V6.Chapter 315

On the spacious Avenue, pedestrians come and go in an endless stream. This is the only way to the LingXiao Temple of the first sect in the East, and the big city with thousands of years of history and millions of people is one of the largest city states on the whole continent.

Every day, countless people rush to this city. Some of them are the disciples of LingXiao Temple all over the country, some are vendors from the whole continent, and there are many practitioners with pilgrimage in mind. They come here to worship this city as the supreme Holy Land in their minds.

When he Yiming appeared on this Avenue on a white horse, he immediately attracted the attention of countless people, and many people saluted him respectfully. What's more, some of them were obviously the children at the bottom of the Lingxiao temple. Even on the avenue, they knelt down without suspicion.

Glancing at the single horn on the white horse's head, he Yiming immediately understood what the problem was.

Although not everyone can recognize their appearance, the white horse with horns on his head is unique in the world. If these people can't guess their identity after seeing lightning, it's weird.

With a gentle clip on the horse's belly, the white horse immediately turned into a white light, leaving a series of shadows on the road, flying straight ahead.

Everyone looked different, but their eyes were full of excitement.

This time, being able to meet the chief guest elder in the door is enough for them to show off in front of their companions. Although they did not have the blessing to talk with the elder, it was a worthwhile trip to see the world-famous top holy beast.

White horse's speed is extremely fast, and it has entered this unique city without walls in a moment.

He Yiming learned a lesson. He didn't stop, but with the flexibility of white horse thunder, he didn't bump into anyone all the way. Even if he passed by some people, they could only feel a gust of wind, and then there was no abnormality in front of him with a flash of white light.

Of course, some powerful cultivators vaguely saw a white shadow, but because the speed of the white horse was too fast, other people could not really notice it except the venerable. So they looked around and couldn't help feeling a little suspicious.

Suddenly, the thunder and lightning stopped steadily.

He Yiming smiled. This guy really knew the way. He suddenly came to the courtyard where Jin campaign lived.

Every time he came to Lingxiao temple, he lived in this place, and this time of course is no exception.

His ears moved slightly, and he Yiming's face immediately flashed a smile. If he didn't hear it wrong, Jin battle was exercising his skills and Qi in the room.

Now he has become the youngest venerable in Lingxiao temple, but Jin battle did not move out of here and live in the tower of heaven, but still chose his most familiar place to practice slowly.

Although the Jin campaign does not have a chaotic body like he Yiming, his talent is also the most top among all practitioners. Venerable people over 150 years old are quite rare even in the era of Shinto. In today's world, it is even more rare and few.

The whole Lingxiao temple has high hopes for the Jin campaign, hoping that he can become the second humanitarian peak strongman in the sect in the future.

However, whether he can step into this top humanitarian ranks depends on his chance.

If he can't understand and absorb the power of God in the end, even if he has Guanghua six magic soldiers, he can't climb this realm.

He coughed gently. The sound was not loud, but for Jin battle in the room, it was undoubtedly like a thunder on the ground, which immediately woke him up.

His body shook for a moment, and Jin battle immediately opened the door. At the first sight of he Yiming, he immediately laughed and said, "brother he, I knew you were safe."

He Yiming was stunned and said, "brother Jin, what happened?"

Jin battle stepped out and came to he Yiming. He looked around carefully and said, "brother he, you left the island last time and never came back. We are all worried about you."

He Yiming's face was slightly red. He heran smiled and said, "last time I went out, I encountered an accident. Later, I saw it for too long, so I came back to the mainland directly."

He chased Franklin at sea for a whole month, and then traveled all the way to the western world. Naturally, it was impossible to return to Liuli island in southern Xinjiang.

At the head of the Jin campaign, he sighed: "after you're gone forever, Liuli Island sent people to search for your whereabouts everywhere in southern Xinjiang. Finally, he found incredible traces of battle on a desert island, and..." he paused, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "we found a new grave. Master Zhuang went to the island to have a look, but he couldn't confirm the identity of the other side."

He Yiming smiled dumbly and said, "brother Zhuang is not uncertain, but not sure."

Jin Zhan's eyes lit up slightly and said, "Master Zhuang looked really strange that day, but no matter how we asked, he didn't say a word."

In fact, the scene of the battle of gold on that day is still fresh in my memory. As soon as Zhuang munan of Liuli Island saw the man dug out of the tomb, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes were full of fear.

If you can scare a dignified person like this, you can imagine his identity.

It was because of the discovery of the body and the island that seemed to be neatly split in half by something that made all people in southern Xinjiang feel inexplicable panic.

Then, everyone left in batches, and they all had to pass on the terrible news.

He Yiming nodded slightly, looking at the expectant eyes of Jin battle, and he had no intention to hide anything. He said, "this person really has a lot of history. He is Garfield, the contemporary president of the Western Dark Alliance Parliament."

Jin battle took a cold breath, although he also thought about this problem in his heart. However, as a cultivator, he couldn't believe that a person with the highest level of the Ninth Heaven would easily fall in that place.

In the hearts of these people, the strong at the peak of humanity cannot die.

"Brother he, you were there." Jin battle smiled bitterly and said, "who killed that jiuchongtian?"

He Yiming gently waved his hand and said, "don't look at me like this. He was plotted by Franklin, otherwise he wouldn't die so easily."

This sentence is absolutely true. If it weren't for Franklin's sneak attack, Garfield's strength, although lacking hands and feet, would not affect his use of divine light flight.

With the escape ability of the strongest in the dark world, he Yiming has little confidence to catch up.

"Temple Pope?" Jin battle asked suspiciously, such a person will also plot against others? Today is a long experience.

He Yiming said in a few words that he went to the nameless island and had a conflict with two top masters in the West. Of course, in this process, he Yiming simplified it as much as possible, and attributed most of the credit to Jimo fanshu and the white horse thunder nearby.

The battle of Jin really had no doubt, but he somehow knew that he Yiming was already an expert at that level. Even in the fight at the peak of humanity, he would not suffer a great loss.

With a long sigh, Jin battle said with emotion: "four human peak strongmen, a top holy beast... Unfortunately, Jin failed to see such a fierce scene."

He Yiming smiled dumbly and said, "brother Jin, there will be a chance in the future."

Jin battle nodded heavily and said, "yes, you have been successfully promoted to jiuchongtian. It's much more convenient to ask for advice from you in the future." He suddenly clapped his hands gently and said, "Uncle Hao has said that once you come back, I will take you to see him immediately. Follow me."

He Yiming slightly frowned, put the white horse and the treasure pig into the room where he originally lived, and then followed the golden battle to the Tongtian pagoda.

As for the hundred and eight and blood clotting people, their appearance is really quite strange, especially the Shinto blood clotting people have the appearance of the ancestors of the Yu family. In order not to cause any trouble, he Yiming asked them to stop outside the Lingxiao temple and didn't follow in.

Anyway, the two sides are not far away. Using the idea of Shinto coagulation people in his mind and the tracker of 108, he can contact those two at any time.

As he Yiming is now, there is no problem even sitting in the room waiting for Hao Dong to come to the door. But he silently followed behind the battle of gold and walked towards the Tongtian pagoda.

For him, Hao Dong is an elder who cares about him very much. He used to be, is now, and will be the same in the future.

Entering the Tongtian pagoda, a satisfied smile flashed on the face of Jin battle. Brother he was still that brother he, and he did not become arrogant because of the sharp increase in strength.

Of course, with such strength, even if he Yiming doesn't care, others will take the initiative to change their attitude towards him.

Just like at this moment, when Hao Dong saw the battle of Jin, he immediately informed Xu Xinghe to come here. Looking at his appearance, he Yiming was completely regarded as the most distinguished guest, and even he felt a little impolite to accompany him alone.

Soon, after receiving the news, Xu Xinghe also came to Hao Dong's room. After carefully looking at he Yiming and counting his eyes, the five Qi Great venerable in the Lingxiao hall gave a very complicated sigh. He bowed deeply and said, "congratulations to the elder for his great skill, and he has been proud of the world since then."

He Yiming chuckled and said, "brother Xu is over praised. It's not easy to be proud of the world."

One mountain is higher than another in martial arts cultivation.

Before he Yiming was promoted to jiuchongtian, he always thought that the peak of humanity was the top power in the world, but after this trip to the west, his idea was immediately dismissed.

In addition, from the mouth of the holy beast king of the open sea, the island of God was pressed in his heart like a big stone.

Proud of the world, even people with Shinto coagulation may not be able to do it.