The Ancient Vast Realm

Regarding this matter, big figures like the Master of the Ksitigarbha Palace would not only not stop it, but also agreed with it. Only in this way could they sharpen their disciples and inspire their morale to practice.

However, Wu Lao didn't care about this. He had equally vicious eyes. He had watched Feng Xuan grow up and had great confidence in Feng Xuan. He didn't think that Feng Xuan would be unable to withstand the troubles made by other geniuses.

"This is a good thing, but everything can only be carried out after you arrive at the Holy Land safely. It is not an easy task to meet the Lord of the Ksitigarbha Palace. This is probably a small test for you by the Lord of the Palace. In short, you must seize this opportunity. This is a great opportunity. This kind of luck has not happened in the entire Canglan Mountains for thousands of years. If you succeed in becoming a disciple, even the human race in the entire Canglan Mountains will follow. You can take advantage of it”

Wu Lao was afraid that Feng Xuan didn't know the importance of this matter, so he emphasized it again and again.

"What!"

Hearing this, Feng Xuan was extremely shocked. Just by becoming a disciple, the realm he belonged to would also benefit from it. What kind of power could this have such influence?

However, Feng Xuan forced himself to calm down for a moment. In any case, he had not even seen the face of the Master of the Ksitigarbha Palace. Although the other party intended to accept him as a disciple, this matter had not happened yet. No matter what, Feng Xuan felt sorry for this in his heart. The powerful seniors of the celebrity race are extremely respected. If the other party had not arrived in time, I am afraid that he and the entire Xuanying Mountain would have been wiped out by the foreign strongman in the death world. Moreover, the other party also cured all his injuries. Otherwise, I don’t know if I can catch up with this opportunity to go to the Holy Land.

"I understand, Mr. Wu"

Feng Xuan will keep this in mind, and he will definitely go to the Holy Land to become his disciple. Feng Xuan will not let go of the opportunity to become his disciple to such a powerful and powerful person, whether it is the other party who is kind to his Black Eagle Tribe or the other party. Maybe even knowing about his Feng clan, he wouldn't be able to give up.

Feng Xuan can also understand that if the other party is not likely to have an old bloodline with him, he will not be so special to him. Although Feng Xuan considers himself a genius with good talents, it is impossible for the other party to be so powerful just because of himself. His qualifications gave him such preferential treatment.

According to the witch elder's oral account, such a powerful man would actually be angry because of the weakness of his own clan. This shows that the other party must not have any ill intentions towards his clan.

"Okay, you should have a good rest. The time for the arrival of the Holy Land Messenger is very close, and you need to prepare in advance."

Seeing that Feng Xuan understood the importance of this matter, Wu Lao stood up, patted his robe, and slowly walked out the door while shaking the cattail leaf fan.

Feng Xuan quickly got out of bed and sent the old wizard to the gate of Feng's courtyard. He watched the old wizard slowly walk towards the Witch Sacrifice Hall under the escort of several guard soldiers.

After Wu Lao and his party walked away, Feng Xuan suddenly realized that the sky had completely darkened. The three-round silver moon had quietly emerged from the clouds at some point, emitting a soft light as white as jade. , dots of stars guard behind the silver moon, making it more sacred, and a gust of wind blows, bringing tranquility and a light fragrance of flowers.

At this moment, Feng Xuan suddenly heard small but strange calls coming one after another from the direction of the eagle's nest, which were very similar to Xiao Qi's calls.

Feng Xuan's eyes darkened slightly when he heard this strange cry. Even if he hadn't seen it, he understood that it was the cry of Xiao Ba and Xiao Jiu. In the past, whenever these two little guys called like this, Xiao Qi would give them... They brought some food, but now, Xiao Qi is no longer there.

Feng Xuan flew towards the eagle's nest, but stopped in mid-air when he was approaching, and just hung in mid-air looking at the scene below.

Under the huge eagle's nest, Xuan Shuang held a small bowl in her hand, which contained some blood-eating viscera. Beside her, there were two small black eagles that looked like fat chickens, resisting her feeding. , just flapping its wings and calling for something, the voice was confused and anxious, and not far from the two small black eagles, two tribal warriors were looking here with sad faces.

Feng Xuan looked at this scene in silence, and he understood everything instantly.

At this time, Feng Xuan seemed to notice something. He raised his head slightly and looked at the eagle's nest above. He saw Ying Dazheng squatting on the edge of the huge eagle's nest, staring at him silently. Feng Xuan also saw it in Ying Da's eyes. Sisi felt sad. Obviously, in its heart, Xiao Qi being captured was equivalent to death.

"Ying Da... I will find Xiao Qi..."

Feng Xuan opened his mouth and subconsciously transmitted this thought.

As if he felt Feng Xuan's thoughts, Ying Da's dim eyes lit up slightly, he raised his head and looked at Feng Xuan, without disturbing the others, he just nodded his huge head towards Feng Xuan, and then slowly moved his body. Back into the darkness.

Feng Xuan stood in mid-air, feeling the cold wind blowing in his face. Unknowingly, he clenched his fists slightly. He took one last look at the people below, and then silently flew back to the Feng Family courtyard.

Xuanying Tribe, a reception stone house, the originally spacious stone house was already crowded with people, and all the human tribes near Xuanying Mountain were seated here.

The costumes of these people are all different, and they are obviously people from different human clans and tribes. Among them are some large-scale wandering tribes. Although they cannot establish tribes without the support of totems, their strength cannot be underestimated.

Xuan Niu and Xuan Ling sat on the main seats in the stone house, quietly looking at the noisy crowd below.

"Everyone, I know the purpose of your coming here. I have already said that this is a Xuan Ying from my Xuan Ying tribe who awakened his bloodline but was kidnapped by the powerful aliens from the world that suddenly arrived. You should I have seen that scene before, so I don’t need to say more. As for that world, I don’t even know the origin of Xuan Ying’s witchcraft ceremony. If you are interested, you can go to the Lishang tribe and ask the white witches.”

Seeing that the discussion seemed to be getting louder and louder, Xuan Niu felt impatient and said in a deep voice.

After hearing Xuan Niu's explanation, some of the people below seemed to be surprised, but there were still some people who scoffed at what Xuan Niu said.

At this moment, a muscular man with a huge war hammer stood up, bowed slightly, clasped his fists and asked:

"I have seen this matter today. Naturally, I believe what the leader Xuan Niu said. But I wonder if the vision of heaven and earth after that is also related to your tribe? After all, these visions of heaven and earth are too terrifying. Please invite Xuan Niu The big boss tells you one or two!”

Although this person did not seem to speak forcefully, his twinkling eyes and strange look could not be hidden from Black Bull's eyes.