After considering the ability to see the power of the fourth-level great sword master, Ling Yun finally decided to go to the family.

The fourth-level great sword master is able to control the free energy around his body to a small extent, thereby achieving the effect of resisting enemies with the help of the power of heaven and earth. This situation is very similar to the spiritual consciousness born after the sword cultivator condenses the sword soul. Ling Yun could vaguely estimate that when he condenses the sword soul, he will enter the fourth-level great sword master!

Accompanied by many sword masters, Ling Yun came to the capital temple. Everyone wanted to see what kind of extra gifts an 18-year-old second-level sword master could get from the gods.

After learning about the purpose of the group, the priest of the temple brought Ling Yun to the altar and began a ceremony to pray for the gods.

As these priests prayed, Ling Yun frowned immediately. He keenly discovered a magical power from these people. Although this power was different from the power of luck he encountered during his lifetime, it had a vague connection. What kind of connection was beyond what he knew now.

Infected by this mysterious force, everyone's hearts developed a kind of respect from the heart, and they unconsciously joined the chanting queue and became a member of the prayer. Even as strong as the third-level swordsman Roman and Lin Feng and others, they still worshipped the piety deep in their souls without reservation, as if it was their greatest blessing in life to be able to participate in this prayer ceremony.

The increase in the number of prayers caused the mysterious energy to condense suddenly, gathering on the altar to form a huge column of light that rushed straight to the top.

On the bustling and complex ceiling, a magical and mysterious formation exudes a black hole-like devouring aura, absorbing all the mysterious energy, gradually forming a light that almost tears the space apart.

With enough energy, a huge beam of light shot out from the black hole in an instant, covering Ling Yun's body in the blink of an eye.

Moment, absolute moment!

Ling Yun could not capture the trajectory of this beam of light at all. He only felt that its light was so fast - it had already shot out, as if he had ignored the obstacles of space. At this speed that could be called teleportation, Ling Yunbu's tiny maneuvering trick seemed so small that even the snail's running was far inferior to that.

"Zheng!"

A light sound awakened Ling Yun to the shock of the absolute speed. When he looked back, he found that at some point, a shining sword had been stably inserted into the ground beside him and a divine classic was placed.

"How did these two things appear??" Ling Yunzhi felt a trace of cold sweat appear on his body - this is a natural reaction of human beings to unknown crises and fears.

Unlike the heartfelt worship and belief of gods by most people in this world, Lingyun's understanding of gods in this world is only at the stage of cultivators on earth. A little more sophisticated is nothing more than an immortal who has overcome the tribulation and ascends.

Although he is respectful in his heart, he will never have the thought of worship or belief in these strong men who have been cultivated by humans. Even if that slight respect is just the instinct of any sword cultivator towards the strong men.

But people in this world are different. They believe that gods can do everything and believe that their civilization is guided by gods. When humans come to this day, they cannot do without the great grace of gods. Under this mentality, even if the gods are powerful and do incredible things, they still take it for granted.

After all, that is a god. How can a mere mortal understand the act of a god?

Ling Yun calmed down his turbulent state of mind, smiled bitterly with a wry smile to put away the God's Book and the sword given by the gods, and smiled mockingly in his heart: "I can only be considered a small character who cannot be even smaller now. Even in front of the peak human beings, the ninth-level swordsman, he is as weak as an ant. This level of cultivation actually makes people want to understand the gods' actions. Isn't it too overestimated?"

Being good at lofty and magnanimous is a big taboo for practitioners.

The divine light had long disappeared without a trace with the sword and the gods' books. The formation on the ceiling also immersed in it and restored its appearance.

Ling Yun shook his head and walked down the altar.

Generally, after a swordsman receives the divine grace, he naturally needs to check how many honorary and merit rewards he has received to calculate what kind of magical items he can get in exchange for. But at this moment, Ling Yun no longer feels like this. After thanking the priests politely, he directly greeted the few people and left.

Roman looked at the sword in Ling Yun's hand and said a little enviously: "From the quality and luster of this sword, it is at least a third-level legendary sword... However, the eighteen-year-old second-level sword master is simply rare in the world... The gods have always been generous to the rewards of geniuses among geniuses. Maybe this time the reward is an epic sword."

Lin Feng is not so sure. Although there are few swordsmen who reach the second level before the age of twenty, there are not none. In the Heisen Empire, one appears almost every decade. As for those seventh and eighth level civilizations, the frequency of occurrence is even more frequent. If you can get the reward of epic equipment when you are promoted to the second level sword master at the age of twenty, then those seventh and eighth level civilizations will definitely not be so rare. But it is certain that Ling Yun’s legendary sword level level will definitely not be too low!

After leaving the temple, Ling Yun walked in front without saying a word.

After knowing Ling Yun’s character of cultivating a madman, everyone did not disturb him, and they were talking about the level of the sword just now.

As time goes by, Ling Yun has gradually emerged from the unpredictable shock of the gods and ghosts. After all, he is a strong man of the immortal level. What should he, a boy who has just entered the sword cultivation gate, compete with others?

Thinking of this, Ling Yun felt a little better, but he also saw clearly his cultivation direction: "The flow of gods and immortals on the earth have become legends. Even those who presided over the ancient temple Taoist temples are very taboo about the talks about immortals and Buddhas, and dare not make a conclusion that they do exist. However, this planet..."

Ling Yun's eyes flashed with an inexplicable divine light, and his fighting spirit was regained in his heart: "There is no end to practice! Boating against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat! Now I am about to gather the sword soul, and I urgently need the experience of my predecessors to break through the realm as quickly as possible. Since the Lin family has several fourth-level sword masters, the great elder Lin Tianwei has reached the fifth level. If he doesn't seize the opportunity, wouldn't he be sorry for his background?"

Thinking of this, Ling Yun stopped and said to Lin Feng behind him: "Emister Lin Feng, the temple reward has been received now. Let's set off for the Heisen Empire."

Lin Feng nodded immediately, and he naturally hoped that Ling Yun would be as fast as possible: "Just wait for Lord Lin Cheng, we can set off at any time."

Although Lin Yang felt strange to this son, he instinctively said: "You left so quickly? You haven't even entered the house."

Lin Xue beside him also said, "Yes, brother, at least stay at home for a few days before leaving."

Zi Hao originally wanted to speak out and leave Ling Yun, but fortunately he had a good relationship with him these days, but before he could speak, Ling Yun waved his hand: "I believe that we will meet in the Heisen Empire in a short time, and it will not be too late to get together for a few more days."

Lin Feng nodded immediately and said, "I will leave two air patrol warships to assist Deacon Lin Yang in relocation. After you pack up, you can go to the family territory. I believe you will see you again soon."

Seeing that Lin Feng and even the Lin family members were going to take away, Zi Hao was a little anxious. The matter of the Dezhi Empire had not been resolved yet. What if they left and the Dezhi Empire made a comeback? He quickly said to Lin Yang tactfully: "Marquis Lin Yang, why are you leaving so urgent? The noble family has lived here for many years, and there is no rush for a while. Why not wait for Lord Lin Cheng to stabilize there before going over together?"

Why didn't Lin Feng understand what Zihao meant to try to keep Lin Yang? He glanced at Zihao calmly and said, "I will ask Xiaoye to go to the Dezhi Empire and order them to compensate you for your war losses. As for how to compensate, you can discuss with Xiaoye yourself. But I hope you can finish the matter before Marquis Lin Yang and others have finished it."

When Zi Hao heard this, he nodded repeatedly.

If the Lin family members of the Level 6 civilization came forward in person, what else can I say? Even if the other party is just an ordinary member of the Lin family, the Dezhi Empire would never dare to say anything. At that time, those conditions will be raised as much as you want.

After the matter was arranged, Lin Feng hinted to another person: "Assist the deacon well."

The man immediately understood that this was giving himself an opportunity to attach to this emerging force. He immediately nodded in his understanding and said gratefully: "Don't worry, sir, I will never disappoint sir."

Lin Feng responded and said to Lin Yang again: "Sir, let's say goodbye first. See you next day."

"Okay, goodbye to the family another day." Lin Yang nodded, looked at Lin Cheng again with a cold expression, and watched them walk towards the battleship at the Palace Square.
Chapter completed!