The wailing chirping of Nanming Fengzu immediately attracted the attention of the red-feathered old hen next to it.

The old Akabane hen immediately pecked a fiery red worm from the side and threw it over, and the young Nanming hen immediately pecked at it instinctively.

Nanming Fengzu, who was halfway through his meal, froze in a daze, and then he wailed again: "Master, you have misled me! What kind of Wuliang Shangtian am I? Xiang Chen is a bullshit Lord of Destiny. He is just a jinx!"

The heroine of Nanming Little Hen ate the little red worm with tears in her eyes.

Soon, several brothers and sisters of the Nanming hen were also hatched. Three silly little chicks hatched one after another, and the chirping sounds were very loud.

It took the Nanming hen a long time to adjust her mindset, and her eyes revealed the ruthlessness and determination of a female leader.

"Even if I become the lowest bird, I will evolve into a phoenix!"

"Food, I need lots of food and energy!"

The Nanming hen stood on the pile of straw, looking up at the sunlight filtering through the top of the trees.

After three days, she finally got used to it - she was reincarnated as a red-feathered chicken, and the thinnest one in the chicken coop.

"Chirp!" The red-feathered old hen came over with a fat cabbage worm in its mouth, and Nan Ming stretched his neck reflexively.

When she realized that she was eating insects again, she kicked the insects away in anger and said, "I am the Southern Ming Phoenix Ancestor! I am the Nirvana True Phoenix that burns the sky and boils the sea! Chirp chirp!"

The big rooster "General Iron Crown" in the chicken coop next door tilted his head to look at this crazy fellow, and suddenly flapped his wings and sang the morning song: "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh"

“Shut up! When I was singing like a phoenix in the sky, your ancestors were still in eggs!” Nanming flapped his wings on the bamboo fence, and two red feathers fell off.

The old hen with red feathers walked over worriedly and pushed the most delicious rice grains to her. Nan Ming stared at the brown rice covered with dirt. Were her phoenix eyes filled with tears? No, her chicken eyes were filled with tears: "I used to drink delicious wine at banquets, but now I have to..."

Before she could finish her words her stomach growled. She closed her eyes and bit at the rice grains, silently reciting the Heart Purification Mantra in her heart.

In the dead of night, the Nanming hen squatted on the straw at the highest point of the chicken coop. The moonlight shone through the cracks on her sparse tail feathers, which actually showed a little golden light.

"What are you looking at? This is the thousand-year-old golden cicada shell! Chirp!" Nan Ming jumped back to the haystack with the trophy in his mouth, and suddenly found that his younger brother "Ma Tuan" was burying the cicada in the dung pile.

A fight between the sister and brother suddenly broke out in the chicken coop.

When the red-feathered old hen came to be fed in the early morning, all she saw was chicken feathers all over the ground.

Nanming had a bald head, with half a cicada shell pressed tightly under his claws, three tail feathers stuck on his wings, and he was still digging the manure pit stubbornly.

After seven great cycles, the Nanming hen finally gathered enough spiritual energy from heaven and earth. When she was practicing the Nirvana Sutra for the hundredth time under the moon, her tail feathers suddenly "popped" and sparks ignited.

"Success!" She excitedly rushed to the sink to check her reflection, but knocked over the entire ceramic basin.

The wet Nanming suddenly found himself reflected in the water: a bald crown, missing tail feathers, and wings still clinging to rotten vegetable leaves from the morning's food grabbing.

"Chirp—" The angry and grief-stricken phoenix cry startled the sparrows that flew away for ten miles.

The turning point came on the day of Jingzhe. When a weasel attacked the chicken coop, Nanming was squatting on the locust tree picking spiritual locust flowers.

Seeing the old hen’s wings being bitten, her feathers suddenly exploded: “How dare you, you evil creature!”

"boom!"

A golden flame as thin as a hair spurted out from the tip of its beak and accurately hit the weasel's tail.

As the monster screamed and fled, Nan Ming looked at the sparks remaining on the tip of its claws thoughtfully - just now in a desperate situation, she actually used her chicken beak to form a Phoenix clan seal!

"If you continue like this, when the Phoenix Nirvana True Fire can cover your entire body, you will be able to complete your first Nirvana. At that time, you will be able to officially enter the first realm of the Nine Realms of Heaven and Man, and the Phoenix blood in your body will also increase."

The little hen Nanming sighed slightly in her heart and continued her miserable life as a Kun cultivator.

In the early morning, they compete with sparrows for dew on the eaves. When pecking, they step according to the directions of the twenty-eight constellations.

At noon, I was searching for spiritual insects in the woods, and my wings had to remain in the starting position of "Lihuo Wu".

The most amazing thing is that whenever there is a thunderstorm, she must stand at the highest point to draw the lightning to temper her body - even though nine times out of ten she will be struck into an expeller.

When she saw some kids playing with a ball, a melody inexplicably awoke in her mind, and she couldn't help but do a strange dance.

"Chicken, chicken, chicken, you are so unlucky, hey, hey, hey, baby~"

That day, she was secretly drinking the osmanthus wine offered in the sect's kitchen when she suddenly had an idea.

Under the influence of alcohol, she crookedly drew a blood awakening array on the field. When the last array pattern was completed, Ma Tuan stepped on it curiously.

“Boom!”

In the purple lightning, Ma Tuan walked out with his body charred black. He opened his mouth and burped like a drunken burp - he actually sucked up all the remaining spiritual energy in the formation!

Nanming was so angry when he saw that his hard work for a day and a night was wasting his time on his silly brother that he chased Ma Tuan and pecked him all over the village.

Later, a legend spread in Caixu Village that there was a crazy chicken in the back mountain that would dance when it saw children playing with a ball.

Three months later, on the Ghost Festival, when the negative energy overflowing from the gates of hell enveloped the village, the little hen Nanming finally gathered enough strength for nirvana.

She squatted on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, watching the scene of the night parade of hundreds of ghosts and sneered: "These ghosts are good food..."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Daxian, who was attracted by the Yin Qi, recognized his enemy. When enemies meet, their eyes turn red. When the monster showed its true form and pounced on him, Nanming looked up to the sky and cried out: "Phoenix wings soar!"

"puff."

A pair of palm-sized flaming wings emerged from behind her, swaying as they carried her round chicken body into the air.

The ghosts were stunned for a moment, then burst into earth-shaking laughter.

“Is this turning yourself into a roast chicken?”

“Is this still a red-feathered chicken?”

"What are you laughing at!" The Nanming hen spurted out golden flames in anger, but accidentally burned the panties of the tofu beauty that were drying at the village entrance.

When the whole village was holding torches and chasing the "demon chicken", she flapped her mini phoenix wings and fled to the back mountain, followed by Ma Tuan who was holding the ball in his mouth and refused to let go.

A year later, practitioners from the sect came to capture the captive red-feathered chickens. The little Nanming hen hid among the dead branches and leaves, burying its body in the soil.

He watched helplessly as one of his own "pigeons" born in the previous nest was captured by the sect's celestial practitioners, and many of his own clansmen were also captured.

She knew that the fate that awaited these people, no, the fate that awaited these chickens of the same species was to be killed and eaten, and their blood, flesh and spiritual energy would be transformed into nourishment for these practitioners.

The situation on the side of Nanming Fengzu started off badly, while the side of Dongsu Longzu seemed to be doing pretty well!