After reorganizing in Wanshan Town, Hong Dali and the rest set off for Wushen Palace.
After leaving Myriad Mountain Town, Xiao Chen headed southeast. After fifteen kilometers, he would arrive at the Martial God Palace's territory. At this time, there were more and more Jianghu people coming from all over the place. At first, they would occasionally meet ten or twenty people, but the further they went, the more people they met. When they entered the small path between the mountains, there would be a group of Jianghu people setting up camp every few hundred meters. From the looks of it, there were about ten thousand of them.
This time, the people from the Pugilistic World besieging Wushen Palace seemed to be one of the rare events in the Pugilistic World in recent years. Hong Dali looked around as he walked. At the same time, he secretly calculated that things would not be so easy when they reached Wushen Palace.
"This Ling Feng is really imposing." The Goddess of Wisdom had seen great winds and waves before. Seeing such a situation, she couldn't help but feel worried for this Palace Master of Wushen Palace, Ling Feng. "Even when facing so many people, he didn't even think of hiding first."
"It seems that the descendants of Brother Tang Zhen's sect are very powerful." Hong Dali was speechless. Originally, he thought that even if these people from the Pugilistic World had an agreement with each other, there should not be so many of them …
The group continued forward. After walking for another ten miles, they passed through a forest and climbed seven or eight hundred stone steps. Suddenly, a huge platform appeared in front of Hong Dali.
There were many people standing on the platform. There were at least three or four thousand people. However, the platform was so big that it did not feel crowded even with three or four thousand people standing on it.
The material of the platform seemed to be made of huge stones. The walls on both sides were made of huge stones. The gate was also made of huge stones. There was a huge stone slab on the top with the words "Wushen Palace" written on it.
Such a building looked quite ancient. The most spectacular thing was that the entire palace gate was made of three huge stones stacked together. Each of the stones seemed to weigh at least ten thousand kilograms.
"Aiya, amazing." Hong Dali sighed. "To be able to make such a spectacular mountain gate in such a world, this Wushen Palace is really not bad." This Wuxia world was different from Hong Dali's original world. He wondered how such huge stones weighing ten thousand kilograms were stacked together.
At this moment, a crowd gathered on the stone plaza. They all held weapons in their hands as they looked at the Martial God Palace's gates.
The main hall of the Martial God Palace was made of solid wood. It was about thirty meters tall and had a total of five floors. It looked very majestic. However, at this moment, the palace doors were tightly shut, and the situation inside could not be seen clearly. However, such a large palace was completely empty, not even a servant sweeping the floor could be seen.
"Brother Hu." Hong Dali pulled Hu Ziming over and asked softly, "The Martial God Palace is so big, and it doesn't even have servants?"
"Brother Dali, you don't know." Hu Ziming sighed and said, "In this world, there are thirty-six paradises and seventy-two blessed lands. This Wushen Palace occupies two paradises and six blessed lands. It has always been the supreme holy land of the martial way in the entire Jianghu. However, it is also well-known that the Wushen Palace never casually accepts people. Presumably, there will be a master, a disciple, and a servant. This generation's Heavenly Monarch Ling Feng's master had already ascended, leaving only him and his servant behind. Otherwise … "Hu Ziming looked left and right and said softly," Otherwise, even if there were ten times more people here, they probably wouldn't dare to come here and challenge the people from the Wushen Palace. "
Hong Dali did not care much about other things, but the ascension that Hu Ziming mentioned caught his attention. "Ascension? Becoming immortal? "
"That's not it." Hu Ziming shook his head and said, "The Wushen Palace's peerless secret manual 'Primordial Blood Emperor Log' can allow one to ascend when cultivated to the highest level. No one knows exactly where, but it is very powerful. According to legend, it is similar to becoming immortal. It's a pity that this' Primordial Blood Emperor Log 'disappeared a long time ago. No one has ever seen it again. Sigh. "Speaking up to this point, his tone was filled with melancholy.
En, Hong Dali understood now. Simply put, it was similar to when he left Earth.
Cultivating the 'Primordial Blood Emperor Log' to a certain level could allow one to enter the next world. This was equivalent to going from Earth to the Milky Way Alliance — otherwise, Yun Qingfeng probably would not have been able to participate in the Dimension Wars.
The problem now was that Hong Dali knew about the 'Primordial Blood Emperor Log' …
As Hong Dali spoke in a low voice, the crowd had already gathered. More than ten thousand people gathered on the stone platform square. Seven or eight leaders immediately separated from the crowd and stood at the front. They started shouting at the main door of the Wushen Palace: "…"
"Ling Feng, come out and die!"
"Ling Feng, you've done all sorts of evil and have committed countless crimes. Quickly show yourself and accept your head!"
"Ling Feng, the Wushen Palace's ten thousand years of foundation is going to be destroyed in your hands. If you show yourself and die now, we can still leave your corpse intact. This Wushen Palace will not be burned to the ground!"
"That's right, Ling Feng. If you show yourself and die now, you will not have wasted your title of 'Heavenly Lord'. At least die a heroic death. Don't ruin your reputation!"
Waves of incomparably angry shouts came from the crowd. However, no one dared to take the lead and barge into the main hall of the Wushen Palace, which was just a hundred meters in front of them.
Because they did not dare to.
The first person to barge into the main hall was bound to suffer the wrath of Heavenly Lord Ling Feng and die without a complete corpse.
After these people finished shouting, the entire scene instantly quieted down. They waited for the reaction from the Wushen Palace.
"Boom!" At this moment, the heavy door of the Wushen Palace moved without any wind and slowly opened.
A person slowly walked out from inside.
The person had long black hair and wore a dark purple robe. The black cloak behind him fluttered in the wind. Hong Dali only needed one look to know that this person was definitely Heavenly Lord Ling Feng.
Looking at his clothes, it was almost exactly the same as Tang Zhen's — it could be seen that Ling Feng definitely viewed Tang Zhen as his idol.
Thinking up to this point, Hong Dali became even more curious — would such a person do something like massacring a village?
Anyway, with his relationship with Tang Zhen, Ling Feng still had to call him Martial Uncle … Who knew how many generations of Martial Uncle he had been with. Hence, he had to help him out today.
"You guys have such big words." Ling Feng took a step forward. His movement looked extremely slow, but it was as if he was stepping on the hearts of everyone present.
His foot landed on the ground.
The entire world seemed to be shaking.
Almost everyone present was a little unsteady. Their feet felt weak and they looked at each other in shock.
There were only two or three people present who were not affected.
The originally noisy square of the Wushen Palace instantly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Ling Feng glanced at the nearly ten thousand people in the square and sneered. "I have not stepped into the martial world for nearly forty years. Do you all think that there is no one capable in the Wushen Palace?"
His words shook the entire universe, and a boundless pressure spread out. The air instantly became as thick as a swamp. Some of the weaker disciples couldn't even withstand the power of his words, and they started foaming at the mouth and fell to the ground.
Ling Feng's reputation was well-deserved. As soon as he appeared, his aura suppressed everyone present. The power of a Heavenly Lord was evident.
Hong Dali beamed with delight and said, "Although his strength is not comparable to Tang Zhen's, his aura is exactly the same. My little martial nephew has a good appearance."
Since the people from the various sects dared to come, they naturally would not be scared away by Ling Feng's words. A sword-wielding expert in the crowd, who looked to be in his fifties, said, "Ling Feng, 156 villagers of Tongcheng Village were slaughtered overnight. Were you the one who killed them?"
They came here under the banner of killing a Heavenly Lord and enforcing justice on behalf of heaven. Therefore, in order to arouse everyone's common hatred, this sword-wielding expert asked about the atrocity.
Ling Feng glanced at this person indifferently and smiled disdainfully. He said indifferently, "You have plenty of Qi, but your lower body is weak. The Qi on your temples is slightly unstable. The Shenting acupoint on the top of your head is faintly red. You have only cultivated the Giant Spirit Sword Records to the seventh level, the Spiritual Infusion Shenting Realm. How dare you yell at me? What a joke. I wonder, who is Spirit Sword Yan Chengping to you? "
The Giant Spirit Sword Records that this sword-wielding expert cultivated was divided into nine levels. For someone like him to be able to cultivate to the seventh level, he was already considered talented. He had always regarded it as his trump card, his final trump card. Who would have thought that Ling Feng would see through him at a glance? His face suddenly turned a little pale, and his heart was perturbed. He said in a trembling voice, "I am Yan Lingxing, Yan Chengping … is my father."
"There is no successor." After coldly throwing down such a heartbreaking evaluation, Ling Feng said, "If you want to incriminate someone, you can always find a pretext. If you say that I did it, then I did it. What can you do about it?"
At this time, someone below asked, "All 76 people of Shi Fang Sect were killed. Were you the one who killed them?!"
Ling Feng snorted and said, "If you say so!"
"Old Master Liu of Xihe County was kind and charitable, but he was secretly assassinated. Were you the one who killed him?"
"Yes."
"There was a flood in Dinglang County, and there was no harvest. Official He opened the warehouse to release grain, but he was killed on the day of the grain release. Were you the one who killed him?"
"Yes!"
At this time, the crowd below was already in an uproar. That person wanted to ask again, but Ling Feng became impatient and said, "Just put all the blame on me. Why are you being so wishy-washy with so many excuses? It is no longer a secret that you all covet the three secret manuals of Wushen Palace. If you want to make a move, just do it. There is no need to annoy me. "
Speaking up to this point, Hong Dali finally understood. These people were using the pretense of enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven, but their purpose was just to take advantage of the situation and steal the secret manuals. They made it sound so dignified. He immediately pulled the Goddess of Wisdom forward a few steps, smiled at Ling Feng, and said, "Hello, Little Brother Ling. Hehe, my name is Hong Dali. I wonder if Brother Tang Zhen and Little Brother Ling know each other?"
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