Zhang Yifeng coughed lightly: "Have you asked for your grand name yet?"
"Xuan Qingxuan, this son is a junior in my clan, Xuan Zi Ding."
Xuan Qingxuan has dignified and elegant facial features. Although she doesn't look charming, the coldness between her eyebrows and eyes makes Xuan Qingxuan feel a transcendent aura around her.
"Zi Ding, why don't you apologize to your senior?"
After the words came, Xuan Zi, who was pressed by two crab generals, said reluctantly: "I am very reckless in my actions, and I hope that my seniors will forgive me."
Zhang Yifeng's gaze was directly at Xuan Qingxuan in front of him. After a long time, through Xuan Qingxuan's body, he saw a black air lingering in the bloodline.
The black air filled Xuan Qingxuan's blood and soul, and she had no way to detect and distinguish, but she had a real existence.
Feeling Zhang Yifeng's gaze, after a long time, Xuan Qingxuan frowned slightly: "Have you seen enough?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows: "The root of this curse obstacle your clan suffers lies in the bloodline itself."
"Nonsense, my Northern Wu Ao tribe's bloodline inherits the Northern Ji Xuantian Zhenwu Demon Emperor, and all evil is not invaded, how could it be as you said!"
Beside Xuan Qingxuan, the other woman shouted violently, her eyes full of anger.
It seemed that Zhang Yifeng's words just now touched her reverse scales.
Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly: "What I said is what I see, without any falsehood. If you don't believe it, you will look at yourself in the law of the soul."
After the words came to an end, Xuan Qingxuan frowned a little more: "Kill the Demon Saint, are you looking for happiness with us?"
"Um?"
"We are looking at ourselves, but there is nothing strange."
At this time, Xuan Qingxuan's voice was already filled with a little coldness. Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes and looked at Qing Yurou on the side: "You may see the dirty air in their bodies?"
"I can vaguely detect it."
Qing Yurou's words strengthened Zhang Yifeng's thoughts. This problem must be based on the bloodline of Xuan Qingxuan and others.
Even if someone targets the Beiwu Ao tribe, he must start from the blood source.
"laugh!"
Zhang Yifeng's palm pierced Xuan Ziding's waist and dug out a piece of flesh and blood.
The speed was so fast that even Xuan Qingxuan, a powerful person in the holy realm, did not capture the slightest.
Xuan Ziding wailed repeatedly, and angry curses followed. Xuan Qingxuan and the two Saint Realm powerhouses beside him were about to take action to suppress Zhang Yifeng, when a ray of spiritual energy passed through the flesh and blood.
"Sheep!"
A stream of blue smoke appeared, and then the blue smoke became filthy and smelled of fishy smell. In Zhang Yifeng's hands, the flesh and blood that belonged to Xuan Zi Ding's waist began to turn black.
The blood that was originally blue also became mixed with black blood lines at this time, and the blood lines seemed to be still squirming, which was very strange.
In just a few breaths, the flesh and blood completely decayed and dissipated, leaving only a shocking scene that was reflected in everyone's sight.
"After such a big incident in your Beiwu Ao tribe, no one has checked what has changed in the body?"
Zhang Yifeng looked at everyone, with a sense of confusion in his eyes.
Xuan Qingxuan's face was solemn at this time. Zhang Yifeng's bold move just now proved that Zhang Yifeng was not a liar who came to commit fraud.
But this result made Xuan Qingxuan not know how to accept it.
"After the death of our tribe, the people in our tribe, returned to the ruins with this body and turned into a part of the Netherworld."
At this time, Qing Yurou fell beside Zhang Yifeng: "The imperial clan has its own means to deal with the deceased monks."
"Don't delay here if you kill the Demon Saint, please go to the palace to talk."
For the thousand years, for the powerful emperors in the Northern Wu Ao clan, it is just a drop in the ocean and is not worth mentioning.
However, for the Northern Wu Ao clan monks who are holy realms, even the supreme realms, or even lower realms, this is a catastrophe that is enough to completely erase the Northern Wu Ao clan from the world.
But even the powerful emperors of the Beiwu Ao clan cannot even wake up, so how can they help them?
At this moment, Xuan Qingxuan saw a glimmer of hope in Zhang Yifeng. Even if the hope was quite small, she could only be a silence at this time.
"please."
Xuan Qingxuan bowed and said, Zhang Yifeng nodded and headed towards the steps below the sea.
Looking at Zhang Yifeng's back, the man beside Xuan Qingxuan whispered: "Sister Qingxuan, a guy with unknown origin, can it really work?"
"Xianshi has already given you and me the answer. If this curse obstacle cannot be solved, the entire Beiwu Ao tribe will turn into dust in less than ten years.
Even if he can't do it now, I'm willing to give it a try. This is the last hope."
Xuan Qingxuan said, and a hint of fatigue appeared on her cold face.
Over the years, Xuan Qingxuan has found a solution, but without exception, it has almost no effect.
No one can tell whether Zhang Yifeng's arrival is a life-saving straw or the last straw that broke the camel's back.
But Xuan Qingxuan is willing to gamble, as she said, this is the last hope of the Beiwu Ao tribe.
As they entered the sea bottom, night pearls of all sizes appeared in the dark cold sea water. These night pearls shone brightly on the entire sea bottom, as if not inferior to the ground.
And in the package of this night pearl, the magnificent palace, red walls, green tiles, and golden jade steps were presented in front of Zhang Yifeng.
Although this place is not a Dragon Palace, it is quite different.
Under the leadership of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, Zhang Yifeng and Xuan Qingxuan walked into the palace.
"If I didn't feel it wrong, the true form of the Demon Saint should be a human race, right?"
Xuan Qingxuan's sudden words made Zhang Yifeng raise his eyebrows and said, "You can feel it in this way. Why can't you notice the problem with your own bloodline? "
"This is really not a mistake for our tribe. If the Demon Saint had not taken action today, I'm afraid even if my Beiwu Ao tribe was destroyed, it would be difficult to know what was going on."
The two of them said, walking on the white jade board road in this palace, Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly.
There was a gloomy and dead aura in the entire palace. No, it was more appropriate to say that it was an old and weak aura.
"How many tribes are there in the Beiwuao clan now?"
"Less than three hundred people."
Xuan Qingxuan answered truthfully without any concealment.
Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched, and now there are less than 300 people left in the imperial clan. If it weren't for any accident, Zhang Yifeng would never have had an intersection with the Northern Wu Ao clan.
If so, the ultimate solution of the Beiwu Ao tribe is to destroy.
"Is there any way to control Zhenwu Xuan Armor in your clan?"
After a moment, Zhang Yifeng stopped and asked.
This is the purpose of my trip.
Only with enough benefits can Zhang Yifeng take action to rescue him.
When Xuan Qingxuan heard this, she did not hesitate at all. A jade slip flew out and fell into Zhang Yifeng's hands.
"This is the method of using Zhenwu Xuan Armor. I hope the Demon Saint will do his best to clear the curse obstacles for our clan."
Chapter completed!