In the end, Mo Qian knelt down and looked at Left Thirteen deeply, his shoulders trembling.

"Farewell, Lord Saint Envoy. Your Lord will come to Yuling City and make us blessed!"

The thirteenth from the left had slowly retracted his wings, looked down at Mo Qian and the others, and quickly calmed down.

"I am not a holy envoy, I am a disciple of the Corpse Dao Sect!"

"I heard that you are going to drive away the Corpse Dao Sect?"

The sentence from the left thirteen made Mo Qian repent and jumped up.

"There is no such thing. The holy envoy belongs to the Corpse Dao Sect. Whoever dares to be dissatisfied with the Corpse Dao Sect is the enemy of our Yuling Race!"

"Yes, who dares to disobey the envoy?"

These elders also quickly explained, for fear that the thirteenth left was gone.

Left thirteen showed a faint smile, stretched out his hand and pointed to Wu Jue.

"He said, just let me go!"

Wu Jue was already dumbfounded, and the thirteenth from left had been good with Mo Xi, which had already stimulated Wu Jue. Now the thirteenth from the left has actually become a holy envoy, making the Yuling tribe all kneel to welcome him.

Seeing the thirteen from the left pointed at him, Wu Jue instinctively wanted to say something.

"Presumptuously, kneel down, you dare to let the holy envoy roll out of Yuling City!"

These Feather Spirit Races quit, the thirteenth from the left has black iron feather wings. It is their sage, who determines the future of the Feather Spirit Race.

"what?"

Wu Jue was cursed and cursed by everyone. Whoever said that the Yuling tribe were of the blood of the gods, this curse was too ugly.

Zhou Jiang and the others also had a hard look. They were admired by everyone just now, but now they are being cursed by the feather clan pointing their noses. This is a bit too much.

Teng Sha was also angry, what happened to this.

"Enough, Elder Tengsha, take care of your disciples. Although this clan needs your help, your people must never insult Lord Saint!"

Tengsha's old face was red and white, I don't know what Mo Qian meant.

"It's useless for me to stay, I listen to our elders, I am a disciple of the Corpse Dao Sect!"

The thirteenth from the left was very satisfied with what Mo Qian and others said, but unfortunately shrugged helplessly, this meaning was too obvious.

Mo Qian also blushed, squeezed out a smile, rose into the air, and took the initiative to come towards Sengu.

"Elder Mori, you said that there is a holy envoy, how could this seat reject the Corpse Dao Sect!"

"Your corpse Dao Sect is a friend of our Yuling Race, you must stay!"

Mo Qian and others came to Sengu, humbled their heads, completely opposite to the attitude just now.

"Huh, let's go!"

Sengu said in his mouth, his feet were not moving, he hadn't obtained the treasure of the Yuling Clan, and he hadn't solved the Corpse Xiaozong, Sengu would not leave.

"Don't, don't, elder, if you have something to say!"

Mo Qian’s forehead was sweaty, and the elders saw it. In addition to the thirteenth from the left, the Corpse Dao Sect also sent out Spiritual Disciples this time, especially the white-clothed woman in front of him. The sword intent was so strong that he finally didn’t want to stop in the Blue Snow Palace. next to.

"Go, don't stay!"

Sengu still wanted to pull his face, only to see that the thirteenth from the left had fallen.

"Elder, you have a lesson, don't you have other goals?"

The thirteenth from the left was the sound transmission, a word that stunned Sengu.

"Boy, how did you know?"

Sengu never told anyone that he came to the Corpse Dao Sect this time to prepare for Jiugong Mountain, which was only available for half a year, and to obtain a secret treasure from the Yuling Clan.

"Guess, all right, go in quickly, I'm tired!"

The thirteenth from the left nodded to Sengu and asked Mo Qian and others to apologize. Now the people of the Corpse Dao Sect, who dares to provoke him.

"Well, it depends on the face of Patriarch Mo. Also, our disciple, but a rare Tianjiao of Hell Daoshan, do you think the spiritual master realm of our sect is compared with some sects?"

Sengu was proud now, as long as he made Mo Qianjidao and the others ugly, and let Mo Qian bow his head.

"Yes, it must be extraordinary that the corpse dao sect can have a holy envoy. The corpse dao sect is still the former corpse dao sect!"

These people all agreed, but their eyes were still on the thirteenth left.

"Hmph, go, enter Yuling City!"

Sengu put his hands back again and walked slowly. When passing by Tengsha and others, Sengu also patted the thirteenth from the left.

"Thirteen, not bad!"

The thirteen from the left smiled honestly, and he smiled to Wu Jue: "It's all set off by the same peers."

"you guys!"

Wu Jue was about to vomit blood, as long as he met Zuo Thirteen, there was absolutely nothing good.

"Patriarch Mo Qian, we are waiting for your news!"

Tengsha did not have the face to stay at the gate. Right now, the members of the Yuling tribe all took the thirteenth from the left as the holy envoy. The entire Yuling tribe was already boiling. Black iron feather wings.

Mo Qian just smiled embarrassedly at Tengsha, and let the elder lead everyone to rest, while he personally led the thirteenth left toward the Fei Palace.

"Father, let me tell grandma!"

Mo Xi had already let go and was thirteenth from the left. His face flushed, and he sprinted toward the west of the city like an elf.

"Please, my lord, you black iron wings?"

Mo Qian led Zuo Thirteen into the Flying Palace, staring at Zuo Thirteen fieryly, hoping that Zuo Thirteen would summon Black Iron Wings again.

Lan Xuegong and others were silently accompanied, and now the thirteenth from the left was the treasure of the Yuling Clan.

"Black Iron Wings?"

The thirteenth from the left realized that the feather wing he got out of Hell Daoshan was called Black Iron.

"Oh, the envoy doesn't know, this black iron feather wing is very important to us!"

Needless to say, Mo Qian, the thirteenth from the left can also tell.

At this time Sengu also sneered, and said lightly: "Patriarch Mo, do you need black iron wings?"

Sengu definitely hit the nail on the head, and directly said what the Yu Ling clan wanted.

"That's impossible!"

The thirteenth from the left was about to leave on the spot, and the black iron feather wings were finally refining. They didn't have this "love" even when the thirteen on the left was killed.

Mo Qian rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and the other elders were also embarrassed.

"Hehe, don't think about it!"

Sengu, as the backing of the thirteenth left, looked at everyone grinningly. These people in the Corpse Dao Sect are ruthless people, only the Corpse Dao Sect bullies others, so how can anyone steal something from the Corpse Dao Sect.

"Misunderstanding, really misunderstanding. The wings of the emissary, we didn't want it."

"No, that's fine!"

The thirteenth from the left regained his calmness, but looking at the fiery eyes of these people, he asked again: "If you have anything, let's say it. If you are like this, I'll go."

"No, we just need the blood of the Black Iron Wingblade, just one drop is enough, really!"

Mo Qian almost cursed to swear, and at this moment, Mo Xi flew down again.

"Father, grandma let the envoy and others go over, to see the corpse Dao Sect!"

Mo Xi's words made Mo Qian and the others stunned. His mother actually left the customs.

"She's still alive?" Sengu was also taken aback.

Mo Qian's mother was a legend, the protector of the Yuling tribe, and had survived for more than a thousand years.

"Mother, I want to see you!" Mo Qian lowered his head and let his mother tell Zuo Shisan.

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