Chapter 230 Desolate Land
"You guys are quite enterprising, so it's not too embarrassing."
Lin Dong stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the four true legends of Huangdian with a calm expression.
Perhaps due to stimulation, the four of Pang Tong joined forces but were defeated by Lin Dong, and even single-handedly sent him to the position of chief of the Huangdian. A few of them learned their shame and became brave.
After not seeing each other for several months, the four people in the Seven-Yuan Nirvana Realm have made breakthroughs in their cultivation.
Pang Tong has successfully stepped into the eighth realm. Although Song Zhou failed to attack the eighth level of Nirvana, his aura has faintly stepped into the eighth realm. Jiang Hao and Fang Yun have reached the peak of the seventh realm of nirvana.
"I'm so ashamed!"
A trace of darkness flashed in the eyes of Pang Tong and the other four people, and they listened submissively to the chief senior brother's reprimand. The four people who were crushed like a torment had no shame to refute.
"Pang Tong barely managed to pass. Song Zhou, Jiang Hao, and Fang Yun, you three, I will give you three more months. You must successfully survive the eighth level of Nirvana before the sect competition."
"Otherwise, you can go and ask Uncle Chen Zhen to resign as a true successor. Our Huang Palace really cannot afford to lose this person." Lin Dong said with an indifferent expression.
Several senior officials of Huangdian in front of the array looked at the scene in front of them with smiles and did not say anything to stop it.
Supervising junior disciples to practice is the responsibility and obligation of the chief of a palace. Even if Chen and Zhen are the masters of the palace, they will not easily prevent Lin Dong from exercising this right.
These brats have been left alone for too long. They really should find someone to discipline them. Without pressure, there would be no motivation.
"Yes, I will obey the orders of Chief Senior Brother!"
The three people from Song Zhou who were named looked solemn and bowed.
In the Tiandian camp, Ying Huanhuan, who was wearing a long white dress, was holding the arm of a beautiful figure, but her eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of Lin Dong.
The way that guy scolded his junior brother was really pretty.
The girl thought happily in her heart.
"Hey, what are you looking at, girl? Why did you go on a mission with that boy and your whole heart was drawn to him?"
The woman in black clothes has a slender body and a face that is somewhat similar to Ying Huanhuan, but her temperament is more mature and sharp.
"Sister, what are you talking about"
Ying Huanhuan pushed the woman in Xuanyi reluctantly, and then said angrily: "But mother said..."
"Don't talk to me about what my mother said. She talks about it all day long. Did she tell you that she was married to her father at the fingertips and was not in love with anyone at all? Pass."
"That is to say, the set of things that mother taught us were all imagined out of thin air by mother. She really didn't even know that she had sold them to us."
The woman in Xuanyi interrupted Ying Huanhuan angrily.
"...Mom, has she been lying to me?"
Ying Huanhuan's rosy little mouth instantly opened into a circle. The girl couldn't understand why the things her mother imagined were so useful.
"Yes, only a silly girl like you would really believe in my mother, and actually do it." The woman in Xuanyi nodded angrily at her sister.
"But what my mother taught me was really useful, and I succeeded."
Ying Huanhuan rubbed her head with her delicate hands and retorted weakly.
The woman in black clothes: "..."
In the void that ordinary people cannot perceive, two breathless figures float quietly, fully observing the actions of the disciples of the Fourth Hall.
"The headmaster seems to value that little guy named Lin Dong very much. Do you really believe that he can successfully obtain the Great Desolation Scripture?"
An old man in blue robe looked down with interest, his tone was calm, and his words seemed to correspond to Xuanzi, the supreme leader of the Taoist sect.
"Yes, he is the first disciple who gave me such strong confidence after he continued Zhou Tong. I have a feeling that this little guy will bring us many surprises."
Ying Xuanzi stepped on the void, with a smile on his gentle face all year round.
"Haha, let's wait and see."
The old man in blue robe smiled noncommittally.
...
The shaking on the top of the mountain lasted for more than an hour, and the majestic monument with a height of thousands of feet finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and all eyes immediately looked towards the direction of the desolate palace.
The protagonist of today's story is the five major disciples of Huangdian... or a certain disciple.
"Lin Dong, the Great Desolation Monument has been opened. The five of you should go forward."
Under the gaze of everyone, the master of Chenzhen Palace suppressed the anxiety in his heart and said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Master Chenzhen!"
The five figures who were at the forefront of the Huangdian disciples suddenly moved, and all turned into a faint light and swept over the gray-yellow ancient mountain.
"Boom!"
As if sensing the arrival of several people, the ground in front of the Great Desolation Monument cracked, and five earth-yellow seats immediately emerged.
"Senior Brother Lin Dong, please come first."
Pang Tong and the others, who looked excited, were about to step forward, but subconsciously turned their heads to look at the thin figure.
"No, please sit down together. After all, it is the first time for the four of you to accept the inheritance. If possible, I hope you can also bring the Great Desolation Sutra back to my Desolate Palace."
Lin Dong stopped and smiled gently at the four of them.
"I got it!"
Sensing the sincerity in Lin Dong's words, Pang Tong and the others nodded solemnly, and then the five of them took a step forward at the same time and sat down cross-legged.
"Buzz!"
Five huge beams of light descended from the head, just covering Lin Dong and the others who were sitting cross-legged, dragging their minds into a secret and unknown place.
"You five must work hard..."
Looking at the five figures who suddenly stood still like sculptures, many Taoist masters secretly said something in their hearts.
...
This is an extremely desolate and lonely world, filled with the meaning of decay. The endless yellow plains are covered with hideous ravines one after another, and even the sky is dyed with a strange layer of yellow.
"Buzz!"
The space rippled slightly, and a tall figure suddenly appeared, with its feet on the ground, looking at this unfamiliar space with interest.
"Tsk, why do all the ancient divine objects like to play this kind of tune? They all have to hold a unique meeting before meeting?"
The handsome young man with a jade-like face lowered his head as if feeling something.
The desolate land beneath his feet was absorbing his power, elemental power, mental power and even physical strength, greedily and desperately stealing all his power.
But he didn't take action immediately. Instead, he stood quietly for several minutes. After experiencing the strange feeling, he smiled and said: "Okay, that's enough."
"The power of devouring, seal!"
Following Lin Dong's thought, the rich devouring power surged out, quickly forming a light devouring film on his body to wrap it up. The passing power was immediately intercepted, forming a perfect circle.
As the being in charge of the Devouring Ancestral Talisman, Lin Dong himself has a flawless body, and nothing can bypass his own will and steal his power wantonly.