"Elder Yuhuo, it seems that there are reinforcements from the Qin family." The scout lowered his voice and reported carefully to Elder Yuhuo beside him. His voice was filled with a hint of nervousness and uneasiness, which seemed particularly clear in the quiet night sky.

Elder Yuhuo frowned slightly, his eyes were as sharp as a torch, staring at the black shadow in the distance. There was no emotional fluctuation on his face, but a hint of coldness was revealed in his eyes.

"It seems right. They should have obtained the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. Is it the only one who can call people? We won't?" Elder Yuhuo snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and anger.

After saying that, Elder Yuhuo quickly formed seals with his hands, and mysterious runes overflowed from his fingertips, forming an illusory light curtain in the air. He muttered something, his voice was low and mysterious, as if communicating with a mysterious existence. With his movements, the sign of the feather clan appeared in the light curtain, and the light flashed unsteadily.

Almost at the same time, in the west of the Dazhen Dynasty, a towering mountain peak penetrated into the sky among the mountains of the feather tribe. Above the peak, clouds and mist were shrouded in like a fairyland. However, in this seemingly quiet mountain, there is a powerful force hidden.

With the summoning of Elder Feather Fire, more than a dozen tall feather tribe powerful men flew out of the mountain. The five-color wings behind them completely unfolded, and each feather flashed with dazzling light, like a gorgeous rainbow.

These feather tribes exuded a powerful aura all over their bodies. Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a sharp whistling sound. Their eyes were firm and cold, like a group of warriors about to rush to the battlefield.

At the command of the leader, the group of feather tribes turned into more than a dozen streams of light and rushed towards Wangzhou. A larger-scale conflict surrounding the Black Sky Sword of the Demon Lord is about to break out on the ancient land of Wangzhou, and the competition between various forces will also enter a white-hot stage.

...

In Xuantian Temple, Emperor Xuan was wearing a plain Taoist robe and sat alone in the astrological pavilion inside the temple, surrounded by various astrological instruments and ancient classics. At this moment, he was bored to play with the compass in his hand. The surface of the compass was engraved with mysterious runes, and the faint candlelight was shining with strange light.

Suddenly, Emperor Xuan's fingers froze suddenly, and a hint of astonishment appeared on his originally calm face. The compass in his hand made a crisp "click" sound without warning, and a corner shattered in response, and fragments fell to the ground.

"A bad omen!" Emperor Xuan's face darkened, his voice full of shock and uneasiness. He knew very well that this compass was not an ordinary thing. He had followed him for many years and had never made any mistakes. Now that he suddenly broke, it must indicate that a huge crisis is about to come.

He quickly put down the broken compass in his hand, quickly formed seals with his hands, and muttered words. A faint blue light appeared on his fingertips, and mysterious runes appeared in the air. With his calculations, the temperature around him seemed to be dropping sharply, and the candlelight in the astrological pavilion was swaying, as if it would go out at any time.

After a moment, Emperor Xuan's face turned pale like paper, and beads of sweat as big as beans on his forehead rolled down. His body trembled violently and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood splattered on the ground, forming a strange blood mark.

"I didn't expect that this ominous sign was related to Ling Xiao. Who is this Ling Xiao? His future is nothing, his past is equally nothing, this person is..." Emperor Xuan murmured to himself, his voice full of doubts and fear.

He smiled bitterly, recalling that he had pretended to be hurt to confuse everyone in order to explore Ling Xiao's position. But this time, he was really hurt very much.

The spiritual power in his body was like an out-of-control wild horse, running around, making him feel extremely weak. His legs were weak and he was almost unstable. He could only rely on the table beside him to barely support his body.

"What exactly is Ling Xiao? Is it so terrifying?" Emperor Xuan thought to himself, and a hint of confusion and helplessness appeared in his eyes. He looked at the broken compass, as if he saw a storm about to sweep, and Ling Xiao was the center of the storm.

...

A group of elite scouts of the feather tribe hide in a towering stone forest. The wings behind them are tightly folded, and the colorful feathers appear faintly under the hazy moonlight.

The scouts' eyes were as sharp as torches, and they glanced around vigilantly, without letting go of any movement. When they were sure that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword had fallen into the hands of the Qin family, the members of the Feather Clan quickly stopped their aimless search.

Elder Yuhuo was wearing gorgeous feather costumes and stood at the highest point of the stone forest, with his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He knew very well that the weight of this sword was in Ling Xiao's hands, the feather clan might be able to stay out of the matter, but once it fell into the hands of the Qin family, the power structure of the Dazhen Dynasty would be unbalanced, and the conflicts between the various parties would intensify, and the entire dynasty would fall into chaos by then.

"This sword is in Ling Xiao's hands, so we can wait and see for the time being, but if it is taken for itself by the Qin family, the situation of the Dazhen Dynasty will inevitably be in chaos, and then our Yu tribe will not be able to keep it alone." Elder Yuhuo said in a deep voice, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"How long will the strong family be here?" Elder Yuhuo turned his head and looked at a strong man next to him who was also wearing the feather costume. The strong man was tall and his wings were wider than others, exuding a powerful aura.

"At most half a stick of incense!" said the strong man in a deep voice, "However, according to the scout's return, the strong man from the Qin family was also coming quickly."

Elder Yuhuo snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "No matter what, this sword cannot fall into the hands of the Qin family. Even if it is stolen by the Holy Temple, it is better than being obtained by the Qin family, the Shui tribe and the Xuantian Temple. Keep a close eye on the people of the Qin family and must not let them return to Dongzhou with the sword, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

"Don't worry, elders, the Qin family members have not set off yet, and they seem to be afraid of something and are waiting for reinforcements on the spot. It is estimated that as soon as the reinforcements arrive, they will leave immediately. I hope our reinforcements can arrive first." A scout stepped forward and reported respectfully.

At the same time, in a valley not far from the people of the Feather Clan, the elite disciples of the Qin family were waiting for the battle.

Qin Hai was wearing dark golden armor and stood in front of the team, his eyes as if he was torched, staring at the direction where the feather tribe was in the distance. "This feather fire has obtained the treasure and has not left yet. It is obviously waiting for reinforcements to escort him, otherwise they would not be able to leave Wangzhou safely." Qin Hai said coldly.

Yue Xue frowned, her eyes full of confusion: "Are this feather tribe crazy? They know that after taking the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, they will become the target of public criticism of all forces, so why dare to take the risk of robbing them?"
Chapter completed!