When the full moon is in the sky, the cold wind is whining.

On the top of the mountain, a teenager stood with his hands in his hands. The cold wind blew, and his long hair fluttered, and his robe hunted.

He looked at the fire at the foot of the mountain, his eyes narrowed into a line.

"Hmph... Interesting, looking at this formation, the girl of the Feather God Clan will be caught sooner or later. ”

The boy closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

In a moment, a figure swept through the air and landed firmly behind the young man.

"Yuan Xuan, what's going on with you here?" said a dark shadow, listening to the voice of a young man.

"As you can see, the Feather God Clan Maiden is in trouble. Shi Yuanxuan replied, he pointed to the entrance of the cave with a light of fire in the distance, and said, "However, as long as the Red Flame Pavilion doesn't send a master, I think she should be able to escape." Oh, Yilin, what's going on with you?"

The young man named Bai Yilin shook his head, "The Huangtian City is rushing over, but it won't be able to come for a while, it seems that their Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony can't be stopped." ”

“...... Troublesome... If their Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony is successful, they will extract the pure Feather God bloodline... At that time... Shuozhou is in trouble......" Shi Yuanxuan's handsome face swept uneasy.

Bai Yilin thought of something and asked, "What about the Heavenly Extreme Sword Saint, I heard that he is also in this tribe, and as an elder of the Yuehua Sect, he should be able to help us." ”

In this regard, Shi Yuanxuan shook his head helplessly. "The seniors left more than ten days ago, and it was about Suolongtan...... There have been too many changes these days, and it seems that the land of Shenzhou is really going to be a chicken. ”

"That's what you say...... It's just ......" Bai Yilin patted Shi Yuanxuan's shoulder and sighed: "That's not how chickens fly and dogs jump, you have to say that the land of Shenzhou has been surging since then, understand.........?

When these words came out, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

Bai Yilin's expression was suddenly intoxicated, and Shi Yuanxuan frowned, looking disgusted.

"Stop, stop," Shi Yuanxuan interrupted, "Bai Dasheng, just let me go, I, Shi Yuanxuan, am a martial artist, illiterate, how do I know how to speak?"

He glanced at Bai Yilin, took off the wine gourd on his waist, turned around to drink, and left with a crisp pace.

Bai Yilin hurriedly chased after him.

"Eh!!Yuan Xuan's words are wrong! I know you are illiterate. But illiterate people can also read, the so-called book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu......"

"You drink a few pounds of wine before you talk to me. ”

"Yuan Xuan, it's not good for you to drink all day long, you obviously look like a talent, but you are reckless. The so-called: If you don't learn martial arts and literature, you will be a Shenzhou person in vain, and you will not have any culture in your stomach, and it will be difficult to move anywhere...... Yuanxuan, listen to me...... Eh, why do you run away without saying a word? Wait for me!"

.........

At the same time, in the Luofeng tribe, which is eight hundred miles away from the Dazhan tribe.

The quiet barracks were boiling over tonight, the generals took stock of their troops, and the soldiers began to get ready for action.

The bright red flag of "Huangtian" fluttered in the wind.

Mo Jianjun put on a battle armor and paced back and forth in the camp tent, he locked his Sichuan eyebrows, and his handsome face was very anxious.

From time to time, he asked, "Where's General Feilei?"

The generals under the tent looked puzzled.

An hour ago, a young man in white who called himself a "ranger" broke into the barracks and said that he had something important to discuss with the young city lord.

After a quarter of an hour of meeting, Mo Jianjun's whole person became anxious, and he began to gather his army, order the generals, and prepare to go to the Dazhan tribe far to the east.

The reason that the generals learned was that the Dazhan tribe colluded with the Cangyun tribe, betrayed Huangtian City, and joined the Heaven Swallowing Alliance. And the purpose of this expedition is to take back the control of the tribe when the Cangyun tribe occupies the Dazhan tribe!

But the enemy they have to face is not ordinary, but the most ferocious and powerful tribe in the entire Heaven Swallowing Alliance, the Cangyun Tribe!

Who doesn't know the brutal name of the Cangyun tribe?

Therefore, this battle is particularly important, and they must be ready for it!

There is another important reason for this.

"The festival is about to begin. If they succeed in extracting the bloodline of the Feather God, I am afraid that this Shuozhou will be in chaos in the world. Mo Jianjun was upset, and considering the army's marching function, he was even more annoyed.

Nangong Yuejiu stood on the side of the monarch, and she didn't seem to feel a sense of crisis that the mountain rain was coming.

"Brother Jun, what do you say the Heaven Swallowing Alliance wants the Feather God Clan bloodline to do?" Nangong Yue asked with a blink of eyes, she stood in a dark corner, no one could see her expression clearly.

Mo Jianjun stopped and said in a trembling voice, "I wonder if the generals have heard of the art of worshipping the heavens?"

"Sacrifice to the sky?, could it be the evil art that sacrifices human lives to the heavens and extracts the power of blood?"

Doubts were raised.

"This technique is a lost technique, where did the Heaven Swallowing Alliance come from?!"

"From the hands of the city of Extreme Will. Mo Jianjun said, "Five days ago, there was an urgent report from the spies in the north that the Heaven Swallowing Alliance was hunting down wizards, and I think this is their intention. ”

"Use the technique of sacrificing to the heavens, extract the bloodline of the feather god, melt the generals, and make them immortal monsters. If it succeeds, the consequences will be unimaginable, not only will it harm the Yushen clan, but even Shuozhou will never have peace. ”

It was not difficult to see the slight fear in his eyes.

The Heaven Swallowing Alliance is the root of the war, and the blood of the Feather God flows into his hands, and this troubled world can never end!

Nangong Yue finally realized the importance of the matter.

"Brother Jun, send our shadow team out, we must find the girl of the Feather God Clan before the Cangyun Tribe!" she pleaded.

Mo Jianjun listened, a rare trace of peace flashed on his weak face, he sat down and took a sip of a cup.

"Yue'er, let's wait, when Uncle Wang comes, let him preside over the army, and I will go with you to the Dazhan tribe. He said.

Nangong Yue hurriedly persuaded: "No, Brother Jun, as the young city lord of Huangtian, how can you risk your life?"

"No, in terms of command ability, I am not as strong as Uncle Wang, this time I am playing against the Cangyun tribe, I have no confidence...... Not to mention ......"

Mo Jianjun shook his wine glass, and the overflowing smell of wine filled the entire camp.

"Fu Cang Shaoxia...... He's also ......"

Fu Cang?!

Nangong Yue exclaimed "ah", and the generals looked at her one after another, thinking: Why is this girl so shocked?

But she didn't notice her gaffe, but grabbed Mo Jianjun's arm and asked anxiously, "Didn't Fu Cang Shaoxia go back......? Why are you in the Dazhan tribe again?"

"I don't know......" Mo Jianjun shook his head and said, "Bai Yilin said that he saved the girl of the Feather God Clan, and now he is being searched by the people of the Red Flame Pavilion......"

"It's too dangerous, no, I'm going to save him......"

"Yue'er!"

If it weren't for Mo Jianjun to stop her, she would almost turn into a shadow and leave.

"I want to remind you that since Fu Cang is in the Dazhan Tribe, it also means...... Blood Crystal is also ......"

"Blood Crystal?!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire camp was filled with the sound of inhalation. Last time, because of the blood crystal, a thunderstorm was enough for them, and they didn't want to experience it again.

The severity of the situation has further increased, and this is no longer a simple tribal invasion war, but a battle of fate related to the entire Shuozhou and the Great Land of the Divine Continent.

Everyone was silent, but the tent was silent. Someone crushed a teacup, someone gritted their teeth......

The generals felt unprecedented pressure, and they never thought that they would encounter the current situation when they only wanted to fight for their families.

In this battle, the Dazhan tribe can't be lost! The bloodline of the feather god can't be lost!

At the time of the catastrophe, Huangtian City, as the old department of Emperor Huan Tian, is burdened with the mission of maintaining the stability of Shuozhou!

"Report! Young City Lord! Flying Thunder General Wang Ming is coming with five hundred Flying Thunder Army!"

An urgent report came from outside the tent, and the pot exploded in the tent.

"The last general is going to fight!"

"The last general, please fight!!"

The generals got up one after another to accept the order, and the correct military salute all showed that they regarded death as home.

Mo Jianjun laughed heartily and held his wine glass high:

"Seeing you here, I wish all the generals a victory! Come back, let's drink this worry-free drunk again, not drunk!!"

"!"

At this moment, the entire barracks was boiling!

The Dazhan tribe, which is 800 miles away, is also brightly lit tonight, and the shouts are continuous.

Armies continued to break into the mountains, conducting carpet searches.

But the effect is not ideal.

The Red Flame Pavilion Master Zeng Shadiao was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the mountain forest, and at the same time, he scolded Zeng Teng, scolding so much that his face was red and his neck was thick.

"Gan Linniang, tell you to catch someone! You stepped on your mother and let people run away? Are you stupid to step on your mother?!"

Zeng Shadiao continued to scold, asking the family word by word, and did not leave his mother in three sentences, so that Zeng Teng lowered his head in shame.

How can a father insult his son in public? He even said, "Lao Tzu knew that today, he shouldn't have been to your mother!"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers around them looked sideways, and Zeng Teng could see their smiling expressions from a long distance.

Today, his face as the Young Pavilion Master of the Red Flame Pavilion was completely lost.

In my impression, Zeng Shadiao never seemed to have scolded himself like this.

What he didn't know was that tonight was the deadline given by the Cangyun tribe, and if Yu Ling'er couldn't be handed over tonight, Zeng Shadiao, the Red Flame Pavilion Master, would not be able to keep it.

This is about his power to maintain his life, he can't afford to lose, and even if he doesn't hesitate to send an army to guard the tribe, even if he digs three feet into the ground, he must find Yu Ling'er!

Watching the time pass bit by bit, Zeng Shadiao's heart cooled a lot.

At this moment, a fierce eagle roar came from mid-air! Then, a man in green clothes fell from the sky.

With a pale face and deep eyes, the man stood in front of Zeng Shadiao, and suddenly, a cold aura swept over, and everyone shivered.

"Rice bucket!!" the young man snorted coldly, but it was like thunder from the sky, slashing at Zeng Shadiao's heart.

“...... Yuan... Elder Yuan Yifan ?!!"

Zeng Shadiao greeted him with a smile, he trembled his legs, reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and anyone could see that Zeng Shadiao was afraid.

Zeng Teng heard the name of Yuan Yifan from Zeng Shadiao's mouth, and it is said that he is the elder of the Heaven Swallowing Alliance, and his strength is unfathomable.

At the same time, Yuan Yifan's methods are quite cruel. In the Battle of Heisei, he used the Blood Array to destroy all the Cangyun Monks and the Huangtian City Monks. In the Battle of Feiyun, he also used the old and weak women and children of the entire Feiyun tribe as sacrifices to awaken the sleeping beasts and mutilate hundreds of thousands of living beings!

If a person can be cruel to such an extent, he can no longer be considered a human being.

In the face of the "famous" Yuan Yifan, everyone will tremble and dare not sweat.

"What about people?" asked Yuan Yifan coldly, his pale face with a hint of murderous intent.

Zeng Shadiao wiped his sweat, and his trembling fingers pointed to the deep mountains. "Escape...... Escaped in......" He casually glanced at Yuan Yifan, and from those cold eyes, he read the bloodlust of hellish demons.

"A bunch of rice buckets!!" Yuan Yifan glanced at him, and in his eyes, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads to avoid his abyssal eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he once again turned into a huge white eagle and swept into the air, looking down on the mountains and forests with a pair of eagle eyes.

"The girl of the Feather God Clan, one of the twelve elders of the Swallowing Heaven Alliance, Yuan Yifan, please come out and meet the girl!"

The sound was not loud, but it was accompanied by an invisible momentum that rippled out, and in the blink of an eye, the entire jungle was covered!

"Yes...... Is it soul searching?!" Zeng Teng exclaimed.

The so-called soul searching technique is to use Xuan Qi to sense the location of Xuan Qi, which is usually used for search purposes. However, the scope of the soul searching technique is very affected by cultivation, and it is impossible for ordinary people to have such a large search range.

Obviously, Yuan Yifan is not an ordinary person.

In mid-air, Yuan Yifan closed his eyes, his mind manipulated the Xuan Qi, constantly sensing the location of the Xuan Qi in the jungle. He walked through the hills, through the trees, and finally, he settled on a cave.

"Hehehe, I found you......"

He opened his eyes slowly, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

And in the cave, Fu Cang suddenly woke up from his dream.

He gasped for air, his clothes soaked with sweat. He felt that there was a powerful cold aura locked on him, lingering for a long time.

He subconsciously looked at Ling'er, and his heart immediately hung up.