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