Ling Tian was a little surprised by the reaction of the Saint King Realm old man, but he admitted it.
"The face of the Ling Saint Clan must be given."
After receiving Ling Tian's answer, the old man frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he asked Ling Tian in a consultative tone, "How about this? I will take you through the Lost Mountains to avoid any accidents."
"Yes, yes..."
Ling Tian was confused, as the old man's attitude changed a little too quickly.
Although the other party may have asked to lead the way because he was worried about him, his attitude was too polite.
Moreover, the other party did not ask who he was from the Ling Holy Clan. At most, he could only tell that he was a powerful Saint King Realm member of the Ling Holy Clan.
After all, the Huo Holy Clan is also a first-rate force in the Western Wilderness, and can rival the Ling Holy Clan. There is no need to be so afraid of the Ling Holy Clan, right?
Ling Tian thought about it again and again but still couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have the nerve to ask.
After giving instructions to the two middle-aged saints behind him, the old man greeted Ling Tian lightly and said, "Then hurry up and set off. Aren't you in a hurry?"
"Thank you, senior."
Ling Tian nodded and returned to the divine battleship with Long Jin.
When the old man's figure flashed out, Shen Zhongmou followed him in the divine pattern battleship.
The Mizong Mountains stretch across the Western Wilderness for thousands of miles.
But just crossing it doesn't take much time.
Half an hour later, the old man led the divine battleship and flew out of the Lost Mountains.
"Thank you, senior, for leading the way."
Out of politeness, Ling Tian bowed his hands and thanked the old man before leaving.
Although there was no old man to lead the way, he could still fly across the Lost Mountains.
But after all, the old man took advantage of the Huo Saint Clan's trial.
"You are Welcome!"
The old man waved his hand and said politely to Ling Tian, "When you return to the Ling Holy Clan, remember to say hello to the Holy Emperor of your Ling Holy Clan on behalf of the Huo Holy Clan."
"Holy Emperor?"
Ling Tian
His eyes flickered, slightly dazed.
"Aren't you from the Ling family's holy clan?"
Seeing Ling Tian's uninformed look, the old man couldn't help but doubt Ling Tian's identity.
"This junior has been practicing in seclusion in the Western Wilderness for the past few years and has not returned to the Ling Holy Clan, so he doesn't know much about the Ling Holy Clan."
Ling Tian hurriedly explained, then asked the old man after guessing, "I want to ask, is the Holy Emperor mentioned by the seniors the senior Ling Mo?"
There is no strong person in the Holy Emperor Realm in the Ling Saint Clan.
If there is, then this person can only be Ling Mo.
Ling Mo is a person who was reborn as a Thousand Refined Demon Saint. In his previous life, he was a powerful person in the Holy Emperor Realm.
After seizing his body and being reborn, his strength has been in the process of recovery.
The last time Ling Tian saw Ling Mo, Ling Mo was still in the upper Saint King realm.
Now, several years later, it is not impossible to step into the Holy Emperor Realm.
"Of course, the Ling Holy Clan only has one Holy Emperor."
The old man nodded and confirmed Ling Tian's guess.
Hearing Ling Tian say the name of Ling Mo, he once again believed that Ling Tian was a powerful person from the Ling family's holy clan.
After all, not everyone in the ancient continent knows the name Ling Mo.
Most people only know the title of Ling Mo - Thousand Refining Demon Saint.
After finishing speaking, the old man took a deep breath and added with a sigh, "To be precise, there is only one Holy Emperor in the ancient continent."
Before Ling Mo stepped into the realm of the Holy Emperor, there were only three known Holy Emperors in the ancient continent.
Crazy Martial Saint Emperor, Barbarian Emperor and Dragon Emperor.
But a few years ago, the Crazy Martial Saint Emperor and the Barbarian Emperor died violently one after another.
Not long after the Dragon King was seriously injured, he also died due to his serious injuries.
The ancient continent has entered a period of darkness without the Holy Emperor.
Fortunately, this period did not last
Too long.
Ling Mo, a member of the Ling Holy Clan, successfully entered the Holy Emperor Realm.
As a result, he became the only powerful person in the Holy Emperor Realm in the ancient continent.
Although many people speculate that the Holy Emperor Realm also exists in Tianming Palace.
But no one has ever seen the powerful Saint Emperor Realm in Tianming Palace.
Therefore, the Holy Emperor of Tianming Palace is not counted among the Holy Emperors of the Ancient Continent.
The Ling Saint Clan was originally a first-rate force on the ancient continent.
Ling Mo has stepped into the Holy Emperor, and the Ling Holy Clan has a tendency to become a top-notch force in the Ancient Continent.
How could the Huo Holy Clan, which was also only a first-rate force, not give face to the Ling Holy Clan?
After all, in the ancient continent, strength has always been respected.
If you are strong, you will be respected.
"Senior Ling Mo has finally returned to the Holy Emperor realm."
Ling Tian understood the whole story and sighed in his heart.
It has to be said that Ling Mo's cultivation level recovered just in time.
If there is no Saint Emperor Realm strongman in the ancient continent, even if all the first-rate forces join forces, they may not be able to compete with the Palace of Destiny.
Now that Ling Mo has entered the realm of the Holy Emperor, the Ten Thousand Devouring Demon Saint will be able to advance to the seventh level Demon Saint sooner or later.
The two Holy Emperors joining forces will definitely ease the pressure on the Ancient Continent and create more possibilities to compete against the Palace of Destiny.
"Senior, farewell!"
Ling Tian thought about it in his mind and raised his hand to the old man in front of him.
When he returned to the Divine Pattern Battleship, the Divine Pattern Battleship set sail again.
A few days later, the divine battleship sailed into the middle wilderness.
"Second brother!"
In the divine pattern battleship, Long Jin, who was sitting opposite Ling Tian, glanced at Ling Tian.
Ling Tian raised one hand knowingly and met the dragon's golden palm.
Afterwards, the two of them activated their dragon bloodlines at the same time and sensed the location of the dragon bone nails.
The two of them each refined part of the power of the Dragon Essence.
By sensing together, you can get the dragon
The most accurate and clear position of the bone nail.
When they got the results, they immediately pointed out the direction for Shen Zhongmou.
Shen Zhongmou controlled the divine pattern battleship and moved forward.
A few days later, we stopped when we were near a mountain range.
"Brother Lingtian, we're here!"
Shen Zhongmou turned his head and reminded Ling Tiandao.
"Um."
Ling Tian nodded slightly, "Let's go out and take a look."
After confirmation by him and Long Jin, the Holy Emperor of the Destiny Palace with the dragon bone nail in his body was hiding not far ahead.
The three people walked out of the divine pattern battleship and came to the top of the divine pattern battleship, looking into the distance.
"Where's the front?"
Ling Tian looked at the rolling mountains in front of him and muttered.
"There should be Ghost Ridge."
Shen Zhongmou has been driving the divine battleship all the way, and he undoubtedly knows their current location better than Ling Tian and Long Jin.
"Ghost Ridge? Sword Domain Ghost Ridge?"
Ling Tian's eyes flashed, and he suddenly recalled something.
Ghost Ridge is the place where casual swordsmen gather in the Sword Domain, and it is also the holy land for practicing swordsmen.
If it were more than ten years ago, when mentioning the Ghost Ridge of Sword Domain, it would be hard not to think of the three swords of the Ghost Ridge - Baiji, Mowuyan, and Mufeng.
But with the fall of Mu Feng, Bai Ji, and Mo Buyan's departure, the Three Swords of Ghost Ridge have become history.
After all, a place like Guiling where casual swordsmen gather has never been short of legends.
"Is the main hall of Tianming Hall just under the Ghost Ridge?"
Ling Tian squinted his eyes slightly and looked in front of him, making a bold guess.
It is certain that the main hall of Tianming Hall can never be hidden in the Ghost Ridge.
Otherwise, all the sword cultivators in Ghost Ridge would have known about it long ago.
However, the location perceived by Ling Tian and Long Jin was in the area ahead.
From this, it is not difficult to guess that the main hall of Tianming Hall is probably under the Ghost Ridge.