There was a rule in the Tenmu Temple. When the elite warriors went out to battle, they had to go to the training field of the branch temple or the territory. When they returned from a battle, they had to go to the training field of the branch temple or the territory and have their superiors call the soldiers to show their power.
Therefore, Ling Dong's army, which had split into two again, also gathered together. They instinctively followed the rules and rushed to the top of the Sky Martial Palace branch in Yangkou City. Then, they slowly descended from above.
At this moment, in Yangkou City, every family had closed their doors. Even the merchants who usually didn't close their businesses closed their doors. Only some pairs of eyes were observing the situation outside from the corners of some windows, which showed that Yangkou City wasn't peaceful.
Ling Dong's doppelganger's face darkened. After thinking for a while, Ling Dong walked to his real body, which was surrounded by layers of elite warriors of the Tenmu Temple. He gently pinched the corner of his real body's mouth with his fingers. Then, Ling Dong saw his body tremble slightly, and the consciousness of his real body reappeared in this world.
When Ling Dong fainted just now, it was mainly because he had consumed too much of his God Soul power and the pain of his broken bones that caused him to faint.
However, Ling Dong, who had fainted several times, knew very well that this kind of coma caused by consuming too much of his God Soul power would take at least ten days to half a month, and at most several months before he could rely on the most primitive sleep to replenish his God Soul power and slowly wake up.
Therefore, at the moment when Ling Dong fainted, he just used his Divine Consciousness to urge the Astrolabe to release a large amount of seven-colored starlight.
Even if Ling Dong didn't take the initiative to absorb the seven-colored starlight, it would have slowly turned into God Soul power. Just now, Ling Dong's doppelganger had only used the pain to wake his real body up.
Anyway, without what Ling Dong had done before he fainted, Ling Dong's clone wouldn't have been able to wake his host body up no matter how much it hurt him.
Ling Dong felt that he might encounter something unexpected when he went to the Yangkou branch hall of the Tenmu Temple. As the so-called Secluded Elder, he might not be useful in the Yangkou branch hall. Ling Dong, the hall supervisor, was more useful, even though Ling Dong was now almost useless in the eyes of outsiders.
After waking up, Ling Dong tried to move his body. Before he could even move his body, he started to grit his teeth in pain. To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that he was in front of so many subordinates, Ling Dong would have really wanted to scream out in pain.
After his failed attempt, Ling Dong wasn't hurried. His thought flickered, and the Star Master Plate in his God Soul's Sea of Consciousness began to spin faster. Seven-colored starlight showered down, filling up his God Soul's Sea of Consciousness, which had almost dried up.
When he was fighting against Ying Cong of the Ying family, Ling Dong had used the forbidden technique 'Commanding the Heavens, Star Control.' The tremendous destructive power of the technique had been controlled by the God Soul power.
Luckily, Ling Dong had the Star Master Plate to strengthen his God Soul power, and the Star Master Plate constantly replenished his God Soul power to control the power of the forbidden technique. Otherwise, Ling Dong was afraid that the forbidden technique would have destroyed him before he could kill the others.
Ling Dong's Spiritual Strength recovered a little, and his expression suddenly froze. A strange feeling faintly came from the north. It was like a call, but also like an attraction, and also like a mysterious connection. It was faintly discernible, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
Slightly dazed, Ling Dong instinctively wanted to turn his head and glance at the north. He wanted to see what on earth was in the north that could make him have such a strange feeling.
But when he turned his head and exerted his strength, what he got back was a sharp pain as if he was being dismembered.
"Ah …" Ling Dong sucked in a breath of cold air and hissed softly.
This hissing sound made the fifty remnants of the Tenmu Temple army who were protecting Ling Dong look at the stretcher carrying Ling Dong in surprise.
"Hall Master is awake!"
"Hall Master, are you okay?"
"Hall Master, how do you feel?" Listening to these greetings, Ling Dong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He could only blink his eyes and spit out two words with difficulty: "I'm … okay."
There was something that Ling Dong didn't say. He was like this, with 36,000 broken bones in his body. How could he be okay? How else could he feel?
"Quickly enter … the branch hall, I'm fine …" Ling Dong wasted some effort to give an order. Immediately, the fifty or so remnants of the army cheered thunderously. Their faces were filled with joy, and their gazes became much more resolute.
At this time, a strong presence, a superior, would make them more resolute.
The cheers in the sky made the elites of the Heaven Martial Palace who were gathered at the training ground raise their heads and look up. When they saw their colleagues who were in a more miserable state, some of them even revealed a trace of guilt in their eyes.
In fact, although the battle just now was more than ten miles away from here, they could still roughly distinguish it with their cultivation base and eyesight.
"Move aside, move aside!" The fifty warriors slowly descended from the sky. Before they even touched the ground, they shouted sternly. That aura was not an ordinary one. The two hundred warriors were so frightened that they spread out and made way for them to land.
When they saw Ling Dong, who was protected in the center by these people and could barely distinguish his appearance, they all gasped.
What was even more strange was that these guys who seemed to have suffered heavy losses all looked very proud. They were full of killing intent and didn't look like a defeated army at all. Moreover, they were very protective of the hall master who seemed to have become a cripple.
This situation made the two hundred intact elites of the Tenmu Temple very curious. Some of the more impatient people had already pulled over their familiar colleagues and asked them curiously.
"Leave ten with minor injuries to send me in. The rest of you, quickly heal your wounds. After I've dealt with the matters in the hall, I'll reward you," said Ling Dong, who had recovered some strength.
To be honest, Ling Dong was even more confused when he saw the two hundred-man teams of the Tenmu Temple's Yangkou branch hall waiting for orders. After all, it was Cheng Dongyuan who was in charge of the Tenmu Temple's Yangkou branch hall. It was impossible for him to hold back his troops.
Ling Dong's order made the two hundred elite warriors present very happy. Looking at the ten slightly injured warriors who were protecting the Hall Master as they walked towards the Great Meeting Hall, they couldn't help but ask the warriors they were familiar with. It didn't matter if they were slightly injured or severely injured, they wouldn't die anyways.
After a few breaths, four or five martial artists surrounded a martial artist who was wearing a red dress and asked him questions.
At this time, the deep-rooted bad habits of human beings were perfectly reflected.
Out of some desire to show off, or because of some other psychological mischief, or because of pride, these injured elite martial artists who were being questioned all at once instinctively exaggerated the scene where Ling Dong sacrificed himself to save them and used the Forbidden Technique.
They said that they were in imminent danger and their lives were hanging by a thread. Several peak Star Monarch experts were unstoppable and swept through them. They said that they were about to be completely wiped out, but Palace Master Ling stepped forward bravely and used his physical body to block the powerful peak Star Monarch experts. At the last moment, he paid a huge price and used the Forbidden Technique to save them.
As for this huge price, some people said that Palace Master Ling's Qi and blood, some said that his cultivation had dropped, and some said that Palace Master Ling had lost a large amount of his lifespan. This point made the group of martial artists present feel extremely moved and acknowledged.
There were even more ridiculous people who said that Palace Master Ling had paid the price of losing his lifespan and even lost some abilities before he successfully used the Forbidden Technique.
Of course, there were also a few who insisted on their principles. One was one, two was two, but that was too insignificant. The greatest effect of a group was assimilation and amplification.
Before Ling Dong could step into the conference hall, the 200 Tenmu Temple elite martial artists who had gathered here looked at Ling Dong's stretcher with a kind of reverence, incomparable reverence.
Perhaps after a few days, when these 200 elites who did not participate in the battle boasted to their friends and juniors, they would label themselves as one of the 200 warriors who had followed Palace Master Ling into the bloody battle that day. In their hearts, they had already regarded Ling Dong as a hero and an idol that they wanted to protect.
This was the power of infection, the power of a group.
At this moment, whether it was the Tenmu Temple elites who had followed Ling Dong into the battle or not, they had already regarded Ling Dong as an idol of worship and an idol that they wanted to protect.
At the same time, Ji Yuanbai and ten injured martial artists were escorting Ling Dong to the entrance of the conference hall. A sharp voice had already pierced everyone's ears, including Ling Dong's ears.
"Pingmiao, Jin Fu, Cheng Dongyuan wants to disobey orders. Are you also going to disobey orders? This order to seal off Yangkou City, set up a warning array, and search for any suspicious people who pass by. This is an emergency special order from the Monitoring Headquarters! "
The sharp and somewhat familiar voice caused Ling Dong's eyebrows to furrow. However, the words that followed caused Ling Dong's heart to tremble!
The higher-ups of the Tenmu Temple also had an order to seal off the city and set up an array to search for anyone who passed by? Moreover, this order was very similar to the one that the Taihō Palace and the Life and Death Tower had set up to search for them!
What on earth had happened?
How could the higher-ups of the Tenmu Temple, the Taihō Palace, and the Life and Death Tower give the same order?
Instinctively, Ling Dong felt that something was strange. Something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out in a short time.
"Enter!" Ling Dong spat out a word.
Just as Ji Yuanbai pushed open the door to the Assembly Hall, in the Ying Family's old mansion in the Ying Family Town of the Chang Province, over a hundred cultivators who had fled in disorder caused the faces of the Ying Family Patriarch and the two elders who were on duty to change drastically.
"What? Elder Cong and Xiang Rong both died in battle? Their souls are gone? How is this possible? Who did it? "The patriarch of the Ying Family turned pale with fright.
"Replying … Patriarch, we don't know either. At that time, the sky was filled with raging flames. By the time we discovered it, Elder Cong and the Deputy Hall Master had already disappeared without a trace." A martial artist answered in a sorry state.
"Ah? Don't tell me you don't even know who the enemy is? "
"Patriarch … we only know that they are from the Yangkou branch hall of the Tenmu Temple. The Hall Master's surname is Ling …"
A trace of regret flashed across the Ying Clan's patriarch's face. He pondered for a while before dismissing the defeated troops. Then, he turned to the two patriarchs and said, "Third Elder, Fourth Elder, the Sky Martial Palace's Yangkou branch actually dared to act so viciously. If we don't do anything about it, won't the Changzhou's Ying Clan's reputation be tarnished?
"No."
The Third Elder shook his head firmly and said, "According to the Great Ancestor's instructions, in this special situation, his orders take precedence."
"This …" The patriarch looked at the two elders who rarely showed their faces and hesitated.
The two elders of the Ying Family didn't care about the patriarch's hesitation. They directly ordered, "Order the Fifth Elder to lead a group of people and a group of defeated martial artists. After asking them clearly, we will go to Xilou City! This matter must not be delayed! "
"Patriarch, go to the Taihō Palace right now and tell them that Xiang Rong has something important to do. You will be the Deputy Hall Master for the time being. Let the Taihō Palace know about the strange situation in Changzhou as late as possible!"
"Third Elder, this is not good for the Ying Family …" The patriarch of the Ying Family couldn't help but say.
The Third Elder's face suddenly turned serious and he said, "This is the Great Ancestor's order. You just need to remember that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Ying Family. Maybe …"
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PS: Although it's very late, the second update was successfully sent out.
It should be able to update steadily for a period of time. There were still a few days before the first update was released. Logically speaking, Zhu San should make up for it by updating his brothers.
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Before this, Zhu San could write a chapter in two hours. Sometimes, he could even write three chapters in five hours. However, after 2 million words, he basically wrote a chapter every three hours. Sometimes, he even had to think hard for a few hours before writing.
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