Sword Venerable Ling Tian

All of the Cheng Family Martial Cultivator s were subdued by Ling Tian's powerful strength.    

With such a Young Lord leading them, they couldn't help but feel proud in their hearts.    

For all these years, the Cheng family had been hiding in the bitter cold of the Northern Wastelands. For them, a thousand years was too long. They did not want to continue living in seclusion like this.    

"Quickly get up! Everyone, quickly get up!"    

Ling Tianshuang raised his hand and helped everyone up.    

"Haha, Young Lord, I am convinced. Let's go back and talk!"    

Cheng Jiujin laughed out loud as he walked forward, pulled Ling Tian's Arm along, and welcomed the group to the mountain range's Cheng Family Ancestral Mansion.    

"What?" Tuoba Yongye levelled up to Dou Huang? How is that possible? "    

Inside the Ancestral Mansion, a group of Cheng Clan Rankers and Yin Hong were seated. The ones in charge were Ling Tian and Cheng Jiujin.    

Upon hearing the news that Tuoba Yongye had broken through the Yan State's defensive line, Cheng Jiujin's face suddenly changed and turned pale in fright.    

"That's right, everything happened suddenly, and every second now, the Huns is killing our fellow countrymen."    

"Therefore, I have no other choice but to go deeper into the Northern Wasteland. Fortunately, you guys are still here."    

Ling Tian heaved a long sigh.    

"That's nothing, but from what I know, Huns's previous Dou Huang seemed to have just fallen less than three hundred years ago, and his Soul Duel transformed into the Prophet's Guardian Golden Valley. At that time, Tuoba Yongye would have just advanced to the eighth stage of Arena, how did he suddenly break through?"    

"I really can't figure it out. There must be something fishy about this!"    

Cheng Jiujin shook his head.    

"Does General Cheng feel the same way? Therefore, we must go to this Golden Valley, and only then, will we be able to find out Tuoba Yongye's secret. We must also destroy the Golden Valley in one go and force Tuoba Yongye to come back to provide assistance! "    

Ling Tian said as he looked at Cheng Jiujin.    

"I know that too. This is the best method."    

"But Young Lord, do you know what Golden Valley means to Huns?" Cheng Jiujin suddenly asked.    

"That's a Holy Land, a Zhong State equivalent to a Southern Tang!" Ling Tian said.    

"That's right!"    

"The Golden Valley is the place where the Huns originated from. The Golden Big Account of the Turkic tribe is there, so the Huns won't let your guard down."    

"Of course, they would not expect us to ambush the Golden Valley, the most troublesome one right now is the Hun Prophet."    

Cheng Jiujin's expression was extremely stern, as though the Huns's prophet was an extremely terrifying existence.    

"I was also about to ask, just what kind of existence is the Hun Prophet and what is the combat power?"    

Ling Tian looked at the crowd. Previously, Yin Biluo did not give Ling Tian a clear explanation.    

"Hun Prophet ?"    

"That's a powerful existence. After death, every session of Huns's Dou Huang, would infuse their own soul battle energy into the Puppet that they condensed their entire lives. From then on, the Puppet would become a powerful existence that was only second to the Martial King!"    

"At least, the combat power s are all at the eighth stage of Arena!"    

"The last session of Huns's Dou Huang, before the establishment of the Southern Tang, was heavily injured, and after recuperating for several thousand years, they had yet to restore their combat power to its original state. Otherwise, the Huns would not be so obedient, with their combative nature, as long as the Dou Huang is still present, they would definitely fight over the continent with my Human Race.    

"And that Dou Huang, in the end, fell three hundred years ago. Back then, the Northern Wasteland was in turmoil, and there was an outbreak of battle qi. This could not be hidden from the Human Race.    

"Today, the Golden Valley Prophet of the Golden Valley s are precisely those formed with Dou Huang back then. If one wants to destroy the Golden Valley, one must face this Puppet Prophet."    

"Young Lord, your combat power is strong, but you are still young. Are you confident you can defeat that prophet?"    

"If he doesn't die, no matter how many armies we go to, it will be useless."    

When Cheng Jiujin said this, everyone in the ancestral home became silent.    

If what Cheng Jiujin had said was true, then this prophet was indeed terrifyingly strong. Thinking about it, even Ling Tian was definitely not his match.    

The combat power below Martial King, how terrifying was that?    

Ling Tian sat on the large chair and slowly clenched his fists tightly.    

His current combat power was at the seventh stage of Arena. If he used all of his trump cards, the Battle Character Formula and the Murdering Character Formula might reinforce him, and he might be able to battle a Arena of the eighth stage.    

Even though he knew that even if this was the case, he would still die 90% of the time.    

However, he had no other choice.    

Even if he gave it his all, he still wanted to give it a try!    

"Don't worry, all of you. Leave the prophet to me."    

"Even if I die, I will perish together with him!"    

Ling Tian shouted in a low voice, his generous and tragic aura of death causing everyone in the ancestral home to be moved.    

With this level of Young Lord, what else could he need?    

"Young Lord, I think it's best if we think about it carefully. We can't let you in such a dangerous situation, you are Ling Family's hope, if by any chance ?"    

Yin Hong sighed as he rubbed his forehead helplessly.    

"Sigh, that's not right!"    

"Patriarch? Didn't you forget that when the Old Ancestor left, he said that the Duke of Ling had left something in our Cheng Family? "    

"They said that Ling Family would come here in the future and handed over the thing over."    

"Maybe this is a lucky chance!"    

"Today, Young Lord has arrived. Wasn't the Old Ancestor just talking about Young Lord?"    

At this time, an old man from the Cheng Clan who was sitting at the first seat suddenly said.    

"Damn, look at my pig's brain. I've long forgotten about the Old Ancestor's teachings!"    

Hearing that, Cheng Jiujin suddenly slapped his big fat head, he immediately looked at Ling Tian, and his eyes flashed: "Young Lord, our Cheng Family has an item left behind by the Duke of Ling. The Old Ancestor has been here for hundreds of years, I have forgotten about it!"    

Ling Tian, "..."    

To be able to forget this, wasn't it too unreasonable?    

"What is it?"    

Ling Tian asked anxiously.    

Although he felt somewhat helpless towards Cheng Jiujin, he was still quite curious.    

The Duke of Ling actually left him something?    

"Let me think, that thing is rather unremarkable, I forgot where I put it!"    

Cheng Jiujin scratched his head, making everyone speechless.    

"I remember!"    

Suddenly, Cheng Jiujin shouted and jumped, scaring everyone. After that, they saw Cheng Jiujin take down a plaque from the main hall's top, and after it appeared a pitch-black wood box.    

"This is the thing. We can't see anything special about it. It has been there for a long time!"    

Cheng Jiujin took off the wood box and handed it over to Ling Tian.    

Ling Tian received the wood box but discovered that there was already a thick layer of dust on top of it.    

Wiping away the dust, although the wood box looked extremely ordinary, there was no pattern on it or any way to lift it.    

However, the material it was made of was extremely special, and Ling Tian was actually unable to identify what kind of material it was made of.    

The most important thing was that there were no gaps in the wood box's body at all. It seemed to be dead!    

"How do I open it?"    

Yin Hong frowned.    

"We don't know either. We had studied it for a long time. We didn't dare to move. "    

"Young Lord, why don't you try slashing the sword?"    

Cheng Jiujin said.    

Ling Tianyao shook his head, "Definitely not, these materials are special, even if it's a Wangdao Weapon Blade, I can't cut it into pieces. Furthermore, I am worried that if I use brute force, the wood box will self-destruct."    

He carefully checked once again, but there was no Array on it, so obviously the sword shadow was also useless.    

"Hmm?"    

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Ling Tian's mind. He slipped the Thunder Sword out and a drop of the blood essence was forced out, dropping onto the box.    

"Hua!"    

The moment the blood essence entered the wood box, it suddenly bloomed, causing the entire hall to flash as bright as day, causing everyone to be unable to open their eyes!