Chapter 230: Desolate Land

"You guys are quite enterprising, not too shameful."

Lin Dong stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the four true disciples of the Desolate Palace with a calm expression.

Perhaps because of the stimulation, Pang Tong and the other four joined forces but were defeated by Lin Dong, who even sent him to the position of the chief of the Desolate Palace. They knew shame and then became brave.

After not seeing each other for a few months, the four people in the Seventh Yuan Nirvana Realm have made breakthroughs in their cultivation.

Pang Tong has successfully stepped into the Eighth Yuan. Although Song Zhou failed to impact the Eighth Nirvana Tribulation, his aura has already stepped into the Eighth Yuan. Jiang Hao and Fang Yun have reached the peak of the Seventh Yuan Nirvana Realm.

"We are ashamed!"

A trace of darkness flashed in the eyes of Pang Tong and the other four. They bowed their heads and listened to the reprimand of the chief senior brother. The four people who were crushed like withered withered and rotten had no face to refute.

"Pang Tong barely made it. Song Zhou, Jiang Hao, Fang Yun, I'll give you three more months. You must successfully pass the eighth level of Nirvana before the sect competition."

"Otherwise, you can resign the position of true disciple from Uncle Chen Zhen. My Desolate Palace can't afford to lose this person." Lin Dong said indifferently.

The several high-ranking officials of the Desolate Palace in front of the array watched the scene in front of them with a smile, and did not say anything to stop it.

It is the responsibility and obligation of the chief of a palace to urge the junior brothers to practice. Even if Chen Zhen and the other two are the masters of the palace, they will not easily stop Lin Dong from exercising this right.

These cubs have been left alone for too long. It is indeed time to find someone to discipline them. Without pressure, where would the motivation come from.

"Yes, I will obey the orders of the chief brother!"

The three people named by Song Zhou looked solemn and bowed for a long time.

In the Tian Palace camp, Ying Huanhuan, who was wearing a white dress, was holding the wrist of a beautiful figure, but her eyes could not help but glance in the direction of Lin Dong.

The way that guy scolded his junior brother was also quite beautiful.

The girl thought happily in her heart.

"Hey, what are you looking at again, girl? How come you put your whole heart on that boy after a mission with him?"

The woman in black clothes had a slender body and a face that was somewhat similar to Ying Huanhuan, but her temperament was more mature and sharp.

"Sister, what are you talking about~"

Ying Huanhuan gently pushed the woman in black clothes unwillingly, and then said indignantly: "But mother said..."

"Don't mention mother's stuff to me. Mother says and mother says all day long. Did mother tell you that she and father were engaged in the past and never fell in love with anyone."

"In other words, the things that mother taught us were all imagined by mother herself. I really don't know that I was sold out by mother."

The woman in black clothes interrupted Ying Huanhuan unhappily.

"...... Mother has been lying to me?"

Ying Huanhuan's rosy little mouth opened into a circle in an instant. The girl couldn't understand why the things imagined by mother were so useful?

"Yes, only a silly girl like you would really believe in mother, and actually do it." The black-clothed woman nodded at her sister in anger.

"But what mother taught me is really useful, and I succeeded."

Ying Huanhuan rubbed her head with her slender hands and weakly retorted.

Black-clothed woman: "..."

In the void that ordinary people cannot perceive, two figures without any breath quietly floated, watching the actions of the disciples of the four halls.

"The headmaster seems to value the little guy named Lin Dong very much. Do you believe that he can successfully obtain the Great Desolate Scripture?"

An old man in a blue robe looked down with interest, his tone was light, and his words seemed to be equal to Ying Xuanzi, the headmaster of the Dao Sect.

"Yes, after he continued Zhou Tong, he was the first disciple who gave me such strong confidence. I have a hunch that this little guy will bring us many surprises."

Ying Xuanzi stepped on the void, and there was a smile on his gentle face all year round.

"Haha, then we'll wait and see."

The blue-robed old man smiled noncommittally.

......

The shaking of the mountaintop lasted for more than an hour, and the towering monument that was a thousand feet high finally appeared in front of everyone in its entirety. All eyes immediately looked towards the direction of the Desolate Palace.

The protagonist of today's story is the five disciples of the Desolate Palace...or one of the disciples.

"Lin Dong, the Great Desolate Monument has been opened, and the five of you go forward."

Under the attention of the crowd, the master of the Chen Zhen Palace suppressed his uneasiness and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Uncle Chen Zhen!"

The five figures at the front of the disciples of the Desolate Palace 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 Desolate Monument cracked, and five earth-yellow seats immediately emerged.

"Brother Lin Dong, please go first."

The excited Pang Tong and his companions were about to step forward, but they subconsciously turned their heads to look at the thin figure.

"No need, please sit down together. After all, it is the first time for the four of you to receive inheritance. If possible, I hope you can also bring the Great Desolate Scripture back to my Desolate Palace."

Lin Dong stopped and smiled gently at the four people.

"Yes! I understand!"

Feeling the sincerity in Lin Dong's words, Pang Tong and his companions all nodded heavily, and then the five of them stepped forward at the same time and sat down cross-legged.

"Buzz!"

Five huge beams of light descended from the top, just covering the sitting Lin Dong and his companions, dragging their minds into a secret and unknown place.

"You five must do your best..."

Looking at the five figures that suddenly stopped like sculptures, countless Dao Sect masters said this in their hearts.

......

This is an extremely desolate and lonely world, full of desolation. The endless yellow plains are covered with hideous gullies, and even the sky is stained with a strange yellow.

"Buzz!"

The space ripples slightly, and a tall figure suddenly emerges, stepping on the ground, looking at this unfamiliar space with interest.

"Tsk, why do all the ancient artifacts like to play this tune? They have to hold a unique meeting before meeting?"

The handsome young man with a jade-like face lowered his head as if he had felt something.

The desolate land under his feet is absorbing his power, Yuanli, mental power and even physical strength, greedily and desperately stealing all his power.

However, he did not take action immediately, but stood still for several minutes. After experiencing the strange feeling, he smiled and said, "Okay, that's enough."

"Devouring power, seal!"

As Lin Dong's mind moved, the rich devouring power surged out, and a layer of light devouring membrane quickly formed on his body surface to wrap it up. The power that was flowing was immediately intercepted and rounded.

As the being who controls the Devouring Ancestral Talisman, Lin Dong himself is a flawless body. Nothing can bypass his own will and steal his power at will.