After a muffled sound, Ling Hao was knocked away five or six times in a row, his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
I don't know how long it took, but Ling Hao woke up and looked around. This was another completely unfamiliar environment.
Of course, the start was different, but the result was the same, Ling Hao was ravaged to pieces and then passed out.
Similar things happened seven or eight times in a row.
For the ninth time, he found himself in a familiar environment, surrounded by hot air waves.
This was the place where he saw the dragon and the nine-headed monster fighting each other when he awakened his bloodline last time. There was still fire at the end of his sight, making half of the sky red.
boom!
Just when Ling Hao was about to look ahead, a loud noise was heard, deafening.
Immediately afterwards, five or six huge monsters were lifted into the air, and at the same time they let out a roar and fell heavily to the ground, making the whole earth tremble.
The next moment, a divine dragon soared into the sky. It was the same dragon he had met last time and the one he encountered in the Kowloon Space.
Immediately afterwards, the divine dragon looked up to the sky and roared before surging towards Ling Hao's direction.
"Brother Shenlong, can you chat for a few words first?" Ling Hao shouted loudly.
However, Shenlong ignored him at all, with a look of contempt on his face.
"Brother Shenlong, can you tell me where exactly this place is?" Ling Hao asked loudly again.
call!
Before he finished speaking, the dragon quickly swooped down towards him.
Then, no more, Ling Hao passed out again.
"Master Ling!"
After an unknown amount of time, a voice came into Ling Hao's ears.
After a while, Ling Hao slowly opened his eyes, and after adjusting to the light for a while, he found that he was back in the Sword Sect's palace, and he was half-lying on a piece of mahogany sand.
The person who spoke was none other than the Confucian scholar, but the four shadowy old men from before were missing.
"Master Ling, are you awake?" The Confucian scholar looked at Ling Hao and smiled.
"Senior, have I been unconscious for a long time?" Ling Hao stood up and looked at the Confucian scholar and asked.
"Exactly one month!" The Confucian scholar smiled again.
"A month?" Ling Hao was stunned for a moment: "So long?"
"It did take a little longer than I expected!" Confucian scholar responded with a smile: "However, the effect of this physical training is also better than I expected!"
"Is the physical training over?" Ling Hao asked again.
"Of course!" The Confucian scholar nodded.
"Where are the four seniors from before?" Ling Hao asked.
"Their soul consciousness has fulfilled its mission!" The Confucian scholar did not directly answer Ling Hao's words.
"Seniors, thank you very much!" Ling Hao took a deep breath and bowed deeply towards the inside of the hall with a solemn expression.
He didn't know what the Confucian scholars meant by "completed one's mission", whether they had dissipated or gone to where they should go.
But no matter what, the four of them were kind to him and could bear his worship.
"Mr. Ling, please run the Great Zhoutian again to channelize the true energy in your body." The Confucian scholar then looked at Ling Hao and said.
"Okay!" Ling Hao nodded.
After he finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged and started to move around.
boom!
About a quarter of an hour later, a monstrous force burst out from him, overwhelming the mountain, and the solid wood sofa under him and the surrounding wooden furniture instantly turned into powder.
It can be seen from this momentum alone that it is several orders of magnitude stronger than he was before.
"Um?!"
After checking his own cultivation level, Ling Hao's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.
