Sword Master Ling Tian

Within the cave, the mountain whispered a tsunami.

All the martial artists of the Cheng family were overwhelmed by Ling Tian's powerful strength.

With such a young master's leadership, they couldn't help but feel proud.

For so many years, the Cheng family hid in such a bitter and cold place like the Northern Wilderness, and had never been born. For them, more than a thousand years is too long, and they are no longer willing to stay in such a seclusion.

"Hurry up, please get up, everyone!"

Ling Tian raised both hands falsely, helping everyone up.

"Haha, young master, old Cheng, I am convinced, let's go, let's go back and say!"

Cheng Jiujin laughed forward, took Ling Tian's arm, and greeted everyone to the ancestral home of the Cheng family in the mountains.

...

"What? Takuba Yongye has been promoted to Emperor Dou? How is this possible?"

In the ancestral house, a group of Cheng family powerhouses and Yin Hong and others sat in separate rows, with Ling Tian and Cheng Jiujin at the top.

Hearing that Ling Tian said that Tuoba Yongye had broken the Yanzhou line of defense, Cheng Jiujin's expression suddenly changed and he was shocked.

"Yes, it happened suddenly, and now every moment has passed, the Hungarians are killing my fellow humans."

"So, I have no choice but to go to the Northern Wilderness by myself. Fortunately, there are you here."

Ling Tian sighed.

"It's not a big deal, but as far as I know, the last battle emperor of the Hungarians seems to have just fallen for more than three hundred years. His fighting spirit has turned into a prophet to guard the Golden River Valley. Why did he suddenly break through when he was promoted to the eighth-order Douwang?"

"I really can't figure it out, this matter must be strange!"

Cheng Jiujin shook his head.

"Does General Cheng feel the same way? Therefore, we must go to this Golden River Valley. Only in this way can we find out the secret of Tuoba Yongye, and we must destroy the Golden River Valley in one fell swoop, forcing Tuoba Yongye to return for help!"

Ling Tian looked at Cheng Jiujindao.

"I also know that, this is the best way."

"But Young Master, do you know what the Golden River Valley means to the Huns?" Cheng Jiujin asked suddenly.

"That is the Hungarian holy land, equivalent to the Zhongzhou Wuhuang Palace in the Southern Tang Dynasty!" Ling Tian said.

"Yes!"

"The Golden River Valley is the place where the Hungarians originated. The golden tent of the Turkic tribe is there. The Hungarians will not neglect to take precautions."

"Of course, they didn't expect that we would raid the Golden River Valley. The most troublesome thing now is the Hungarian prophet in the Golden River Valley."

Cheng Jiujin's face was extremely stern. It seemed that the Hungarian prophet was an extremely terrifying existence.

"I also want to ask, how exactly does the Hungarian prophet exist and how powerful is it?"

Ling Tian looked at everyone. Before, Yin Biluo had not given Ling Tian a clear explanation. This prophet was very mysterious.

"The Hungarian Prophet..."

"That is a powerful existence. After death, each Hungarian fighting emperor will infuse their soul fighting energy into their lifelong condensed puppets, so that the puppets will become a powerful existence second only to the martial emperor. !"

"At least, the fighting power is also in the eighth-order Douwang!"

"The last Hungarian fighting emperor was severely injured before Wu Huang established the Southern Tang Dynasty. He has cultivated for thousands of years. He has never recovered his combat power. Otherwise, the Hungarians would not be so honest. Bloody, as long as Emperor Dou is there, he will definitely compete with my human race for the mainland, after all, the Northern Wilderness is really too bad.

"And that Douhuang finally died three hundred years ago. At that time, the Northern Wilderness was turbulent and the fighting spirit rioted. This is nothing to hide from the Human Race. It is absolutely true. The Hun's luck was also greatly lost at that moment."

"Today, the prophet puppet of the Golden River Valley was transformed by the emperor that year. If you want to destroy the Golden River Valley, you must face this prophet puppet."

"Young Master, you are powerful, but you are still young after all, are you sure to defeat the prophet?"

"He's not dead, it's no use how many troops we go to."

Cheng Jiujin's words fell, and everyone in the ancestral house was silent.

If it's like what Cheng Jiujin said, then this prophet is really terrifying, even if it is Ling Tian, ​​he is definitely not an opponent.

How terrifying is the combat power under Emperor Wu?

Ling Tian sat on the big chair, slowly clasping his hands tightly.

With his current combat power, in the seventh-order Douwang, if the cards are exhausted, and the Zhanzi Jue and the Killing Characters are blessed, it may not be possible to fight the eighth-order Douwang.

Although he knew that even so, it was nine out of ten deaths.

However, he has no other choice.

Even if he fights everything, he still has to try it!

"Don't worry, the prophet will leave it to me."

"Even if I die, I will die with him!"

Ling Tian shouted in a low voice, the tragic and majestic momentum of generous death made everyone in the ancestral house moved.

With such young masters, what can your husband ask for?

"Young Master, I think we'd better consider the long-term plan. We can't let you be in such a dangerous situation. You are the hope of the Ling family. If by any chance..."

Yin Hong sighed, rubbing his forehead extremely helplessly.

"Oh wrong!"

"Patriarch? Have you forgotten that when the ancestor left, didn't you say that Ling Guogong had left one thing in our Cheng family?"

"Said it was the descendants of the Ling family who came here in the future, so they handed over the thing."

"Perhaps, this is a chance!"

"Today, the young master has arrived. The ancestor said, isn't it the young master?"

At this moment, an old man from the Cheng family who was sitting in the first place suddenly said.

"Damn, look at my pig's brain, I forgot the legacy of the ancestors long ago!"

Hearing that, Cheng Jiujin also suddenly slapped his **** head, and immediately looked at Ling Tian, ​​his eyes flashed: "Young Master, our Cheng family has something left by Ling Guogong. Our ancestors have been away for hundreds of years. , I forgot!"

Ling Tian: "..."

This can be forgotten, too unreliable, right?

"what?"

Ling Tian asked anxiously.

Although he was a little helpless with Cheng Jiujin, Ling Tian was still quite curious.

Ling Guogong, what did he leave for him?

"Let me think about it, that thing is so inconspicuous, I forgot where to put it!"

Cheng Jiujin scratched his head, leaving everyone speechless.

"I remember!"

Suddenly Cheng Jiujin jumped up with a loud shout, frightening everyone, and then saw Cheng Jiujin take off a plaque above his head in the lobby, and after the plaque, a dark ordinary wooden box appeared.

"It's this thing, we don't see any peculiarities in this thing, let me put it on it for a long time!"

Cheng Jiujin removed the wooden box and handed it to Ling Tian.

Ling Tian took the wooden box, but found that thick dust had already accumulated on the wooden box.

Dust off, although this wooden box looks very ordinary, there is no pattern or promotion on it.

But the material was extremely special, and Ling Tian couldn't even discern what kind of material it was made of.

The most important thing is that there is no gap between the top and bottom of this wooden box, it seems to be dead!

"How can this be opened?"

Yin Hong frowned.

"We don't know. We studied it for a long time. We didn't dare to move."

"Young Master, why don't you try to cut a sword?"

Cheng Jiu Jin said.

Ling Tian shook his head, "Definitely not. This material is special. Even if it is a kingly weapon, it will never be broken. Besides, I am worried that if I use brute force, this wooden box will destroy itself."

He carefully checked it again, and there was no formation on it, and obviously the sword shadow was useless.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Ling Tian's mind flashed, and he drew out the thunder sword and slid his finger, a drop of blood was forced out and dripped on the box.

Wow!

At the moment when the blood infiltrated the wooden box, its light burst into full bloom, and the entire lobby was shimmering as bright as day, so that everyone couldn't open their eyes!