Dangdang Dangdang. The rapid alarm sounded constantly, and the entire Martial God Temple knew about it.

As Ling Yu arrived halfway up the mountain, seven martial saints had already arrived, but they were all junior and intermediate martial saints and they didn't dare to take action at all.

Until Ling Yu came to the main entrance of the Martial God Temple, there were already powerful guards lined up to stare at them.

These guards are actually powerful people from Wuzong, with as many as thirty or forty.

And standing in front are three martial saints.

These three martial saints are all high-level martial saints, especially a white-haired man in the middle. He has a restrained aura and a gentle look, revealing a controllable momentum. Wherever he stands, it seems like a monument, which makes people respect and awe.

This is an existence that has reached the peak of the Martial Saint, and even a sense of ethereality is revealed in its breath, as if it has comprehended the wonder of space.

"It's the eldest brother, the eldest brother has come out of seclusion."

"The eldest brother has been in seclusion for three years and has been preparing to reach the level of the God of War. I don't know if it has been successful?"

"Did you sense the breath of the eldest brother? You seem to be an ordinary person, but there is another controllable momentum. Moreover, the breath all over your body is empty, as if it is no longer like the world. Isn't this a little similar to the breath of the master?"

"Is it true that the eldest brother has broken through to the level of the martial god?"

"If this is true, then you should be able to kill this person and avenge your senior brothers seventh and third brothers."

When several martial saints saw the white-haired man, they were extremely surprised, as if they had found their backbone, and they started to talk in a low voice

. "I have no grievances and grudges from the Heavenly Burial Temple of the God of War, why do I kill my two junior brothers?"

The white-haired man spoke slowly.

The sound is not loud, but it is extremely clear. Every word is very loud and powerful. If you have a little weaker strength, you will definitely show a little weakness in your heart.

"Who said there is no grievance or grudge? Tianzang kidnapped my son and quickly let Tianzang roll out and hand it over to my son."

Ling Yu's eyes stayed on the white-haired man for a moment, sneered, then closed his eyes slightly, sensed everything in this world, and vaguely captured the breath left by Ling Tiandao here.

It seems that Ling Tiandao has been here for a while, but he only left not long ago.

"Who is your son?"

The white-haired man was surprised in his heart that it should be very important for the person who was kidnapped by the Heavenly Burial Martial God.

"Ling Tiandao, have you heard of it?"

Ling Yu said proudly.

"Ling Tiandao?" The white-haired man showed a hint of confusion on his face. He had been in seclusion for several years and had no idea what happened recently.

"Ah, it's my junior brother. How could it be that the master's personal disciple received a year ago? The younger junior brother is his son."

A beautiful woman next to the white-haired man exclaimed.

She is the second disciple of the Heavenly Burial Martial God, the Biyue Martial Saint.

Advanced Martial Saint Level.

As for the white-haired man on the other side is the fourth disciple of the Tianzang Martial God, the Tianlong Martial Saint, and the mighty man who was killed by Ling Yu was the third disciple, the Badao Martial Saint.

When they heard that Ling Tiandao was Ling Yu's son, all the martial saints present exclaimed.

The Heavenly Burial Martial Saint has never recruited a personal disciple, but is just a registered disciple. However, a year ago, he actually brought back a child and held a grand meeting to collect disciples. He even invited some friends with martial gods to participate in the enrollment ceremony.

Moreover, Ling Tiandao impressed them deeply. It is said that at the disciple-taking ceremony, he did not give face to the Heavenly Burial Martial God.

Of course, there is another extremely important thing, which is Ling Tiandao's natural divine body.

This made other martial gods envious.

It is no wonder that the Heavenly Burial Martial God was accepted as a personal disciple.

What shocked them the most was that in just one year, they had reached the peak of the Martial Saint's strength from the Wuzong level. Not to mention their registered disciples, even the Heavenly Burial Martial God was shocked.

"The master actually recruits disciples."

The white-haired man showed a hint of surprise on his face, then looked at Ling Yu and said slowly: "My master accepts your son as his disciple, which should be a god-given opportunity. Why should you stop him? Now he is killing the Heaven-Cang Martial God Temple and forming an unresolvable hatred. Even if you are the father of your junior brother, I will definitely take you down and ask your master to convict you."

"Hey, it seems that if I don't get rid of you, I will never be able to find the way of heaven with peace of mind."

Ling Yu shook his head, then murderous intent suddenly arose. The Holy Sword of Light in his hand suddenly sucked out half a foot of sword light from the field, and suddenly moved and slashed at the white-haired man.

The white-haired man felt an indescribable murderous intent suddenly attacking, and was shocked. Even if he had reached the level of a half-step martial god, he felt an irresistible danger. He immediately shouted: "Design the Great Burial Heaven Array."

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Chapter completed!