C1041 Ling tian's death

In the air, the Blue Feather Eagle spread out its huge wings. Like a cloud that hung in the sky, it cut through the clouds with a crackling sound and flew into the distance like lightning.

On the Blue Feather Eagle's back, Ling Yun sat cross-legged with his eyes closed while cultivating. A hazy light enveloped him, turning into two colors, black and white.

Not far away, Qin Feng was still sleeping, his breathing was stable. With every breath, spirit energy would flow into his body, and with his body covered with a layer of dense and solid silvery-white dragon scale, he gave off a feeling of indestructibility.

Other than the blood on the torn white robe on his body, there was no trace of him being seriously injured or having experienced a fierce battle before.

Inside the ruins, danger lurked everywhere, and it was everywhere. Even in the sky, there were times when people would be unlucky enough to encounter a lightning strike, getting electrocuted to the point where the inside was tender and the head was filled with black smoke.

Along the way, even though Ling Yun's Blue Feather Eagle was a third stage Demon King and had the noble bloodline of a fifth stage Demonic Beast, it had still suffered from at least ten attacks.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

He was currently cultivating the mysterious Upanishads, and was meditating on the two powerful cultivation methods of the Hungmeng Supreme Spell and the Tai yin-yang meridian. He wanted to comprehend one or two moves that were similar to the Yin Yang Arts he had comprehended earlier, but progress was slow, almost nil.

But Ling Yun did not give up, how powerful were these two techniques, how could the innate divine abilities and techniques be comprehended so easily?

At the same time, this kind of comprehension would allow him to become more and more familiar with the two cultivation techniques. At the same time, this type of comprehension would allow him to become more and more familiar with the two cultivation techniques.

Just as Ling Yun was comprehending something, an anxious voice pierced his ear drums, and entered his ears.

Ling Yun frowned, he slowly opened his eyes, what a rare opportunity that was just destroyed like that, he did not know how long he would have to wait, but he endured the urge to boil a pot of Blue Feather Eagle, and asked: "What happened?"

After saying that, he noticed that the Blue Feather Eagle had been circling around him and was no longer flying forward. Recalling his previous instructions, Ling Yun's heart tightened.

"Master, I just saw a person that you've made me pay attention to. He seems to be being hunted." The Blue Feather Eagle could hear that Ling Yun's voice was slightly ice-cold, and her body trembled as she hurriedly explained.

"Hmm?" Ling Yun's expression moved, and slowly became eerily cold. He coldly snorted and said: "Go down and take a look, I actually want to see who has the guts to make a move against my Soaring Cloud Empire's people."

"Yes sir!"

With a reply, the Blue Feather Eagle immediately dove down from the clouds.

Below him was a dense forest, with towering trees that reached into the sky, and the aura of a powerful Demonic Beast.

A youth with a body covered in blood quickly rushed through the dense forest. His face was deathly pale, and his aura fluctuated chaotically; it was obvious that he had suffered a heavy injury.

Looking at his appearance, it was a young man with average looks. His name was Fang Kun, a Heaven's Pride from the Ling Xiao Heaven's Pride Board, and he was at odds with Wang Yin, a member of the imperial family.

"What should we do? If they do not get help from the royal family, crown prince Ling Tian will probably be in danger. "

Fang Kun's mouth revealed a bitter and bitter smile as he muttered to himself.

In this vast and endless ancient ruin, the 1000 people that entered were like bowls of water being poured into a vast ocean. Not a single ripple could be seen. Wanting to find and encounter them was extremely difficult.