The ancient sky-covering talisman can conceal the aura on Tiangang's body. Otherwise, once his Pangu bloodline erupts and is discovered by the strong men of the Hua clan and the Tianzhu Sect, there will definitely be great trouble.
"Thank you, Palace Master!"
There was a hint of gratitude in Tiangang's eyes. Although breaking through to the semi-saint realm was a happy event, he also knew the consequences if Pangu's bloodline was leaked.
Ling Xiao was also thinking that it was time to take Tian Gang to meet Pangu Feng and others in the Fantian Yin world. Perhaps they would have some ways to help Pangu Feng continue to hide the Pangu bloodline.
whoosh!
The Fantian Seal flashed and floated back into Lingxiao's hand, and the barrier covering the entire Zhanshan also disappeared.
Outside of the Battle Mountain, there were many figures with powerful auras. They were all elders and true disciples of the Temple of War God. Their eyes were full of curiosity, wondering what had happened on the Battle Mountain.
"Master Long... Grandmaster Great-grandfather actually broke through to the semi-saint realm? No wonder Zhanshan was sealed off for three days, it turns out it was because Grandmaster Great-grandfather Long broke through!"
After seeing Ling Xiao's cultivation, a disciple couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.
"No! Look at the other disciples of the Battle Hall. They...they...they have all broken through to the Semi-Saint realm? Oh my God, this is too incredible, isn't it?"
Someone exclaimed, as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes fell on Tiangang and others, with disbelief in his eyes.
Three days ago, many disciples of the War Hall were only at the Divine King realm. War Mountain was closed for three days, but as a result, all of them broke through to the Semi-Saint realm, and were promoted collectively. This was too scary.
The faces of the disciples and elders outside Zhanshan were filled with expressions of extreme horror.
However, their shock did not last long, because the three days were up and Ling Xiao's promotion ceremony was about to begin.
This promotion ceremony made the entire War God Temple boil over. It was a grand event. Countless disciples and elders came out to see the style of the new Lord of the War God Temple.
Ling Xiao didn't have any big feelings about the promotion ceremony, but this was a grand event for the entire sect and a symbol of the War Hall's re-rise, so Ling Xiao was very cooperative with the promotion ceremony this time.
The promotion ceremony was held in a sea of clouds between nine suspended holy mountains. Hundreds of thousands of disciples and elders from the entire War God Temple came to participate.
The God of War in White and the other eight hall masters also appeared.
The rituals of the promotion ceremony are extremely complicated, requiring a series of procedures including worshiping heaven and earth, worshiping the ancestors of the Temple of War, burning incense and waiting, blessing the crown, etc.
Ling Xiao completed these steps very calmly and calmly, and accepted the worship of countless disciples and elders of the Temple of War God.
"I didn't expect that this Grandmaster Long is so young. I heard that he is less than a hundred years old. He became the master of the Battle Hall at such a young age. It's really enviable!"
"But the War Palace has been in decline for so many years. It's not easy to restore the glory of a million years ago!"
"This junior uncle-master has extraordinary talent. This time he was promoted to the Lord of the Battle Hall, overshadowing the three Saint Sons!"
"… "
Everyone was talking about it, with different looks in their eyes.
Ling Xiao's expression was extremely calm, as if he didn't hear other people's discussions at all. Others might be ecstatic about this kind of attention, but Ling Xiao was able to treat it calmly.
In Ling Xiao's view, apart from his own strength, everything else is just illusion.
"Um?"
There was a gleam of light in Ling Xiao's eyes as he noticed a middle-aged man in purple robe among the eight hall masters. He looked tall, handsome, and extremely majestic, but Ling Xiao sensed a hint of hostility from him.
"The Lord of the Thunder Palace, Lei Xuansha? It's fine if you don't provoke me! But if you dare to provoke me, I won't be polite either!"
Ling Xiao sneered in his heart. Lei Xuansha was a saint, but he was hostile to him. It was probably because of Zhan Tianxing. Ling Xiao had also heard that Zhan Tianxing was Lei Xuansha's disciple.
"The promotion ceremony is over! Everyone pay homage to the Lord of the War Hall!"
As the voice of an elder spread throughout the sky above the Temple of War God, Ling Xiao had already walked to the sky and stood beside the God of War in white, alongside the other eight hall masters!
Above the void, clouds and mist were lingering, and the momentum was vast. The white-robed God of War and the eight hall masters were all saints, and only Ling Xiao had just broken through to the semi-saint realm, which seemed particularly abrupt.
"Join the Battle Hall Master!"
In the entire War God Temple, all the disciples and elders below the Saint Realm bowed to Ling Xiao in unison, their voices shaking the sky and sounding magnificent.
Although most people were genuinely happy, after all, three days ago Ling Xiao had defeated Huang Tai in a single battle on Zhan Mountain, which had impressed them deeply, but there were still a few people who looked unhappy.
Lei Qianjue, Xing Jun and others felt extremely aggrieved and their faces looked ugly. In the blink of an eye, Ling Xiao's status was above them, which made it difficult for them to accept.
Ling Xiao stood above the clouds, looking at the people in the War God Temple below, his expression indifferent and calm, and he slowly said: "My fellow disciples, please stand up!"
Everyone raised their heads and their eyes fell on Ling Xiao.
"I am young and of low virtue, but I was blessed by the Red Dragon God of War, and I was given the Fantian Seal. I was also valued by the God of War and promoted to the Lord of the War Hall. I was terrified! I know the weight of my responsibility, so I can only work hard to cultivate, achieve enlightenment and become a saint as soon as possible, restore the former glory of the War Hall, and do my duty for the War Hall!
The Temple of War God was founded on war, and it fights against heaven and earth, and all enemies that can be fought, and is ranked among the twelve immortal holy places in the God Realm. I hope that all of you in my Temple of War God will not fear strong enemies, and have blood, pride, and a heart that will never give up in a hundred battles!
I am a disciple of the Battle God Temple, why should I hesitate to fight?"
Ling Xiao's voice was extremely calm, and it resounded throughout the entire War God Temple, but it contained a passionate spirit that made all the disciples in the War God Temple look excited, and their blood boiled.
"That's right. I am a disciple of the Temple of War. Why should I hesitate to fight?"
“Hahaha… This Uncle Long said it well, and he did it! Even if his strength is not as good as mine for the time being, based on what he did, I admire him!”
Many disciples said this, looking at Ling Xiao with eyes full of fanaticism.
That’s right! The Temple of War has been suppressed for too long!
Ever since the catastrophe a million years ago, the Temple of War God has been suppressed by those with ulterior motives and began to weaken. Even the disciples of the Temple of War God have become cautious over the years and some even swallow their anger.
But every disciple of the War God Temple was not willing to accept this. Ling Xiao's words aroused their passion that had been suppressed for a long time, and each of them was so excited that they could not control themselves!
At this moment, all the disciples of the Nine Veins, whether they had friction with each other on a daily basis or not, thought of Ling Xiao’s words.
I am a disciple of the Temple of War, so why should I be afraid of fighting
(End of this chapter)