculous effects of the Nine-Revolution Golden Pill be achieved.

Hu Xiuwu asked, "How about this, Zi Zhu'er, are you willing to leave with me? If you are willing, please leave as soon as possible. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

This was the last time he asked. The reason why Hu Xiuwu was willing to take Zi Zhu'er in was only because he admired Zi Zhu'er's love and Fourth Sister's ambition, and he had no personal feelings behind it.

If Zi Zhu'er refused again, Hu Xiuwu would really leave and persuade Zi Zhu'er to leave Pansiling as well.

He would not force others, but he had just resurrected the Golden Crow in Pansiling, and he believed that countless gods and Buddhas must have become interested in Pansiling.

Golden Crow, your whole body is full of treasures, and both dead and alive are of great use.

Who wouldn't be interested? It's not impossible that even the Jade Emperor in Heaven would issue an order to ask him for it.

With the Golden Crow in hand, he can covet the power of the Sun. The Jade Emperor cannot tolerate anyone who is not a direct descendant of the Heavenly Court being able to influence the Sun.

It turns out that there really are immortals who do not ask for anything in return. They came down to earth and experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature. They saw through the cruelty behind the kind faces of gods and Buddhas. Zi Zhu'er was deeply moved:

"I am a humble woman, willing to serve the Immortal."

Hu Xiuwu nodded: "Go find your daughters, we will leave Pansiling as soon as possible."

He reached out and grabbed Zi Zhu'er in his hand, and thunder rumbled in Pansiling.

Hu Xiuwu disliked that Zi Zhu'er's escape technique was too slow, so he used the Qingwei Cave Real Sword to escape and took her away from Pansiling and went to Huanghua Temple.

He flew straight in front of the six new sisters of Pansi Cave who were in a state of panic, and stuffed them into the Innate Demon Refining Tower, letting Zi Zhu'er explain to them, saving him the trouble of talking.

There was a loud thunder, and the imperial carriage passed by Yan. The rumbling sound could be heard in the distance, but no one knew where it was going.

After a few thunders, Hu Xiuwu melted into the vast sky, leaving the gods and Buddhas nearby who had heard the news to sigh in despair.

There is really nothing left of this damn Pansi Cave. There is only a dried-up river and a dilapidated cave. There is nothing else.

"This demon-slaying pioneer of the Heavenly Court is really clean in scraping the ground."

Many gods who returned disappointed secretly complained.

Hu Xiuwu, who had escaped the entanglement of gods and Buddhas, did not return to Uttarakuru, but now wandered around Nanchanbuzhou.

Looking for the other nine springs, the nine golden crows fell to the ground and turned into the Nine Yang Springs. In addition to the Zhuo Gu Spring, there are also the Xiangleng Spring, Banshan Spring, Wenquan, Donghe Spring, Huangshan Spring, Xiaoan Spring, Guangfen Spring and Tang Spring.

Hu Xiuwu no longer had the spirit of the golden-winged Roc, a congenital creature, in his hands, so of course he couldn't create another Golden Crow. However, the Nine Yang Spring and the little Golden Crow had the same origin and could greatly replenish its essence.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hu Xiuwu led the Golden Crow to drain the Nine Yang Spring.

After some time had passed, the gods finally reacted, remembered the other Nine Yang Springs, and sent people to check them out.

All I saw were nine empty pits.

Hu Xiuwu has returned safely to Uttarakuru, where he is enjoying playing with birds and spiders.