"This is...the adult you are talking about, right?"
Yu Zhonglang stood in front of the palace, his eyes filled with surprise.
As expected of a Lord from the Upper Realm, he actually captured a strong man from the Holy Realm from the Demon King's Palace and made him a mount.
Moreover, looking at the figures on the jade chariot, they are all extremely ethereal and must have come from the upper world.
But, why does the old man behind look a little familiar?
"no."
The girl in fur clothes shook her head slightly. Although her eyes were a little surprised, there was obviously a hint of surprise in her eyes.
The young man sitting upright on the dragon chariot makes people want to be like a beast... he is so excited.
"No...no?"
Yu Zhonglang's face was suffocated, something suddenly occurred to him, and his eyes suddenly widened.
"Huh? What's going on, ancestor? Is it possible that the enemy is coming?"
The girl in fur clothes smiled disdainfully and looked at the young man in gold robes, without any panic on her face.
Even they felt the terror of this group of people, especially the young man in black, who dared to use the holy dragon as a chariot, which showed his noble status.
But... no matter how noble you are, can you be more noble than the young master of their Demon Control Sect?
Immortal inheritance, power ceiling, invincibility, okay!
"Two of you, let's be honest, enemies are here."
Yu Zhonglang nodded solemnly, and now he finally understood why the old man next to the young man looked familiar.
Isn't that the master of the Immortal Transformation Sect, what the hell is Hua doing?
"Haha, ancestor, don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one can touch your Blood Feather Clan today."
The young man in golden robe sneered, his eagle eyes mocking.
Immediately, I saw him walking out of the hall, looking up to the sky, and shouted in a cold voice, "Everyone, I am Fengxiao from the Demon King Palace. No matter what grudges you have against the Blood Feather Clan today, I advise you to do your best..."
"Buzz!"
Before Feng Xiao could finish his words, above the sky, the young man in black suddenly stretched out a palm and pressed it down.
All of a sudden, a golden palm print appeared in the sky and fell suddenly.
"Um?"
At this time, the arrogance on Feng Xiao's face had not dissipated, but it had completely solidified.
He could feel that this palm print actually contained a ray of Holy Spirit, and it was ten thousand times more terrifying than many of the Holy Realm elders in his Demon King's Palace.
"Fuck!"
Looking at the palm print falling from the sky, Feng Xiao's expression changed drastically, and the golden light around his body rose, and he turned into a demonic shadow several feet tall, soaring into the sky, trying to avoid this offensive.
However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that the void in front of him seemed to have stagnated, and no matter how much he shouted, he could not make a sound.
"boom!!"
In the end, the palm print fell, crushing Feng Xiao's figure to the ground and shattering into pieces of flesh and blood.
"Gulu."
Seeing this scene, both the girl in fur and the Blood Feather Ancestor suddenly condensed their eyes.
Just, kill?!
You must know that the realm of Feng Xiao is at the sixth level of Zun Realm.
Even if you look at Kyushu, it is the most top-notch existence.
What's more, the demon clan's physical body is the most powerful existence among its peers.
How come...his palm was smashed into pieces?
"kill."
Ling Xiao sat upright in the dragon chariot, looking coldly at the people below, with no trace of emotion on his face.
A mere stupid eagle actually dared to show off his power with him.
Even Huang Luoyi, the young master of the Shenyu Clan in the extreme south of Qingcang, could only bow his head in front of him and not dare to show any arrogance.
Demon King’s Palace?
It’s so ridiculous!
"Wait...wait a minute!!"
Looking at the countless figures flying from the sky, the pretty girl in fur clothes slightly condensed her face. She quickly walked to the front of the hall and bowed to Ling Xiao.
"This young man..."
"Um?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his hand slightly.
The figures of the Immortal Transformation Sect Master and others immediately stopped in mid-air, not daring to move even a little bit.
Seeing this, the faces of the Blood Feather clan members became more and more frightened.
Who is this young man who can actually make a group of powerful men in the Holy Realm be so obedient?
"Sir, I am Bai Qing, a disciple of the Demon King's Palace. I have come to the Blood Feather Tribe to discuss the alliance under the orders of Master Nan Mu. I hope you will show mercy."
The girl in fur clothes' eyes trembled with fear, and her arrogance was gone.
At this time, she could only hope to delay for a moment. When the Saint and Young Master Nan Mu arrived, all crises would naturally be solved.
"Lord Nan Mu? United?"
Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his face still gentle and calm.
But in the next moment, he waved his palm down again and said in a cold tone, "Kill them all."
"boom!!"
Thousands of feet of spiritual light rose into the sky, and the Master of the Immortal Transformation Sect took the lead and rushed towards...Bai Qing.
Chen Daonian, on the other hand, hesitated slightly and took the initiative to greet the Blood Feather Ancestor.
For a moment, the blood-feather tribe was filled with loud killing sounds and cheers, making it very lively.
Ling Xiao glanced at Xuanyuan Weiyang beside him, with a smile on his lips, "Weiyang, go try the euphorbia I gave you."
"Ah? Ah! Okay, sir, I'll go right away."
Xuanyuan Weiyang's pretty face condensed slightly, and she was obviously a little nervous.
Although she had followed Lingxiao Town and killed countless demons and heretics before, this was the first time she had done this kind of thing of exterminating Manchus.
However, when she thought of the Blood Feather Clan as one of the three major sinner clans, she quickly suppressed the panic in her heart.
Between heaven and earth, a ray of blood suddenly appeared, and then, Xuanyuan Weiyang held a blood halberd and fell from the sky.
The white clothes were fluttering in the wind, and her black hair was flying, giving her an inexplicable sense of heroism.
"Boom."
In just a short moment, on the Blood Feather Holy Mountain, the spiritual powers collided with each other, destroying the holy mountain.
Countless members of the Blood Feather tribe were suppressed and killed, just like purgatory on earth.
Except for the Blood Feather Ancestor and a few two Saint Realm experts who could barely hold on, soon, the entire Blood Feather Clan was slaughtered.
"Roar!!"
Along with a roar, a demonic glow suddenly bloomed outside Bai Qing's body.
And her figure expanded several times, turning into a leaping tiger.
It's just that it's different from ordinary demon tigers. This Bai Qing's body is actually covered in snow-white fur, which is crystal clear and absolutely beautiful.
"It's actually a white tiger?"
Ling Xiao raised his brows slightly, with a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
"It's a pity that his bloodline is too low, otherwise he could be tied up and used as a pet slave."
"Damn bastard!! I will never let you go!!"
At this moment, the ancestor of the Blood Feather Tribe, who had been forced back by Chen Daonian, suddenly shouted angrily, spread out a pair of blood wings, and looked up at Ling Xiao with malicious eyes.
The next moment, as his wings were flapping, his figure suddenly and mysteriously disappeared from the spot.
The void in front of Ling Xiao suddenly rippled, and a pair of palms appeared out of thin air, intending to kill the three of Ling Xiao on the spot with the power of thunder.
Can!!
Just when Yu Zhonglang's bloody eyes were filled with murderous intent, he suddenly felt an extremely depressing aura coming from behind him.
It was as if a demon, many times taller than him, quietly appeared behind him and was looking at him with a pair of cold and cruel eyes.