He couldn't explain why, but Mo Wentian always felt that this Wing Clan was not simple.
"Little Black Snake, maybe you know something about this Wing Clan!"
Thinking like this, a flash of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Little Black Snake, do you know about the hidden race, the Wing Clan?"
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all and directly sent a message to the little black snake.
"Buzzing..."
And the moment Mo Wentian heard the message, he received the reply from the little black snake.
Mo Wentian's mind moved, and he instantly shattered the transmission note, and then, the voice of the little black snake came to his ears instantly.
"Emperor, this Wing Clan is a flying race. Their bodies can transform into birds. Their bodies contain the blood of the ancient Wing Clan!"
"The most powerful technique they practice is the singing technique!"
"Their singing skills are rumored to be able to disturb people's minds and use them to attack people. Emperor Lord, if you meet people from the Wing Clan, be sure to avoid their singing skills!"
The little black snake's voice contained a hint of unconcealed exhortation.
"Sounding technique? Disturbing the mind?"
"It's ridiculous that you want to disturb the emperor's mind with just this singing skill!"
Listening to the little black snake's words, Mo Wentian instantly understood why the bird's cry had an aura 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.
In the inner domain of Tianji Mountains, in the inn of Xuan Temple.
"Little Black Snake, is this the message the boss sent you?"
Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and landed not far from Little Black Snake. Looking at Little Black Snake, Xiao Jiao said with a serious face.
"Replying to Master Xiaojiao, this is the message the Emperor sent me!"
"The emperor asked me about the hidden race Wing Clan in this ancient ruins!"
Looking at the little dragon, the little black snake said respectfully.
"Wing Clan?"
"What race is this Wing Clan? What level of strength have they reached? Has the boss met someone from this Wing Clan?"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao spoke out all the questions in his mind.
"Reporting to Master Xiaojiao, the Emperor did not say whether he met anyone from the Yi Clan or not!"
"The emperor just asked me how much I know about the situation of this wing clan!"
A flash of light flashed in the little black snake's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.
"Then how much do you know about the situation of this Wing Clan? You should tell me about it!"
The little dragon coughed lightly, looked at the little black snake, and said seriously.
Ever since the shopkeeper of Youlong Inn called him "sir", Xiaojiao really enjoyed this title, and from then on Xiaojiao also called himself "sir".
"Okay, Master Xiaojiao!"
"This Wing Clan is actually similar to the Tianniu Clan. They all contain the blood of the ancients. The disciples of the Tianniu Clan contain the blood of the Ancient Longhorns, and the disciples of this Wing Clan contain the blood of the ancient Winged Clan. The blood of the clan!”
"However, there is a huge difference between the Winged Clan and the Longhorn Clan in terms of cultivation. The Longhorn Clan's strongest strength is their physique, while the Winged Clan's strongest strength is their singing skills!"
Little Black Snake looked at Xiao Jiao and quickly introduced the Wing Clan to Xiao Jiao.
"Singing technique?"
"What is this singing technique?"
Hearing this, Xiaojiao frowned and asked with a puzzled face.
"Master Xiaojiao, this singing technique is almost the same as your Heavenly Dragon Roar!"
"But your Heavenly Dragon Roar is mainly about power, while the Wing Clan's roaring technique focuses on attacking people's minds!"
"The people of this Wing Clan mainly use this singing technique to attack people's minds, and then kill them. This is their unique skill!"
The little black snake's eyes flashed with gleams of light, and he said in a deep voice.
"Attack someone's mind?"
"This Wing Clan is really insidious!"
Hearing what Little Black Snake said, Little Jiao's expression turned cold instantly.
"Boss, please don't meet this wing clan!"
"The boss's strength is certainly good, but the Wing Clan's insidious martial arts..."
At this moment, Huantian stretched out his furry paws, scratched his head, and said solemnly.
"Boss will be fine. Even if he meets someone from this wing clan, Boss will be fine!"
Before Huan Tian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xiao Jiao.
Xiaojiao's voice was full of sonority, and he seemed to be very confident in Mo Wentian.
Just when Xiaojiao and Huantian were worried about Mo Wentian.
In the outer domain of the Tianji Mountains, Mo Wentian followed the young man to the entrance of the valley.
"Lord Yihuang, the disciple of the emperor of the Heaven-Eating Kingdom you want to invite has already been brought!"
The young man knelt down directly towards the entrance of the valley, his voice even more respectful.
"Chirp..."
As soon as the young man said this, a terrifying bird call sounded again.
As the bird's cry rang out, a terrifying murderous aura mixed with a mysterious power spread instantly.
"This Wing Emperor of the Wing Clan asked me to come here, but he still used such power. It's really disgusting!"
Although the chirping of Yihuang was insignificant to Mo Wentian, especially this chirping, which wanted to attack his mind, could not even touch Mo Wentian's mind at all.
But the Wing Emperor asked someone to invite him here, but before the person saw him, the Wing Emperor had already used his martial arts.
Even before they met, the impression of this Wing Emperor had already been greatly reduced in Mo Wentian's mind.
But at this moment, the chirping sound suddenly stopped.
"Rumble..."
There was a violent sound.
Immediately, a figure was seen walking out of the valley.
This person is a middle-aged man. The power on this person is immense, and a boundless pressure spreads out.
"The Emperor of the Devouring Heaven Divine Kingdom is here. I am a little far behind to greet you. I hope that the Emperor of Heaven will forgive me!"
The middle-aged man looked at Mo Wentian with a smile on his lips.
What's more, as he spoke, the middle-aged man actually stretched out his hand to Mo Wentian. His smiling face seemed to be a good friend of Mo Wentian whom he had not seen for many years.
"Have you missed the welcome?"
"Emperor Yi, it seems that when I follow your people, you start to welcome me with your voice!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent.
Looking at Yihuang's hand stretched out towards him, Mo Wentian directly put it away without shaking his hand.
"Ask the Emperor of Heaven, cough cough..."
"You have misunderstood me. I was practicing just now, and I didn't ask the Emperor of Heaven specifically for you!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Yihuang was slightly stunned. When he came to his senses, a complex look flashed in the depths of Yihuang's eyes.
But it was only for a moment, that complicated look in his eyes flashed away, and when he looked at Mo Wentian, the smile on his lips became stronger and stronger.