"Roar."

As if frightened by the blood of the demon eagle, the nine-headed dragon instantly prostrated on the ground, languid.

But now, Huahua is still integrating the dragon's blood, and Ling Xiao is not willing to disturb it easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

"lets go."

"boom!!"

The entire Ling Clan immediately fell into a boil.

Ling Xiao put away the dragon chariot, embraced Ye Qingchan, and stood on the head of the golden eagle.

Behind him, countless figures with powerful auras stood quietly and flew towards the distant sky.

In the land of Eastern Xinjiang, a demonic wind suddenly appeared.

Everyone looked at the demonic shadow covering the stars in the night sky, with nothing but shock in their eyes.

"That demonic shadow seems to be... the Ling clan's divine winged golden feather eagle?"

"It seems so?"

"This golden eagle has not stepped out of the Ling clan for two hundred years, right?"

"What's the big deal?"

"You don't know? Young Master Ling Xiao's fiancée died in the hands of Holy Son Yuanyue... The Young Master returned to the clan this time to discuss the conquest of Yuanyue Holy Land, right?"

"No wonder... the Ling clan... came out in full force this time."

"Buzz."

The strong wind dispersed and the demonic clouds gathered.

Ling Xiao stood on the top of the sky, his eyes calm.

Tonight!
Chapter completed!