After a dozen people arrived outside the palace gate, they looked up into the air.
Not only the dozen of them, but hundreds of people in the compound looked up at the sky at the same time, with an expression of extreme horror on everyone's face.
I saw a sword light containing monstrous energy tearing through the void and falling from the sky, as fast as lightning, shocking the world.
Yandian is a quasi-first-class force in the eighth-level star field. Whether it is Luo Jing or other members of the Elder Pavilion, they have seen many so-called strong men.
But they can be sure that it is unlikely that anyone in the entire eighth-level star can make such a slash!
This is a sword force that directly tears through the void, let alone a Ningkun realm warrior, even a Yukun realm cannot do it!
How could there be such a powerful person in the eighth-level star field?!
"Everyone take action together!" Luo Jing took a deep breath and shouted loudly.
"Take the order!" Everyone in the compound responded at the same time.
They all knew that it was definitely too late to run away at this time, so it was better to give it a try. Maybe there was still a glimmer of hope.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of people took action at the same time, everyone went all out, and attacked the sword with extremely violent attacks.
boom!
A deafening loud noise spread across the sky, the void instantly collapsed, and the offensive blocked by the Yandian people turned into nothingness like paper.
The next second, the sword light fell!
The air wave that destroyed the heaven and earth shook out at extremely high speed, destroying the whole compound and razing it to the ground in an instant.
Everyone, including Luo Jing, had no possibility of struggling and turned directly into nothingness, with their souls and souls destroyed!
Who wants to destroy the Flame Palace?!
This is the question everyone asks at the moment of death!
Destroying a sect with one sword was so terrifying!
This matter has been speculated by various forces in the eighth-order star field for a long time in the future, but there has never been a clear answer!
A month passes quickly.
On this day, after Ling Hao's practice came to an end, he took a nap on a stone.
"Very good!" The white-haired old man appeared in front of him.
From a distance, a look of relief appeared in Ling Hao's eyes.
"It takes one month to practice this sword to its initial perfection, which is much faster than I expected!"
"Senior, that's ridiculous!" Ling Hao stood up and said, "One month is the first time to mature, it's so shameful!"
"No need to be modest. Before you, the fastest person I knew took nearly three months to mature!" The white-haired old man said with a smile.
"Senior, may I know your surname?" Ling Hao asked.
"I'll tell you next time we meet!" the white-haired old man responded, "I'll be waiting for you in the ninth-level star field!"
"Senior, your body is in the ninth-order star field?" Ling Hao was stunned.
A month ago, when he first saw the old man, he always thought it was his true body, but later he realized that it was just a soul consciousness.
"Yeah!" The white-haired old man nodded.
"Senior, does this sword have a name?" Ling Hao continued to ask.
"No name!" The white-haired old man paused and then added, "If you must give it a name, just call it Zangtian!"
Ling Hao ""
Can you be a little more serious about naming your sword skills?
First there was Splitting Heaven, then there was Slaughtering Heaven, and now there is Burying Heaven. They are all competing with ‘Heaven’!
"Okay, the task of my soul consciousness has been completed. I have some energy left to help you improve your cultivation!" the white-haired old man continued.
"You still have a long way to go. No matter what, you must keep yourself alive. Only when you are alive can you have hope!"
"This space will collapse in an hour. The exit is in the dry well in front. See you in the ninth-level star field!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body turned into a white light and disappeared into Ling Hao's body.
The next moment, Ling Hao felt a violent energy sweeping through his body, rushing forward.
I didn’t have time to think too much, so I quickly sat down cross-legged and stimulated my blood vessels and mind to calm down.
.
call!
In about half an hour, a monstrous force burst out from him, overwhelming mountains and seas, and the surrounding trees instantly turned into powder.
Eighth grade Qianyuan!
The white-haired old man's soul consciousness directly raised him to three small levels!
So powerful!
"Thank you, senior!"
After resting for a while, Ling Hao stood up and bowed towards the void.
Then, he came to a dry well not far away and jumped in.
After an unknown amount of time, Ling Hao found that he had returned to the previous stone room.
"Come back!" Xian'er's voice sounded at the door.
"Yeah!" Ling Hao smiled and nodded.
"Eighth-grade Qianyuan?"
"It's all the credit of that senior!" Ling Hao continued to smile.
"No need to be modest, this has a lot to do with your physique. Without this physique, it will be useless for anyone to help you!" Xian'er replied.
After finishing speaking, the two of them walked out of the cave.
"Miss Xian'er, do you know about the Heavenly Tribulation?" Ling Hao asked as he walked.
"I know!" Xian'er added after responding.
"You don't have to think about it for the time being, because it's not time for you to think about it yet. Your top priority is to make yourself stronger as soon as possible!"
"Otherwise, everything is just talk!"
"Okay!" Ling Hao nodded.
After a short pause, he continued, "Miss Xian'er, do you know about the Tianmeng Alliance in the eighth-order star field?"
"What kind of Tianmeng are they? They are just a bunch of rabble!" Xian'er sneered. "If they want to take advantage of you, just kill them!"
"" Ling Hao's mouth twitched slightly, "I understand!"
"The half-immortal and your women have all gone into seclusion. What are your plans next?" Xian'er continued.
"Miss Zhong is also in seclusion?" Ling Hao was stunned for a moment.
He asked very curiously, "Miss Xian'er, how did you and Miss Zhong meet?"
"She is in the seventh-order star field and you are in the eighth-order star field. How could you possibly meet?"
"According to what she said, you shouldn't be someone who likes gossip!" Xian'er responded.
"Just out of curiosity!" Ling Hao smiled.
"You will know later!" Xian'er continued to reply.
"Okay!" Ling Hao paused and asked again, "When will Miss Zhong and the others be released from seclusion?"
"It can be as fast as three months, or as slowly as half a year!" Xian'er responded.
"Then let me go to Ji Zong first!" Ling Hao thought for a moment and then said, "Then I will go to Lingxiao Pavilion!"
The Nine Dragon Cauldron is still in the Ji Sect, so he naturally has to go there first, otherwise if time passes and the old man in white is really angry, he will be in trouble!
"Thank you for thinking of giving the Nine Dragon Cauldron to the eldest lady of Ji Zong!" Xian'er continued.
"In the past month, at least three waves of forces have gone to Ji Sect, and the entire Ji Sect has reached a precarious situation."
"People are not as good as snakes, they are asking for it!" Ling Hao smiled faintly, "By the way, Miss Xian'er, do you know where the headquarters of Ji Zong and Lingxiao Pavilion are?"
"I know!" After Xian'er finished speaking, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a stream of information disappeared from the center of Ling Hao's eyebrows.
"Thank you!" Ling Hao said after reading the information.
"Do you need me to go with you?" Xian'er asked.
"Thank you, Miss Xian'er!" Ling Hao smiled, "I don't need to bother you with such a small matter!"
"Okay!" Xian'er responded.
About a quarter of an hour later, the two came to the small courtyard where Xian'er lived.
"Brother Ling Hao, come out!" Bai Ling came over.
"Yeah!" Ling Hao nodded with a smile.
"You hurry up and hurry up. If you don't go, the Nine Dragon Cauldron will be snatched away by other forces!" Xian'er said.