Mo Xi led the crowd towards the center of the tribe. A huge flying boat stayed there, on which there were lines like feathers.

A divine light enveloped the flying boat, the flying boat hovered out of thin air, but the divine light went straight into the sky.

"Brother Zuo, this is Yuling Feizhou, we are going to enter the Feizhou, and soon we will reach Yuling City!"

Mo Xi followed the thirteenth left, her pretty face flushed, always paying attention to thirteenth left.

"Feizhou? These people are going to pass?"

The thirteen on the left looked at the people in the tribe, and they all moved towards the flying boat. The flying boat is so huge that it can hold hundreds of thousands of spirit tribesmen.

"They are afraid. If no one from the Corpse Xiaozong is found, we will all stay in Yuling City!"

Mo Xi said softly, the tribes of the Yuling tribe have been slaughtered, and the Yuling tribe is now a disaster of extermination.

Left Thirteen also nodded, but at this time Zhou Jiang and the others couldn't wait, so many Yulingzu would enter the flying boat.

"Miss Mo, our elder is still in Yuling City, let's go first!"

Zhou Jiang also didn't want to watch Mo Xi and Zuo Shisan get tired of it here, leading Wu Jue and the others into the air.

The Mo Qianji Dao people left, which made Lan Xuegong and others relax. However, Gui Shengge and others looked at Zuo Thirteen and their eyes were also changing, not understanding why Mo Xi was so good to Zuo Thirteen.

Above the tribe, at the end of the cloud, above Wanshan, a divine light swayed from the cloud.

Under the clouds, the three-colored towers in the mountains also reflect the divine light, and the towers guard under the clouds to form the platform of divine light. At this time, on the platform of divine light, the clouds gradually dissipated, and a huge silver city emerged from the clouds.

The city is too huge, like a piece of heaven and earth, all in this city.

The city wall has wings, and the people of the feather spirit tribe with silver armor are flying in the clouds.

In the city, all the members of the Feather Spirit Race were eagerly waiting for the return of the Feather Spirit Race.

Yuling City, a flying castle. The spirit tower below is the foundation of the castle.

No one knows how this castle flies in the clouds.

In the land of the gods, only the ancestral land of the Yuling tribe is a flying city.

As the clouds drifted between the world, and in the huge city at this time, an elder of the Yuling clan who wore a three-color robe was condensed in the Feathers Flying Palace.

In the hall, patriarch Mo Qian looked at the jade slip in his hand with a gloomy face.

There was the last news from the tribe on the jade slip, and the vision of the jade slip made Mo Qian raise his head in agony.

"Elder Mori, how do you help?"

The Corpse Xiaozong originated from the Corpse Dao Sect, as if it was one of the evil aspects of the Corpse Dao Sect, and the Feather Spirit Race was about to be destroyed. Such a thing made Mo Qian also angry at the Corpse Dao Sect.

Sengu had already arrived in Yuling City, and had long seen the corpse energy remaining in these tribes. Sengu also understood that this disaster was indeed caused by the Corpse Xiaozong.

"Patriarch Mo, leave it to us!"

Sengu came this time not only for the Corpse Xiaozong, but also for one thing. It's just that, Sengu couldn't tell Mo Qian now. Because of Sengu's opposite, Moqianji Dao elder Tengsha smiled sinisterly.

"Patriarch Mo, you still believe in Corpse Dao Sect?"

"This time your tribe’s disaster, in fact, still comes from the Corpse Dao Sect!"

"Your Feather Spirit Race is the legacy of the Divine Realm, and the Corpse Dao Sect has occupied the Huashan Divine Tomb. After so many years, how does the Corpse Dao Sect treat your Feather Spirit Race?"

What Teng Sha said was correct. A word made the elders of the Yu Ling tribe look ugly. In recent years, the Corpse Dao Sect has ignored the Yu Ling Clan. A hundred years ago, there were disciples of the Yu Ling Clan who were able to enter the Corpse Dao Sect, but now?

"Tengsha, what's the matter with you here?"

Sengu looked at Tengsha coldly, the Yu Ling clan's matter must be resolved. It's just that the participation of Moqianji Dao made this matter a little difficult.

"Patriarch Mo, our Demon Qianji Dao can punish the corpse Xiaozong, this matter is still entrusted to us Demon Qianji Dao."

"Really?"

Mo Qian raised his head and looked at Tengsha solemnly. In his heart, Mo Qian certainly knew the overbearing power of Mo Qianji Dao.

In the past hundred years, there were not many disciples of the Corpse Dao Sect, and no disciples of the Yu Spirit Race were recruited. Mo Qian was also dissatisfied with the Corpse Dao Sect.

"of course!"

Tengsha was even more proud. As long as he solved the Yulingzu's affairs and obtained the Yulingzu strange treasure, he could also catch the people of the Corpse Xiaozong and get the secret of the Corpse Daozong.

At this moment, Zhou Jiang and others also came to the Yuling Clan.

When the disciples of Zhou Jiang came in, the elders of the Yu Ling clan exclaimed one by one in the Fei Palace.

"Little Devil? These are all Tianjiao disciples? With such disciples, we must be able to defeat the Corpse Xiaozong!"

Most of these elders of the Yuling tribe are in the spiritual master state. The inheritance is severed, and it is difficult for the people of the Yuling clan to break through, and even if they enter the realm of the spirits, they cannot compare with the spirits of the eight major sects.

The feather spirit tribe has been too comfortable these years, especially in this feather spirit city, there are only less than one hundred thousand feather spirit tribe, these people are the purest blood.

"Patriarch Mo, do you have to think carefully?"

Sengu was already dissatisfied, the Corpse Xiaozong should be left to the Corpse Dao Sect. Mo Qian actually agreed to the Moqianji Dao.

"Elder Mori, you have seen it too, and this seat also depends on the attitude of the people in the clan!"

Mo Qian also stood up, with Tengsha's help, Mo Qian looked at Sengu dissatisfied.

"Haha, Elder Sen, your disciple, hasn't appeared yet?"

"Leave the Corpse Xiaozong to us!"

Sengu looked at these people like Yu Ling Clan coldly. The Demon Qianji Dao was indeed strong, but for the Corpse Xiao Sect, it must be the Corpse Dao Sect.

"Don't forget, what are you going to face?"

"Zexiaozong destroys the tribe in order to raise the corpse!"

"This is Yuling City, no matter how many corpses, you can't get up!"

The great elder of the Yuling clan also appeared, looking at Sengu dissatisfied.

Raising corpses with people from the Feather Spirit clan makes the people of the Feather Spirit clan very sad, but now these people from the Corpse Dao Sect are for the Corpse Xiaozong, and they don't care about the Yu Spirit tribe.

"Elder Sengu, we Yulingzu, I won't keep you!"

Mo Qian took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind that this matter still depends on the Moqianji Dao.

"Patriarch Mo, you will regret it!"

Sengu suppressed his anger, but at this moment, Tengsha and others burst into laughter.

"Elder Mori, don't worry, we will solve the Corpse Xiaozong. Come, let's send one to Elder Mori!"

Tengsha said this deliberately, and Mo Qian didn't dare to offend Sengu too much, leading the crowd, really sending him off.

"you guys!"

At the gate of the city, the divine light floated, and the light of three colors made Sengu's face too ugly.

At this moment, a huge flying boat appeared in front, and Lan Xuegong and others finally came to Yuling City.

The thirteenth from the left saw this huge Yuling City, hiding the wings of the Wingblade tribe, suddenly manifesting behind them, spreading their huge wings.

"God, it's revealed!"

At the moment when the wings of the Wingblade Clan appeared, Mo Xi knelt down and knelt down religiously.

On the flying boat, the Yuling tribe who had just walked off, also looked at Zuo Thirteen in shock.

"He is a Wingblade Clan, how could it be possible?"

"Kneel down!"

Mo Xi scanned the audience excitedly. A slapped Feather Spirit Race man knelt down facing the wings of the Wing Blade Race.

This kind of scene made Mo Qian and others who were coming out from the door stunned on the spot.

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