Somewhere in an extremely distant holy land, a Milky Way flows down from the sky to the mountains in the sky, and converges into a lake somewhere in the forest below. Hundreds of young girls and boys in colorful clothes sit cross-legged with their eyes closed.
In it, the gorgeous profound energy poured into their bodies continuously while breathing.
From time to time, some white spirit deer or small spirit demons would jump out of the forest and run to the edge to take a sip of spiritual liquid. The hair on their bodies became more beautiful.
Outside the forest, there are countless sacred pavilions, and even huge buildings stand in the sky, connected by sky bridges, forming a large formation of their own.
There were many figures walking around above, but one person caught the most attention. Wherever he passed, countless tribesmen made way to look at him in awe.
The young man was slowly walking towards a temple hidden in the clouds and mist directly in front of him. He was wearing more gorgeous and complicated divine clothes than anyone else. His long golden hair was tied up on top of his head with a white divine crown, and there was a pattern on his exposed forehead.
A thin golden line one finger wide.
It's just that the young man seems to be a little troubled now, frowning slightly. As he walks, the profound energy of heaven and earth around him cannot get close to his body, and he retreats to a distance as if he is bowing.
"Lingyu! Something happened to my thirteenth brother!"
Suddenly, someone shouted from behind him. Lingyu stopped suddenly, then turned around and saw a young man with black hair and black clothes behind him, about the same age as him, looking at him with a pale face.
Hold yourself.
The surrounding tribesmen were shocked when they heard the black-haired man's words, and looked at the latter in disbelief. As the third son, Lingwen would not make such a joke, and the word "accident" means death in the family.
, because other things don’t matter.
Lingyu suddenly burst out with extremely terrifying power and pressure, and then soared into the sky, turning into a golden stream of light and flying to the top of his head. He passed through the pavilions and arrived at the top of the spiritual hall, around the square under the stairs of the main hall.
There are also some warriors wearing white armor standing there.
Lingyu strode directly towards the spiritual hall, his face was very scary, as if a volcano was about to erupt, and even the profound energy of the world around him was...
It became unsettled.
"Eldest Young Master, don't be impulsive. Although the Thirteenth Young Master's magic card has been dimmed, it has not been destroyed yet."
A war general stepped forward to stop Ling Yu and said quickly. The latter's mood became even worse after hearing his words. He flew around the armor and broke into the spiritual hall in an instant.
After Lingyu left, more and more tribesmen who got the news rushed up, but they did not go over, but watched from a distance.
"Didn't Third Uncle leave Thirteenth Brother in Wan Guo? How could something happen?"
"Brother Thirteen has been banned from practicing since he was a child, and has even lost his memory. It was only unlocked by Third Uncle a few years ago. It's amazing that Thirteenth Brother Tongxuan can be found in that place. It's still very possible."
"Hmph! It's all the fault of the elders. Can't we let Brother Thirteen stay in the spiritual realm?"
Some boys and girls said angrily, but although they were anxious, they had not lost their sense of proportion. After all, as long as the magic card was not destroyed, they would not die.
After Lingyu rushed into the hall, he saw dozens of people already inside, and some people flew in from behind Lingyu. After entering, they all looked up and looked forward.
I saw a number of jade tablets floating densely in the huge Jiuxiao Palace. The higher up, the brighter the light. There were a total of fourteen jade tablets in the middle and upper position. The first light of these jade tablets was as dazzling as the sun.
, the second one is a bit weaker, the most eye-catching one is the thirteenth one.
It has turned gray, with only a faint flickering fluorescence that seems to be extinguished at any time.
Everyone in the Spiritual Palace is a person who can make the mainland tremble with just a word. But now they are looking solemnly at the dim jade plaque with a person's name engraved on it.
Lingfeng.
Although they have not heard of this name in many years and have never seen it, everyone here will not forget that it is the only son of Ling Qianhai, the third-ranked son of the previous generation of the Lingzhan family.
Because he was not inherited for some reasons, and his family was afraid of harming him, he could only let Ling Qianhai seal Ling Feng's memory, and then take him to the deprived nations, turning him into a
Mortals, just live the rest of your life peacefully.
There had been no changes before, but I didn't expect that such a change would suddenly happen today. The divine card contains the soul power of every member of the Ling family. If they die, they will be destroyed.
It has been a long time since anyone in the Ling family died. This time, it was Ling Feng who had the status of the thirteenth son. You must know that his father Ling Qianhai was capable of competing for the position of the family leader. Ling Qianhai was known as the God Emperor of Hundred Wars.
.
If Ling Feng died because of other people's persecution instead of a fair fight, no one in the entire Qingxuan Continent would be able to bear the consequences.
Lingyu's eyes kept staring at the fluorescent light, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he seemed to say calmly: "Does Third Uncle know the news?"
"Qianhai has gone to explore a new secret realm in space. I don't know yet."
A man standing in front put his hands behind his back, looked at the dim divine card and said, he is Ling Qianhai's younger brother.
Because Ling Feng couldn't practice, he often teased Ling Feng when he was a child. Now that he knows that Ling Feng's divine card will be destroyed, he naturally feels uncomfortable.
Just when there was silence in the temple, a man wearing thick black armor walked in surrounded by four generals. There was no breath on his body, but there was a black spear mark on his forehead. The armor collided as he walked.
There was a banging sound as they crawled together, and every step they took seemed to step on the entire world, causing the atmosphere in the spiritual hall to change momentarily.
"Brother."
"Great Elder."
Everyone turned around and looked at the person who came and shouted. The man in black armor walked through everyone and came to the front without saying a word. He looked at the divine card that was still shining faintly and uttered something in his mouth.
One word came.
"wait."
ps: It makes me feel so uncomfortable to only look at people and not the works. One click every day. Is it really a problem of my level? As an author, I am stuck, so I can’t see the quality of my works?