The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 230 Barren Land

"You guys are pretty aggressive, it's not too embarrassing."

Standing with his hands behind his back, Lin Dong looked at the four true biographies of Huangdian with a calm expression.

Perhaps because of the stimulation, the four of Pang Tong teamed up but were defeated by Lin Dong, and even single-handedly sent him to the chief position of Huangdian.

Not seeing each other for a few months, the four people who are in the seven-element nirvana state have all made breakthroughs in their cultivation.

Pang Tong has successfully stepped into the Eighth Yuan. Although Song Zhou failed to attack the Eighth Nirvana Tribulation, his aura has faintly stepped into the Eighth Yuan. Jiang Hao and Fang Yun have reached the peak of the Seventh Nirvana.

"I am ashamed!"

There was a glimmer of darkness in the eyes of the four of Pang Tong, and they bowed their heads and listened to the chief senior brother's reprimand, and the four of them who were crushed like rotten ones refuted shamelessly.

"Pang Tong is barely passing the test. Song Zhou, Jiang Hao, and Fang Yun, you three, I will give you another three months. Before the sect competition, you must successfully pass through the eightfold nirvana."

"Otherwise, you can ask Uncle Chenzhen to resign from one of the true biologists on your own. I really can't afford to lose this person." Lin Dong said indifferently.

The senior officials of the Huangdian in front of the array looked at the scene in front of them with a smile, and did not say anything to stop them.

It is the responsibility and obligation of the head of the first hall to urge the younger brother to practice. Even if Chen Zhen is the head of the hall, they will not easily prevent Lin Dong from exercising this right.

These cubs have been kept for too long, so they really should find someone to discipline them, there is no pressure, where is the motivation.

"Yes, follow the orders of the chief senior brother!"

The three of Song Zhou who had been named looked solemn, and bowed for a long time.

In the Tiandian camp, Ying Huanhuan, who was wearing a long white dress, was holding a beautiful figure's wrist, but her gaze involuntarily glanced at Lin Dong's direction.

The way that guy reprimanded his junior was also very nice.

The girl thought happily in her heart.

"Hey, what are you looking at, girl? Why did you have a mission with that kid, and your whole heart is drawn to him."

The woman in black clothes had a slender body, and her face was somewhat similar to Ying Huanhuan's, but her temperament was more mature and fierce.

"Sister, what are you talking about~"

Ying Huanhuan reluctantly pushed the woman in Xuanyi lightly, and immediately said indignantly: "But mother said..."

"Don't talk about your mother's stuff with me, mother said, mother said, did mother tell you that she and father were married with their own fingers back then, and they never fell in love with anyone Pass."

"That is to say, the set of things that mother taught us was all imagined by mother herself out of thin air. She really didn't know that she was sold by mother."

The woman in Xuanyi interrupted Ying Huanhuan angrily.

"...Mother, has she been lying to me?"

Ying Huanhuan's ruddy mouth instantly opened into a circle, the girl couldn't figure out why the things her mother conjured up were so useful?

"Yeah, only you, a silly girl, would really believe in mother, and actually did it." The woman in Xuanyi angrily nodded at her sister.

"But the method my mother taught is really useful, and I succeeded."

Ying Huanhuan rubbed her head with her slender hands, and retorted weakly.

The woman in black clothes: "..."

In the void that ordinary people can't perceive, two figures without aura quietly floated, watching the actions of the disciples of the fourth hall.

"The teacher seems to value that little guy named Lin Dong very much, so he believes that he can successfully obtain the Great Desolation Sutra?"

An old man in a blue robe looked down with interest, his tone was light, and his words seemed to correspond to Xuanzi, the supreme head teacher of the Taoist sect.

"Yeah, after he continued Zhou Tong, he was the first disciple who gave me such a strong confidence. I have a hunch that this little guy will bring us many surprises."

Ying Xuanzi stepped on the void, with a smile on his gentle face all the year round.

"Hehe, let's wait and see."

The old man in blue robe smiled noncommittally.

......

The tremor on the top of the mountain lasted for more than an hour, and finally the majestic monument with a height of one thousand feet was completely presented in front of everyone's eyes, and all eyes immediately looked towards the direction of Huangdian.

The protagonist of today's story is the five disciples of Huangdian...or a certain disciple.

"Lin Dong, the Great Desolation Monument has been opened, the five of you go forward."

Under the attention of all the people, the master of the Chenzhen palace suppressed the anxiety in his heart and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Uncle Chen Zhen!"

The five figures in the forefront of the disciples of the Huangdian Hall suddenly moved, and they all turned into a gloomy light and swept over the gray-yellow ancient mountain.

"Boom!"

As if sensing the arrival of a few people, the ground in front of the Great Desolation Monument cracked, and five khaki pedestals emerged immediately.

"Senior brother Lin Dong, please go first."

Pang Tong and the others with excited faces were about to step forward, but subconsciously turned to look at the thin figure.

"No, let's take a seat together. After all, it's the first time for the four of you to accept inheritance. If possible, I hope you can also bring the Great Desolation Sutra back to my Desolation Hall."

Lin Dong stopped and smiled gently at the four of them.

"Yes, got it!"

Feeling the sincerity in Lin Dong's words, Pang Tong and the others nodded heavily, and then the five of them stepped forward at the same time and sat cross-legged.

"Buzz!"

Five gigantic beams of light descended from the head, just covering Lin Dong and the others who were sitting cross-legged, dragging their mind into a secret and unknowable place.

"You five must work hard..."

Looking at the five figures that were suddenly as still as sculptures, many Daoist masters thought in unison.

......

This is an extremely desolate and lonely world, full of the meaning of withering, the endless withered yellow plain is covered with hideous ravines one after another, and even the sky is stained with a strange withered yellow.

"Buzz!"

The space was slightly rippling, and a tall and straight figure suddenly emerged, stepping on the ground, looking at this strange space with interest.

"Tsk, why do all the ancient fetishes like to play this kind of tune? Before they meet, they have to hold a special meeting?"

The handsome young man with a jade-like face lowered his head as if feeling something.

The barren land under his feet is absorbing his strength, energy, mental strength and even physical strength, greedily and desperately stealing all his strength.

It's just that he didn't take action immediately, but stood there quietly for several minutes, and after experiencing that strange feeling, he smiled and said, "Okay, that's enough."

"The power of devouring, seal!"

With Lin Dong's thought, the rich devouring power surged out, quickly forming a thin layer of devouring film on his body surface to wrap him, and the passing power was immediately intercepted, making it perfectly round.

As the existence in charge of devouring the ancestral talisman, Lin Dong himself is a body without leaks, and nothing can bypass his own will and wantonly steal his power.

(End of this chapter)