Chapter 1211
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All the reasons didn't matter anymore.
The name "Violet Ring" was enough to make Zhen Xiaoxiao's big eyes blink with excitement!
"I want to go to the East Hall!" she screamed.
While speaking, Lian Zizhuo had already broken the space and brought Zhen Xiaoxiao directly to the training field of the War God Temple!
It was different from the Spiritual Gate and the East Hall.
The War God Temple was just a private force that belonged to the Boundless War God.
Compared to the magnificent East Hall and the Spiritual Gate, the War God Temple built between the white cliffs was pitifully small.
But its existence meant a lot to Dongling.
In peaceful times, the War God Temple was hidden in the mountains, and no one could see its true face.
The White-robed Supreme Martial Artist would definitely lead his black-armored warriors and appear on the most chaotic battlefield at the first possible moment!
They didn't cultivate nobles, and they didn't accept offerings from lower sects. They didn't have many people, and they were independent. Except for Dongfang and Nangong, who were the retainers of the Boundless War God, the other warriors were all elites selected from the Spiritual Gate, the East Hall, and even the second-class sects and rogue cultivators.
It was impossible for them to live a comfortable life in the Hall of War God, because this was a place for ascetic cultivation. There was no spiritual spring to water the body, no divine elixirs to nourish the body, only endless harsh trials in the name of "rewards".
Sometimes, in order to survive in the War God Temple, warriors had to go out several times a year to earn some elixirs to support their difficult survival.
But to wear the black armor was the dream of all the warriors in Dongling.
To be able to serve the Boundless War God for ten years was enough to make their families and their descendants feel proud.
Because what they could get here was faith, which was beyond cultivation!
The training field of the War God Temple was built on a rocky hill.
Around the vast rocky hill, seven broken stone pillars stood sparsely. Although these pillars looked broken, they could project powerful opponents for the cultivators to challenge and imitate.
Zhuo Yongsi, Jiu Zimo, Cen Yuanqing, Shui Chengzhi, Leng Bo, He Man, and Shi Cheng had spent the most time here since they came to the War God Temple.
In the War God Temple, the Dongfang clan was in charge of the outside, while the Nangong clan was in charge of the inside.
As the Hall Master Elder, Nan Gongxian was an extremely knowledgeable scholar. Although he was not as strong as Dongfang Ye, no one could compare to him in terms of teaching disciples.
Although the aptitude of the seven Fiendgod inheritors was quite good, Nan Gongxian had contributed at least half of the credit to them being able to form their cores in such a short period of time.
"The young master is back."
The thin old man, who was standing at the side of the training field, suddenly opened his eyes.
Although his cheeks were covered with wrinkles, his eyes were abnormally bright and clear!
Lian Zizuo had been guarding the passageway between the two worlds in the sky above the Shadow Sect ruins for half a year. The Seven Blademasters' Core Formation also happened in this half a year. Although Lian Zizuo and the elders of the War God Temple often communicated with each other, this was the first time Nan Gongxian and the Seven Blademasters saw Lian Zizuo's figure in the past few months!
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
"Eldest Senior Brother has returned!"
Upon hearing Elder Nan Gong's words, everyone immediately put down their weapons and looked at the sky excitedly.
As a Quasi-Master of this world, Lian Zizuo had always been a legend in the cultivation world of Dongling. Before becoming Fiendgod inheritors, the seven of them had never thought that they would have any connection with the high and mighty Young Master Lian. It was only after coming to the War God Temple that they realized that the youngest perfected late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in Dongling was much easier to get along with than they had imagined.
He did not even have the noble and arrogant aura of an ordinary sect elder. When he was free, he would meditate with the others. Unfortunately, this time, Lian Zizuo did not appear for the big event of the seven of them entering the Cloud Platform to form their cores.
Now that they finally saw him again, everyone wanted to show off the results of their cultivation in the past half a year.
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