A week later, Ding Ling, who had experienced the "hell-style" teaching of Mingyue, finally breathed a long sigh.

During this week, they mastered a total of 37 main formations in the Qimen Dunjia Formation.

These formations are either attacking, defense, or concealing, and almost every formation has its own unique features.

Moreover, when he was in the formation, Ding Ling had a clear feeling that his momentum and spiritual power were extremely powerful. Even when the Death Sect he was responsible for, that is, the main attack, became the core of the formation, he had an illusion that his shocking sword could even open up the world!

Ding Ling was quite satisfied with this.

Before leaving, Ding Ling began to explain the specific affairs in Youxutian.

"Hanling, this time I go, you have to help us keep our family. There is also Xuan Wu. You two have the highest realm now, so you are dependent on you at home."

"Scar, don't be busy revoking the army first, keep the number as usual, and you must keep up with training and other things, otherwise if we are hacked, you can also avenge us."

Listening to Ding Ling explaining with joking words, the scar on Scar's face trembled suddenly, and he trembled: "Damn, boss, don't scare me."

As he said that, he looked around. When he found that Ding Ling was the strongest combat power in the entire Youxutian, he was shocked again: "Boss, don't scare me! What should we do if something happens to you or can't come back?"

"Cool!" Ding Ling smiled, then patted Xiao Wuhen's shoulder and said, "Old Xiao, please help me watch more."

Xiao Wuhen smiled silly: "Don't worry, boss, please ensure you complete the task!"

Ding Ling nodded, then looked at Mu Hanling again. He saw that although Mu Hanling had a smile on his face, the worry in his eyes still lingered. He smiled and said, "Okay, OK, so many of us will definitely be fine. So I won't arrange for successors, crown princess, etc. You can just wait until we come back. If you don't believe me, don't you believe our Mingyue Empress?"

Mingyue was discussing in a low voice with Bai Qianqian and Feng Wanxue. She suddenly heard Ding Ling say to her. She looked up and threw Ding Ling into a big roll of her eyes and said, "Don't be poor, let's leave quickly after that."

"Then... brothers and sisters, we're really leaving!"

...

Because the bright moon's golden lotus was placed in the sky by her to filter the sky light, the way the group chose was to walk with their swords.

But there are some people who are fast and some are slow, especially A Youduo. She learned the skills of swordsmanship slowly when she arrived at Ding Ling’s side. She could not even compare to Ding Ling’s speed, not to mention Ding Ling’s, even Bai Qianqian.

So Ding Ling had no choice but to put her on his Xuanyuan Sword.

Soon, they arrived at the army camp that was preparing to set off.

After entering the camp, he contacted Elder Wu Ding who was about to get angry in Feisha City. Then the group of people set off again.

In the evening, after nearly 800 miles of sword-bearing, they finally met the capital of Wuxian.

After entering the border of Wuxian, Ding Ling began to subconsciously observe the situation below, and saw that Wuxian Kingdom is much more "civilized" than he imagined. If we look at the farming technology and the living environment of rural residents alone, the civilization of Wuxian Kingdom probably evolved to the Ming Dynasty.

After entering the capital, he was even more shocked by the prosperity of the capital of Wuxian.

This is a giant city with a radius of several kilometers. Just a rough look, you can find that its population can accommodate at least one million people.

Moreover, the entire capital is extremely prosperous. Although there are no high-rise buildings, almost all the houses facing the street are two or even three floors. The streets are bustling with pedestrians.

The central location of the capital is a giant palace.

"This is the King's Palace."

Elder Wu Ding looked at Ding Ling's expression, and a hint of pride rose in his heart.

Although Wu Xian Kingdom is not as prosperous as the provincial capital Ding Ling showed him, it is a world of difference compared to the four-grand city at the foot of Ding Ling's mountain.

"We won't go to the King's Palace, are we?"

"Well, we'll take you straight to the temple."

While speaking, Elder Wu Ding led Ding Ling and his party around the King's Hall and flew towards the rear.

I saw several huge white cranes suddenly flying from the sky, and each white crane had a wizard who was at least above the holy realm on his back.

Elder Wu Ding took the lead in communicating with these wizards, and then led Ding Ling and others to pierce the vacant open space below.

After passing through a barrier similar to a spiritual shield, Ding Ling felt a lit up in front of him.

High! Very high!

I saw a towering towering temple appeared in front of everyone. Looking at the temple, Ding Ling seemed to have an illusion that he was looking up at the Oriental Pearl Radio and Television Tower...

"Please follow me."

After landing, Elder Wu Ding was even more satisfied with the surprised expressions of Ding Ling and others. He smiled reservedly and then led Ding Ling and the others to the gate of the temple.

The door slowly opened.

Behind the long corridor is an oval long table, and behind the table is a throne covered with various gems.

Above the throne, an old man with wrinkles on his face was waiting for Ding Ling and the others to arrive with his eyes closed.

When Ding Ling and the others entered one after another, the old man opened his eyes. With just one glance, his gaze stopped on Ding Ling's face.

"His Majesty the Pope, nine people have arrived."

The Pope's gaze had not shifted. He stared at Ding Ling, and his old voice returned to the hall: "You have thought about it, come to my hall, don't blame life and death."

Mingyue's voice rose in Ding Ling's heart: "Old pretender..."

Ding Ling laughed silently, and he bowed his hands and said loudly: "Thank you, Your Excellency Pope, for your fulfillment, we naturally know."

"Then Wu Ding will take you there."

The Pope waved his hand, and was ready to close his eyes again with a full look, but after a moment his eyes stopped on Mr. Guo again. He heard him exclaim softly: "That fellow Taoist, is the magic weapon on your body the Five Dragon Wheel?"

Mr. Guo secretly said that he was unlucky, but when he heard the pope named him, he couldn't deny it, so he had to smile lightly and said, "The Pope is keen."

"The Five Dragon Wheel was mine, but now it seems that it belongs to you... for a moment, let's see how far you can go." The Pope closed his eyes after saying that.

Ding Ling looked back at the Pope again, but he was a little confused. This Pope is so awesome... He could even see through the magic weapon hidden in the universe? But he didn't think much about it, and followed Elder Wu Ding all the way to another hall gate.

Outside the temple, two warriors wearing golden armor were eyeing each other.

Elder Wu Ding calmed down and said in a deep voice: "According to the Pope's order, take people to the Seventeen Towers, please ask the two strong men to open the door!"

After hearing this, the two warriors stood at the door without saying a word, and then each of them had a buckle.

After a while, the door slowly opened.

Looking at the marks stomped under the feet of the two warriors, Ding Ling's heart skipped a beat.

Damn! This gate is more than a thousand pounds! Moreover, where is the Seventeen Towers? Why has Wu Ding never said it before?

"Get in, it's here."

The sound of Mingyue came from the bottom of his heart. Ding Ling took a deep breath and then stepped in.
Chapter completed!