Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The array of rays reached the sky, and everyone in the Hanlu tribe had extremely solemn expressions.

They all wore precious armor, and their magic weapons were across the sky, staring at the west.

The west was 7.32 million miles away, in the extremely cold abyss, where the Jiao-scaled Skybird was.

The Great Demon of Hedao!

"Daoist Qingdi, do you think the Hanlu tribe can subdue the Jiao-scaled Skybird?" Liu Yuyan spoke slowly, with some uneasiness in his eyes.

Of course, the Hanlu tribe had already made it clear that they didn't need to participate in the capture of the Hanlu tribe.

But apart from the Jiao-scaled Skybird, what else could they face?

The price paid by the Hanlu tribe to invite them was definitely not light.

Qin Xuan did not respond, and Liu Yuyan, who was used to Qin Xuan's indifference, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Beside the two of them, there were many Fanxu Daojun.

In groups of three or five, or in pairs, they also had solemn expressions nearby.

There was no sound in the formation, and Bai Ling's figure could not be seen clearly under the formation light.

"Ling'er!" There was pain in Bai Que's eyes. He knew that Bai Ling had taken on too much.

The elder beside him couldn't help but sighed, "Patriarch, don't worry. Although there is pain, it won't damage Ling'er's foundation within an incense stick."

"In an incense stick, will the Jiao-scaled Skybird come?" Bai Que's voice contained grief.

The elder took a deep breath and said slowly, "Jiao-scaled Skybird, our tribe has been studying it for tens of thousands of years. The tribe leader knows it better than me, right?"

The two spoke in low voices, but the fifth elder raised his mouth slightly, outlining a sarcastic arc.

Silence, the Hanlu tribe was as heavy as if a mountain was pressing down, silence.

No one spoke, and there was fear in the eyes of the Hanlu tribe members. Most of them had never seen the Jiao-scaled Skybird.

But the two words "fourth rank" were enough to make them feel cold all over, even colder than the extreme cold of Tian Cang Star.

An incense stick of time passed quietly.

A hoarse roar seemed to be heard from the formation.

Bai Ling had almost reached his limit. The pain of blood being drawn and bones being broken lasted for an incense stick of time. In fact, he had to stay awake, otherwise the formation would be half as effective as it should be.

Bai Que's face became more and more ugly, "Call back the formation, Ling'er can't hold on any longer!"

"No!" Just as he finished speaking, the fifth elder beside him suddenly said, "He is a guilty person, what's the point of enduring some pain?"

"A fourth-grade demon, his intelligence is not inferior to you and me. If his aura suddenly disappears, who can guarantee that the Jiao-scale Skybird will come next time!?"

The fifth elder stood up and said righteously, "Are the dead elders not as important as the momentary pain of your son Bai Que?"

"You!" Bai Que stood up angrily, "Bullshit, Ling'er..."

Bai Que was almost angered by the words of the fifth elder, and his anger was overwhelming.

Suddenly, in the distance, a bird chirped, resounding through the world.

Its sound was like a sharp knife sweeping across the entire Hanlu tribe.

Some glaciers cracked, clouds dispersed, and some cultivators of the Hanlu tribe had blood in their ears and screamed in pain.

"What's that sound!"

"The dragon-scaled sky bird? Hiss, it's worthy of being a fourth-grade monster. Just the sound of a bird is so terrifying!"

"Look, that's..."

In the eyes of everyone, in the west, under the sun of the three suns, a huge black shadow came from a distance and gradually grew larger.

Until, that shadow appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Bird head, dragon scales, wingspan... ten thousand feet!

"How can this be a bird? It's ten thousand feet long!"

"No, we have to be careful!"

"Fourth-grade monster, this is a fourth-grade monster!"

Sounds of fear and shock swept over the sky of the Cold Heron Tribe.

The dragon-scaled sky bird, a ten thousand foot long body, silver wings like covering the sky.

With a shake of its wings, the terrifying wind pressure fell on the Cold Wind Tribe like an endless blade.

The glaciers cracked, and the palaces and buildings trembled wildly. Even the Taoist was too small in front of this fourth-grade monster.

"Hanlu Tribe!"

The Jiao-Scaled Skybird spoke, and the terrifying voice swept the entire Hanlu Tribe. This fourth-grade monster actually spoke human language.

"Do it!"

Bai Que roared at this moment, and in an instant, he sacrificed a huge net in his hand.

Fourth-grade treasure! Dragon-catching net!

In an instant, this net rose against the sky, starting and ending at ten thousand feet, trying to cover the Jiao-Scaled Skybird in it.

"Is this a fourth-grade treasure? The Hanlu Tribe hid it so deeply!"

"It seems that the Hanlu Tribe came prepared. Even if it is the Jiao-Scaled Skybird, if it is trapped by this fourth-grade treasure, it will not be able to escape easily!"

"No wonder the Hanlu Tribe is confident that it can capture this Jiao-Scaled Skybird!"

Every one of the many Daojuns was shocked.

The ten-thousand-foot bird and the ten-thousand-foot net seemed to touch each other in the air in an instant.

SuddenlySuddenly, the Jiao-Scale Skybird disappeared from the sky.

"What!?"

The sudden change stunned the happy members of the Hanfeng tribe and the relieved inviters.

Under the ten-thousand-foot dragon-catching net, a ray of silver light swept across the sky and rushed out of the dragon-catching net.

"How ridiculous, you think you can trap me by using magic weapons?" The Jiao-Scale Skybird, which instantly turned from a ten-thousand-foot body to the size of a palm, spoke in a human voice with an extremely sarcastic tone.

The Jiao-Scale Skybird's eyes revealed murderous intent, "The thief who stole my heir, die!"

He rushed straight to Baique, so fast that even the eyes of the crowd could not keep up.

"Jiao-scaled Skybird, my Cold Heron Tribe only takes dead eggs. If you don't want them, even if my Cold Heron Tribe doesn't take them, they will be buried in the wind and snow." Quietly, the void cracked, and a palm happened to appear in front of the Jiao-scaled Skybird.

The palm seemed to contain terrifying principles, and there was a faint sound of egrets calling to the sky.

In an instant, the palm pinched the Jiao-scaled Skybird.

Boom!

The palm collided with the Jiao-scaled Skybird, and in just a moment, the old man who walked out of the void crack had blood at the corner of his mouth. Under the terrifying power of the Jiao-scaled Skybird, he retreated a thousand feet.

"Que'er!"

The old man's eyes flashed with a sharp light, condensing the void and solidifying the surrounding void.

The ten-thousand-foot dragon-catching net in the sky instantly covered the old man's palm, "Cold Heron Tribe!"

The Jiao-scaled Skybird roared, and the old man let go. It can be seen that his palm is about to penetrate.

In the dragon-catching net, the Jiao-scale Skybird kept struggling, its cry shaking the heaven and earth, trying to transform into a body of ten thousand feet and break the fourth-grade treasure. Unfortunately, it was too reckless. From the moment it appeared, it fell into the plan of the Cold Heron Tribe.

"Wow, the ancestor is mighty!"

"Fourth-grade monster, we really caught a fourth-grade monster!"

"If it can be subdued, our Cold Heron Tribe can be like the Silver Dragon Tribe, without having to risk taking eggs every year, and offering a drop of blood for a thousand years!"

The entire Cold Heron Tribe was boiling at this moment.

"The Cold Heron Tribe actually succeeded, and in such a short time." Liu Yuyan was shocked on the side. That was a fourth-grade monster, an existence that even the Tianlian Cangxue Sect was unwilling to provoke, but it was successfully captured by the Cold Heron Tribe.

Only Qin Xuan was on the side, his face under the cloak was as calm as water.

Bai Que, the great elder, had no joy on his face, including the Hedao ancestor.

Instead, they became more solemn, as if they were waiting for something.

Only the fifth elder was laughing, and his laughter was somewhat sinister and even a little proud.

Faintly, in the revelry of the Hanlu tribe, Qin Xuan seemed to hear some kind of sound.

Qin Xuan naturally knew what this sound was.

Dragon Roar!