Song Changling might not pay much attention to the Zuojia Ming Cult. However, Lin Huanghui would not pay attention to whether the Zuo Jia Ming Cult is evil or not.
Because he believed in Xiao Yishan and Qin Changsheng.
He just wanted to know what happened a thousand years ago that caused the once powerful force to collapse almost overnight.
What made Xiao Yishan remain anonymous for thousands of years?
What caused the genius who was unrivaled throughout the ages to kill in front of Xiao Yishan for three million miles?
How could that lovely senior brother die?
Lin Huang held his mouth with both hands and breathed gently. Then he led Song Changling into the long queue of people outside the city, waiting to enter Qingtian City.
"How much do you know about Zuojiaming Cult?"
After a moment of silence between the two, Lin Huang couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart and asked.
This time, Song Changling's brows really furrowed, "Are you very concerned about the Zuojia Ming Cult?"
Lin Huang shrugged and did not answer.
Song Changling hesitated slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Although I was born in the Song family, I don't know much about the Zuojia Ming Cult! Because in the mainland, the Zuo Jia Ming Cult is really a forbidden word, and it is not spoken by ordinary people.
As long as you dare to say the words "Mingjiao", you are likely to be caught. And if you have any behavior or speech that is biased towards the Zuojia Mingjiao, you are an absolute alien. Even with my background, I am afraid that I will
You can survive if you bleed heavily!"
"In the life and death book of the Xingtian Temple, in the past hundred years alone, there are no less than ten thousand warriors who have been implicated because of the 'Zuojiaming Cult'!"
Lin Huang shook his head, "You just need to tell me what you know!"
Song Changling snorted coldly. He didn't expect that his hot face would touch his cold buttocks, but he still continued: "It has been a thousand years, and because of the four ancient tribes' deliberate erasure of those traces, now there are no historical records about the Zuojiaming Sect.
There are very few now. All I know are the names of the eight tribes under the Zuojiaming Sect and the top few. As for what happened back then, I know nothing!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, waiting for Song Changling to continue.
"Legend... there used to be eight tribes under Zuojia Mingjiao, namely Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu, Shenli, Shence, Haoran Tianxia, Mingjiao Thirteen Killers!"
"Among them, Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, they once commanded the four major divine realms in the world, each with hundreds of thousands of followers. The leader Tuoba regained the title of 'divine calendar' during the Ming Dynasty and led the Ming Dynasty Divine Calendar Army in the Eastern Expedition.
The Western War took place all over the world. Thousands of years ago, the world's greatest command master, the eleventh king Yi Feng of Tianji, was stationed in Zhongzhou Shence Mansion. Zuojia Ming Cult's numerous strategies all came from this. At the beginning, there was also the academy 'Haoran'.
The world', and the Thirteen Kills of Mingjiao founded by Qin Changsheng throughout the ages!"
After Song Changling said a few more words, he closed his mouth again.
From the look on his face, it seemed like he really didn't know anything.
Lin Huang withdrew his gaze, not embarrassing the latter, but slowly chewing on Song Changling's words. Even though they were just a few words, Lin Huang could glimpse the tip of the iceberg of the Zuojia Ming Cult a thousand years ago.
Eight members of the congregation.
The four parts are Qinglong, Suzaku, Xuanwu and White Tiger.
The legacy of the Eleven Kings of Tianji.
The academy is as impressive as the world.
Qin Changsheng.
Mingjiao Thirteen Kills.
…
One name after another echoed in his mind. Lin Huang didn't know why, but the names that others read as boring aroused a sense of greatness in his heart.
I don’t know what kind of era it was, magnificent and tragic for heroes...
call!
Lin Huang breathed a long sigh of relief for some unknown reason, put aside all the worries in his heart, and slowly entered Qingtian City with the flow of people.
"Rumble...Rumble...Rumble..."
Outside Qingtian City, when Lin Huang and Song Changling approached the moat, a huge rumbling sound suddenly sounded behind them.
The whole earth was shaking, as if a mountain collapsed behind everyone.
Lin Huang turned around.
I saw a huge monster suddenly appeared dozens of miles away, a giant elephant as tall as a mountain.
The giant elephant does not walk fast, but every step is extremely heavy, like a huge stone hitting the ground. What is even more amazing is that the giant elephant, which is dozens of feet tall, is actually covered in dazzling golden armor, with its face embedded in it.
Jewelry makes you look extra... rich!
It's like a moving treasure mountain.
"This is……"
Lin Huang looked at the giant elephant and frowned slightly.
Song Changling on the side nodded his head, with a look of curiosity in his eyes, and said: "Seventh level monster, Tianzun Dragon Spirit Elephant!"
Lin Huang nodded, naturally knowing the origin of this giant elephant.
The Tianzun Dragon Spirit Elephant moves like a mountain and possesses a defensive power comparable to that of a steel city wall. A powerful blow from the ordinary Martial Emperor realm may leave a trace on the latter's body.
More importantly, in addition to the terrifying defense, the Tianzun Dragon Spirit Elephant also possesses powerful destructive power.
Seventh-level monsters are comparable to the realm of human martial saints. Even in the huge Taixuan Domain, it is difficult to find a few martial saints.
Lin Huang frowned slightly, and immediately moved his gaze up to look at the back of the giant elephant... I don't know who it is, but it actually uses the seventh-level demon beast Tianzun Dragon Spirit Elephant as its mount.
A strong man who has entered the holy realm?
Lin Huang raised his head, but his sight was blocked by the thick and towering body of the giant elephant, and he could not see the person on the back of the Tianzun Dragon Spirit Elephant.
Outside the city, many people flew into the void, wanting to see who the master was. However, as soon as the Dragon Spirit Elephant breathed out a breath that day, a terrifying and oppressive wave of gentle energy threw everyone down.
land.
"Do you know the origin?"
Lin Huang patted Song Changling's shoulder with his hand.
"Um……"
Song Changling held his chin in his hand and glanced at the jeweled giant elephant. After a moment of concentration, he said, "If your guess is correct, he should be from the merchant!"
"Merchant? Which merchant?"
Lin Huang asked.
Song Changling raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Huang pitifully, "You don't know, there are countless hidden wealthy families on the mainland, but with your current status, you can't even see them!"
Lin Huang's face suddenly turned dark.
"This is Qingtian City in the Taixuan Region. I don't know if an expert from somewhere is coming here. Emperor Lu Donghuang is waiting to welcome him from afar!"
At this moment, a mighty sound suddenly sounded in Qingtian City, like the sound of a blue dragon resounding in the void.
Afterwards, everyone inside and outside the city turned their heads, and saw a figure in green clothes rising from the center of Qingtian City. Within a few breaths, it suddenly appeared like a rainbow hanging upside down in the sky, and stood in front of the Tianzun Dragon Spirit Elephant in the sky.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man in Qingyi who suddenly appeared... It seemed that he was also a powerful martial saint!
Song Changling had not seen the origin of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, but instead there was a commotion among the warriors around him. Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi in the sky with shocked expressions.
"It turned out to be... Lu Donghuang, the city lord of Qingtian City who has been in seclusion for more than ten years, appeared in person!"