Chapter 1347: Nasty Wing Emperor

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Chapter 1347 Annoying Wing Emperor
Unable to say why, Mo Wentian always felt that this wing tribe was not simple.
"Little black snake, maybe a little bit about this wing family!"
Thinking about this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a flash of light in an instant.
"Little black snake, do you know the hidden race, the wing race?"
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and sent a message to the little black snake directly.
"Buzz ..."
The moment Mo Motian heard the sound, he received a reply from the little black snake.
Do not ask the heavens and mind to move a moment, shattered the note, and then the sound of the little black snake came to the ear.
"Emperor, this wing tribe is a flying race. Their bodies can be transformed into birds. Their bodies contain the blood of the ancient wing tribe!"
"The most powerful practice they practice is Mingshu!"
"Their chanting, rumors can disturb people's minds, so as to attack people, the emperor, if you meet the people of the Yi clan, you must avoid their chanting!"
The little black snake's voice came with a bit of concealment.
"Mingshu? Disturbing mind?"
"It's ridiculous to use this chanting technique to disturb the mind of the emperor!"
Listening to the little black snake, Mo Wentian instantly understood why the bird barked with a breath of death.
At the same time, Mo Wentian's eyes swept deeper.
Mo Wentian was a little curious about the wing emperor of this wing family.
The inner area of ​​the Tianji Mountains is in the inn of the Xuan Shen Temple.
"Little black snake, is it the voice that the boss told you?"
Xiao Yan's figure flickered, not far from the little black snake, looking at the little black snake, Xiao Yan said with a serious face.
"Master Huiyou, it's exactly what the emperor told me!"
"The emperor asked me about the hidden ethnic wing in this ancient relic!"
Looking at Xiao Yan, the little black snake said respectfully.
"Wings?"
"What race is this wing tribe? What kind of realm have their strength reached? The boss has met this wing tribe?"
Wen Yan said that Xiaoyan spoke all the questions in his heart.
"Master Huizheng, the emperor did not say that he did not meet the Yi people!"
"The emperor just asked me how much I knew about this wing family!"
In the eyes of the little black snake, there was a faint light, a deep voice.
"Then how much do you know about the situation of this wing tribe, you talk to my master!"
Xiaoxi coughed, looked at the little black snake, and said solemnly.
Since the shopkeeper in Youlong Inn called him an adult, Xiaoyu enjoyed the name very much, and from then on, Xiaoyu also called himself an adult.
"Okay, my sister!"
"This wing tribe is actually similar to the Tianniu tribe. They all contain the blood of ancient times. The disciples of the Tianniu tribe contain the blood of the ancient Tianniu. The disciples of this wing tribe contain the ancient wing. The blood of the tribe! "
"However, there are still huge differences in the cultivation of this wing family and the Tianniu tribe. The strongest of the Tianniu tribe is their physique, and the strongest of this wing tribe is their singing!"
The little black snake looked at Xiaoyao and quickly introduced Xiaoyi to this wing family.
"Mingshu?"
"What is this song?"
Hearing that Xiao Xiao's brow frowned, and asked puzzled.
"Sir, Xiaoming, this singing technique is almost the same as your Tianlong howling!"
"But your dragon's whistling is mainly strength, and this wing tribe's singing is focused on attacking people's minds!"
"The people of this wing clan mainly attack people's hearts through this song, and then shot and kill them. This is their trick!"
In the eyes of the little black snake, a ray of light passed by, a deep voice said.
"Attack the mind?"
"This wing is really insidious!"
Listening to the little black snake's words, Xiao Yan's expression froze for a moment.
"Boss must never meet this wing family!"
"Of course, the boss's strength is already good, but this wing family is so sinister martial arts ..."
At this moment, Hun Tian stretched out her furry claws, scratched her head, and said her face was sober.
"The old convention is okay, even if it meets the people of this wing tribe, the boss will be fine!"
Before Xia Tian's words were finished, he was interrupted by Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan's voice was full of nagging. He seemed very confident about Mo Wentian.
And just when Xiaoyan and Magic Sky were worried about asking questions.
Out of the Tianji Mountains, Mo Wentian followed the boy and came to the entrance of the valley.
"Master Yi, you are going to invite the emperor of the Kingdom of Devour, the disciples have brought it!"
The boy knelt down directly towards the entrance of the valley, his voice was even more respectful.
"Hmm ..."
With the words of the teenager, a terrible bird sounded again.
With the sound of the bird's bark, a terrible murderous energy mixed with a mysterious force spread instantly.
"The wing emperor of this wing tribe, let this emperor come, and even exert such power, it is really annoying!"
Although this tweet from Wing Emperor has nothing to do with Mo Wentian, especially the tweet, if he wants to attack his mind, he can't even touch Mo Wutian's mind.
But this wing emperor asked him to come here, but before he saw it, the wing emperor had already used martial arts.
Before he met, the impression of the wing emperor had been greatly reduced in Mo Wentian's heart.
And at that moment, the tweet stopped abruptly.
"Booming ..."
There was a loud noise.
Immediately, a figure came out of the valley.
This man is a middle-aged man. The power of this man is immense, and a boundless coercion is spreading out.
"The emperor who engulfed the kingdom of heaven came, and the emperor had a long-distance welcome. He also hoped to ask the emperor forgive me!
The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
What's more, talking about the middle-aged man even reaching out to Mo Wentian, the smile looks like Mo Wentian is a friend he hasn't seen in years.
"Are you missing me?"
"Wing Emperor, it seems that when Bendi is following your people, you start to welcome Bendi with your voice!"
The indifferent voice sounded, and the expression of Mo Tian was indifferent.
Looking at Yi Huang's hand reaching towards himself, Mo Wentian left it directly, and his hand was not held.
"Ask the Emperor, Keke ..."
"You have misunderstood the Emperor. The Emperor has just been practicing, but it is not for you to ask the Emperor!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's remarks, Yihuang slightly froze and looked back. Yihuang emperor's eyes flashed a complex light.
But it was just a moment, the complex eyes flashed away, looking at Mo Wentian, the smile rising from the corner of his mouth became richer.