After reorganizing in Wanshan Town, Hong Dali and his party set off for Wushen Palace.
After leaving Wanshan Town, we walked all the way to the southeast. After passing the boundary thirty miles away, it was the sphere of influence of Wushen Palace. At this time, more and more people from all over the world gathered on the road. At first, there were occasional
We met more than ten or twenty people, and the further we went, the more we met. When we entered the path between the mountains and forests, we saw a group of people from all walks of life setting up camp every few hundred meters. It looked like there were probably tens of thousands of people scattered around.
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This time, everyone in the Jianghu surrounded and suppressed the Wushen Palace. It seemed that it was a rare event in the Jianghu in recent years. Hong Dali walked and watched, and secretly calculated in his heart that if it was based on this scale and waited until the Wushen Palace, things might not be that easy.
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"This Ling Feng is quite impressive." The goddess of wisdom has seen strong winds and waves. Seeing such a situation at this time, she was also secretly sweating for Ling Feng, the master of the Martial God Palace: "Faced with so many people coming to encircle and suppress, he didn't even say anything
Avoid the edge for now."
"It seems that Brother Tang Zhen's sect successors are very capable," Hong Dali was also speechless. According to his idea, even if these people in the world make appointments with each other, they shouldn't come so many...
The group continued to move forward, walked on the mountain road for more than ten miles, passed through a forest, and climbed seven or eight hundred stone steps. Suddenly, their eyes suddenly opened up, and a huge platform appeared in front of Hong Dali.
There were many people standing on the platform in darkness, at least three to four thousand people. However, the platform was so big that even with three or four thousand people standing there, it didn't feel crowded.
This platform should be made of huge stones, with huge stone walls on both sides. The gate is also made of huge stones. There is a huge stone slab on top with the three characters "Martial God Palace" written on it.
Such a piece of architecture looks quite ancient, and what is particularly spectacular is the entire palace gate, which is made up of three huge stones stacked together. Each of the huge stones must weigh tens of thousands of kilograms.
"Oh, it's amazing," Hong Dali exclaimed, "It's really good to be able to build such a spectacular mountain gate in such a world. This Martial Arts Palace is really good." The martial arts-like world is different from Hong Dali's original world.
Don't know how it came together.
At this time, the crowd gathered around Shitai Square, all holding weapons and looking towards the gate of the Martial God Palace.
The main hall of Wushen Palace is a solid wood building, about thirty meters high. It is divided into five floors and is extremely spectacular. However, the palace door is closed at this time and the situation inside cannot be seen clearly. However, for such a large palace, there is no one.
Not even a servant sweeping the floor could be seen.
"Brother Hu," Hong Dali pulled Hu Ming and asked in a low voice: "Such a big Martial God Palace doesn't even have servants?"
"Brother Dali, you don't know something," Hu Ming sighed and said, "In this world, there are thirty-six caves, heavens and seventy-two blessed lands. The Martial God Palace exclusively occupies two of the caves, heavens and six blessed lands. It has always been the highest in the entire world.
It is a holy land of martial arts, but it is also famous that the Martial God Palace never accepts people casually. It is expected that there will be one master, one apprentice and one servant. There will only be three people at most. Master Lingfeng, the Master of this generation, has ascended, and only he and his servants are left in charge.
"Otherwise..." Hu Ming looked around and whispered: "Otherwise, even if there were ten times more people here, they probably wouldn't dare to come here and make noise with the people from the Martial God Palace."
Hong Dali didn't pay much attention to the others, but the ascension that Hu Ming mentioned caught Hong Dali's attention: "Ascension? Become an immortal?"
"That's not true," Hu Ming shook his head and said: "The Wushen Palace's unique secret book "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor" can be used to ascend to the top in a day. No one knows where exactly it will go. Anyway, it is very powerful. According to legend, it seems to be
It's almost like becoming an immortal. It's a pity that this "Blood Emperor's Record" disappeared a long time ago, and no one has seen it again, alas." When he said this, his tone was infinitely melancholy.
Well, when you say this, Hong Dali will understand. To put it simply, it is almost the same as when he came out of the earth.
By practicing "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor", you can enter the next world after practicing to a certain level, which is equivalent to the relationship from the earth to the Galaxy Alliance. Otherwise, Yun Qingfeng probably would not be able to participate in the plane war.
The problem now is that Hong Dali knows about "The Record of the Ancient Blood Emperor"...
Hong Dali whispered here, and people had gathered over there. Tens of thousands of people gathered on the Shitai Square. When the crowd was neutral, seven or eight leaders stood out. They stood at the front of the crowd and began to rush towards the Martial God Palace.
The gate of the main hall shouted wildly: ""
"Ling Feng, come out and die!"
"Ling Feng, you have done many evil things and are full of evil, why don't you show up soon to be beheaded!"
"Ling Feng, the Ten Thousand Years of Martial God Palace is about to be destroyed in your hands. If you show up quickly and die, we can still keep your whole body, and the Martial God Palace will not be completely burned down by fire.
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"Yes, Ling Feng, if you had come out earlier and died, your title of 'Tianjun' would not have been in vain. At least you should die as a hero, but don't end up with a ruined reputation!"
Waves of extremely angry shouts came from the crowd, but no one dared to take the lead and break into the main hall of the Martial God Palace, which was a hundred meters in front of them.
Because they don't dare.
Shooting the first bird, the first person to break into the main hall will inevitably be killed by the thunderous wrath of Tianjun Lingfeng.
After these people shouted, the entire scene suddenly became quiet, waiting for the reaction from the Martial God Palace.
"Boom!" At this moment, the door of Wushen Palace, which weighed several kilograms, slowly opened without any movement in the wind.
A person slowly walked out from inside.
The man had long black hair shawl, and was dressed in dark purple clothes, with a black cloak flying behind his back. Hong Dali knew with just one glance that this guy was definitely Jun Lingfeng that day.
Looking at his clothes, he is almost exactly the same as Tang Zhen. This shows that Ling Feng must regard Tang Zhen as his idol, and there is absolutely no discount.
Thinking of this, Hong Dali became more and more curious. Would such a person massacre a village?
Anyway, based on his relationship with Tang Zhen, Ling Feng still has to call himself his great-uncle, his great-uncle... I don't know how many generations of great-uncle he has been, so he has to help with this matter today.
"You guys have such a strong tone," Ling Feng took a step forward. His movement seemed extremely slow, but it seemed to step on the hearts of everyone present.
Footsteps hit the ground.
The whole world seemed to be shaking.
Almost everyone in the audience was a little unsteady, their feet were floating, and they looked at each other in shock.
There were only two or three people in the audience who could not be affected.
The Shitai Square of Wushen Palace, which was originally as noisy as a vegetable market, suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a needle drop.
Ling Feng was glanced at by nearly ten thousand people in the entire square, and he sneered: "Ling has not set foot in the Jianghu in the past forty years, do you think that there is no one in our Martial God Palace?"
The sound of his words shook the whole world, and the boundless huge pressure spread out. The air instantly became like a viscous quagmire. Some disciples from various sects with less skill could not even bear the power of his words, foaming at the mouth, and started shouting.
Fall to the ground.
There is no false person under such a great reputation. As soon as Ling Feng appeared on the stage, his momentum overwhelmed everyone present. The majesty of the Heavenly Lord was evident.
Hong Dali smiled brightly and said, "Although his strength is not on the same level as Tang Zhen's, his aura is exactly the same. My little nephew is quite handsome."
Since people from various factions dared to come, they would not be scared away by Ling Feng's words. A strong sword-wielding man in the crowd who looked about fifty years old said: "Ling Feng, one hundred and fifty-six people from Tongcheng Village.
The villagers were massacred overnight, was it your murder?"
The banner they came here was to kill the Heavenly Lord and do justice for Heaven. Therefore, in order to arouse everyone's common hatred, this strong sword-wielding man asked about an atrocity that made people angry.
Ling Feng glanced at this person lightly, with a disdainful smile on his lips, and said lightly: "The middle Qi is sufficient, but the lower body is empty, the Qi on the temples is vaguely unstable, the Shenting point on the top of the head is faintly red, the Giant Spirit Sword
Lu has only cultivated to the seventh level of Spirit Infusion Shenting realm, so you dare to yell at Ling, which is really ridiculous. I just don’t know who you are, Yan Chengping, the spiritual sword?"
The Giant Spirit Sword Record practiced by this strong sword-wielding man is divided into nine levels. Being able to practice to the seventh level like him is already considered to be extremely talented, and he has always used it as his trump card. Who would have thought that he would be bullied by his last trump card?
Feng saw through it at a glance, and his face suddenly turned pale. He felt uneasy in his heart and said in a trembling voice: "I'm Yan Lingxing, Yan Chengping... is my father."
"There is no successor." Ling Feng coldly dropped such a heartbreaking comment, and said happily: "There is no need to accuse Ling. If you say Ling did it, then Ling did it."
Yes, so what?"
At this time, someone below asked: "Seventy-six people in the Shifang Gate were killed. Was it you who killed them?!"
Ling Feng snorted coldly: "That's what you say!"
"Mr. Liu from Xihe County was very kind and charitable, but he was secretly stabbed to death. Was it you?"
"yes."
"There was a big flood in Dingyang County, and there was no harvest. He Daguan opened a warehouse to release grain, but he was killed on the day when the grain was released. Is it you who did it?"
"yes!"
At this time, the crowd below was already agitated. The man was still waiting to ask again, but Ling Feng became impatient and said: "There are many crimes that have been recorded on Ling. Why do you need so many excuses like mother-in-law and mother-in-law? You are coveting the third son of my Martial God Palace."
The Great Secret Code is no longer a secret. If you want to do it, do it without causing any trouble."
At this point, Hong Dali finally understood. These people, under the guise of acting on behalf of heaven, only wanted to take advantage of people's danger to seize the secret book. But what they said was grandiose, and he immediately pulled the goddess of wisdom forward a few steps.
He smiled at Ling Feng and said: "Brother Ling, hello, hehe, my name is Hong Dali. I wonder if Brother Tang Zhen Tang, do you recognize me, Brother Ling?" (To be continued.)
