Inside the cave, mountains roared and tsunami roared.
All Cheng family warriors were impressed by Ling Tian's powerful strength.
With such a young master leading them, they couldn't help but feel proud.
For so many years, the Cheng family has been hiding in a bitter and cold place like the Northern Wilderness, never being born. For them, more than a thousand years is really too long, and they are no longer willing to live in such a secluded world.
"Please get up quickly, everyone, get up!"
Ling Tian raised his hands and helped everyone up.
"Haha, young master, I am convinced by Lao Cheng. Let's go back and talk!"
Cheng Jiujin laughed and stepped forward, holding Ling Tian's arm and welcoming everyone to the Cheng family's ancestral home in the mountains.
"What? Tuoba Yongye has been promoted to Dou Huang? How is this possible?"
In the ancestral house, a group of strong men from the Cheng family and Yin Hong and others were sitting in rows. At the top were Ling Tian and Cheng Jiujin.
After hearing the news from Ling Tian that Tuoba Yongye had broken Yanzhou's defense line, Cheng Jiujin's expression suddenly changed and he was shocked.
"That's right, something happened suddenly. Now every moment passes, the Huns are killing my fellow human beings."
"So, I have no choice but to go deep into the Northern Wilderness alone. Fortunately, you are still here."
Ling Tian let out a long sigh.
"This is nothing, but as far as I know, the last fighting emperor of the Huns seems to have just fallen more than three hundred years ago. His fighting spirit turned into a prophet to guard the Golden River Valley. At that time, Tuoba Yongye was just a
After being promoted to the eighth level Dou Wang, why did he suddenly break through?"
"I really can't figure it out. There must be something fishy about this!"
Cheng Jiujin shook his head and said.
"Does General Cheng think so too? Therefore, we must go to this Golden Valley. Only in this way can we find out the secret of Tuoba Yongye, and we must destroy the Golden Valley in one fell swoop and force Tuoba Yongye to return for reinforcements!"
Ling Tian looked at Cheng Jiujin and said.
"I also know this. This is the best way."
"But young master, do you know what the Golden Valley means to the Huns?" Cheng Jiujin suddenly asked.
"That is the Holy Land of the Huns, equivalent to the Zhongzhou Wu Palace in the Southern Tang Dynasty!" Ling Tian said.
"That's right!"
"The Golden River Valley is the origin of the Huns. The Turkic tribe's golden tent is there, and the Huns will not neglect their precautions."
"Of course, they didn't expect that we would raid the Golden Valley. The most troublesome thing now is the Hungarian prophet in the Golden Valley."
Cheng Jiujin's face was extremely serious. It seemed that the prophet of the Hungarian tribe was an extremely terrifying existence.
"I was also about to ask, who exactly is the Hungarian prophet, and what is his combat power?"
Ling Tian looked at everyone. Before, Yin Biluo did not give Ling Tian a clear explanation. This prophet was very mysterious.
"The Hunnic Prophet..."
"That is a powerful existence. Every Hungarian fighting emperor will infuse their fighting soul energy into the puppet they have condensed throughout their life after death, thus making the puppet become a powerful existence second only to the Martial Emperor.
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"At least, their combat power is at the level of the eighth-level Dou Wang!"
"The last Hungarian Emperor was severely damaged before Emperor Wu established the Southern Tang Dynasty. As a result, he had to cultivate for thousands of years and never recovered his combat power. Otherwise, the Hungarian people would not be so honest. With their war-like attitude,
Bloody, as long as Dou Huang is here, he will definitely fight for the continent with my human race, after all, the Northern Wilderness is really bad."
"And the Dou Huang finally died three hundred years ago. At that time, the Northern Wilderness was in turmoil and the fighting spirit was rioting. This cannot be hidden from the human race. It is absolutely true. The luck of the Huns was also greatly damaged at that moment."
"Today, the prophet puppet of the Golden Valley is the transformation of the Dou Huang. If you want to destroy the Golden Valley, you must face this prophet puppet."
"Young Master, you are powerful in battle, but you are still young after all. Are you sure you can defeat that prophet?"
"If he doesn't die, it will be useless no matter how many troops we send."
Cheng Jiujin finished his words, and everyone in the ancestral house was silent.
If it is true as Cheng Jiujin said, then this prophet is really terrifyingly strong. Come to think of it, even Ling Tian is definitely no match for him.
The fighting power under Emperor Wu, how terrifying is that?
Ling Tian sat on the big chair and slowly clasped his hands.
His current fighting power is that of a seventh-level Dou Wang. If all his trump cards are revealed, and with the support of Zhan Zi Jue and Killing Zi Jue, it is possible to fight against an eighth-level Dou Wang.
Although he knew that even so, it would be a nine-tenth chance of death.
However, he had no other choice.
Even if he puts in all his efforts, he still has to give it a try!
"Don't worry, leave the prophet to me."
"Even if it means death, I will die with him!"
Ling Tian shouted in a low voice, the tragic and heroic spirit of dying generously moved everyone in the ancestral home.
With such a young master, what else can I ask for?
"Young Master, I think we'd better take a long-term approach. We can't put you in such danger. You are the hope of the Ling family. If anything happens..."
Yin Hong sighed and rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"Oh no!"
"Master of the family? Have you forgotten that when our ancestors left, didn't they say that Ling Guogong left something in our Cheng family?"
"It is said that when descendants of the Ling family come here in the future, they will hand over that thing."
"Perhaps, this is an opportunity!"
"Today, the young master has arrived. Isn't it the young master that the ancestors said?"
At this time, an old man from the Cheng family sitting in the first place suddenly said.
"Damn it, look at my stupid brain, I've already forgotten my ancestor's teachings!"
Hearing this, Cheng Jiujin also suddenly slapped his huge fat head, and immediately looked at Ling Tian, his eyes flashed and said: "Young Master, our Cheng family has something left by Ling Guogong. Our ancestors have been gone for hundreds of years.
, I forgot!”
Ling Tian: ""
If you can forget this, it’s too unreliable, right?
"What?"
Ling Tian asked anxiously.
Although he felt helpless towards Cheng Jiujin, Ling Tian was still quite curious.
Ling Guogong, what else did he leave for him?
"Let me see, that thing is quite inconspicuous. I forgot where I put it!"
Cheng Jiujin scratched his head, leaving everyone speechless for a while.
"I remembered!"
Suddenly Cheng Jiujin jumped up with a loud shout, startling everyone, and then saw Cheng Jiujin taking off a plaque above his head in the lobby, and behind the plaque, a dark ordinary wooden box appeared.
"It's just this thing. We don't see anything special about it, so I kept it there for a long time!"
Cheng Jiujin took off the wooden box and handed it to Ling Tian.
Ling Tian took the wooden box, but found that there was already thick dust on the wooden box.
After brushing off the dust, although the wooden box looked extremely ordinary, there were no patterns or enhancements on it.
But the material was extremely special, and Ling Tian couldn't even identify what kind of material it was made of.
The most important thing is that there are no gaps in the four sides of this wooden box, it seems to be dead!
"How does this open?"
Yin Hong frowned.
"We didn't know either. We had been studying it for a long time. We didn't dare to move."
"Young Master, why don't you give it a try with your sword?"
Cheng Jiu Jin Dao.
Ling Tian shook his head, "Definitely not. This material is special. Even a royal weapon cannot break it. Besides, I'm worried that if brute force is used, this wooden box will self-destruct."
He checked it carefully and found that there was no formation on it. Obviously the sword shadow was useless.
"Um?"
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Ling Tian's mind, he drew out the Thunder Sword and slid it on his finger, forcing out a drop of blood essence and dripping on the box.
Wow!
The moment the essence and blood seeped into the wooden box, its light suddenly bloomed, making the entire lobby shine as bright as day, making everyone unable to open their eyes!