Chapter 1347

Can't say why, don't ask the sky, always feel that this wing clan is not simple.

"Little black snake, maybe he knows something about this winged clan!"

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a flash of light.

"Little black snake, do you know the hidden race, the winged race?"

The next moment, don't ask the sky without the slightest hesitation, directly to the little black snake.

"Buzzing..."

At the moment when Mo Wentian heard the sound, he received a reply from the little black snake.

Don't ask the sky. If you move your mind, you will break the notes in an instant. Then, the voice of the little black snake will instantly come to your ears.

"Emperor, this wing clan is a flying race. Their bodies can be turned into birds. Their bodies contain the blood of ancient wing clan!"

"The most powerful skill they cultivate is Mingshu!"

"It is said that their singing skills can disturb people's minds and attack people in this way. Emperor, if you meet people of the wing clan, you must avoid their singing skills!"

In the little black snake's voice, there was something difficult to hide.

"Singing skill? Disturbing the mind?"

"It's ridiculous to want to disturb the emperor's mind with this Ming skill!"

Listening to the little black snake's words, don't ask the sky and instantly understand why the bird's cry has 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 the wing clan.

And in the inner region of Tianji mountain, in the inn of Xuanshen temple.

"Little black snake, did the boss give you the sound?"

Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and fell not far from the little black snake. Looking at the little black snake, Xiao Jiao said with a serious face.

"Report back to Lord Xiaojiao. It's the emperor who sent me a message!"

"The emperor asked me about the hidden race wing clan in the ancient relics!"

Looking at Xiao Jiao, little black snake said respectfully.

"Wing clan?"

"What kind of race is this wing clan? What level of strength have they reached? Has the boss met this wing clan?"

Hearing the words, Xiao Jiao said all the questions in his heart.

"Report back to Lord Xiaojiao. The Emperor didn't say whether he met the people of the wing clan!"

"The Emperor just asked me how much I know about the situation of this wing clan!"

The little black snake's eyes flashed a light and a deep voice.

"Then how much do you know about the situation of this wing clan? Tell me!"

Xiao Jiao coughed softly and looked at the little black snake with a serious look.

Since the shopkeeper of the Youlong Inn called him an adult, Xiao Jiao enjoyed the name very much. From then on, Xiao Jiao also called himself an adult.

"OK, Lord Xiao Jiao!"

"This wing clan is actually similar to the tianniu clan. Their bodies contain ancient blood. The disciples of the tianniu clan contain ancient tianniu blood, while the disciples of the wing clan contain ancient wing clan blood!"

"However, there is still a huge difference between the winged clan and the tianniu clan in terms of cultivation. On this day, the strongest thing of the Niu clan is their physique, and the strongest thing of the winged clan is their singing skill!"

Little black snake looked at little Jiao and hurriedly introduced the wing clan to little Jiao.

"Mingshu?"

"What is this Mingshu?"

Hearing the words, Xiao Jiao's eyebrows frowned tightly, and asked with a puzzled face.

"Xiaojiao, this roaring skill is similar to your dragon roaring!"

"But your dragon roar is mainly strength, and this wing clan's roar skill focuses on attacking people's minds!"

"The people of this wing clan mainly attack people's minds through this Warcraft, and then kill them. This is their unique skill!"

In the eyes of the little black snake, a trace of light flashed and a deep voice said.

"Attack people's minds?"

"This wing clan is really sinister!"

Listening to little black snake's words, little Jiao's expression was instantly cold.

"Boss, don't meet this wing clan!"

"The boss's strength is certainly good, but this wing clan has such sinister martial arts..."

At this time, magic day stretched out his furry claws and scratched his head, with a dignified way on his face.

"The boss will be fine. Even if he meets this winged clan, the boss must be fine!"

Huan Tian's words were interrupted by Xiao Jiao before he finished.

Xiao Jiao's voice was full of sonority. He seemed to be very confident about Mo Wentian.

And just when Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian were worried about not asking the sky.

In the outer region of Tianji mountain, Mo Wentian followed the boy and came to the entrance of the valley.

"Lord wing, the emperor of the kingdom of devouring gods you want to invite has been brought by his disciples!"

The boy knelt down directly towards the entrance of the valley, and his voice was even more respectful.

"Haw..."

As soon as the boy said this, a terrible bird song sounded again.

With the sound of the bird, a terrible murderous spirit mixed with a mysterious force spread instantly.

"It's annoying that the winged emperor of the winged clan should use such strength when he asked him to come!"

Although the cry of the wing emperor is irrelevant to Mo Wentian, especially if it wants to attack his mind, it can't even touch Mo Wentian's mind.

But the winged emperor asked someone to invite him here, but before this person saw it, the winged emperor had already used his martial arts.

Before we met, the impression of the winged emperor had been greatly discounted in Mo Wentian's heart.

At this time, the cry suddenly stopped.

"Boom..."

A violent sound came.

Then, I saw a figure coming out of the valley.

This man is a middle-aged man. His power is immense, and a boundless pressure spreads out.

"When the emperor who ate the kingdom of God came, the emperor lost his welcome. I hope to ask the emperor's opinion!"

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian, and a smile came up at the corners of his mouth.

What's more, the middle-aged man actually stretched out his hand directly to Mo Wentian. His smiling appearance seemed to be like Mo Wentian's best friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Have you lost your welcome?"

"Wing emperor, it seems that when the emperor is following your people, you begin to welcome the emperor with your voice!"

Indifferent voice sounded, don't ask the sky, indifferent.

Looking at the hand that the wing emperor stretched out to him, Mo Wentian directly put aside, and didn't shake it.

"Ask the emperor, cough..."

"You misunderstood the emperor. The emperor was just practicing, not asking the emperor for you!"

Listen to don't ask the sky, the wing emperor was slightly stunned, and came back to God. A complex light flashed in the depths of the wing emperor's eyes.

But it was just a flash. The complicated eyes flashed away. Looking at Mo Wentian, the smile raised at the corners of his mouth became more and more rich.