Divine Seal: I am the princess of the demon clan

Hearing Long Haochen's words, Xu Zhongliang clearly felt his heartbeat quickening.

Of course they had heard about the sword of Senior Ye Wushang recognizing its master, and the Warrior Temple sent a deputy temple master to investigate the matter personally. They also found Ye Wushang's descendant Ye Weiyang, but she didn't say anything.

Ye Weiyang had only one sentence from beginning to end. If that person is willing, he will naturally contact the Warrior Temple. The Sword of God has already recognized that person as its master. Because that person is a knight, it is impossible for him to return to the Warrior Temple.

This incident shocked the Warrior Temple's top brass, but no matter how they investigated, they still couldn't find the knight's whereabouts.

According to eyewitnesses, they were very high-profile and did not hide their faces from beginning to end, but the Warrior Temple could not find their whereabouts.

Now, this knight appeared before them.

Hearing Long Haochen's words, Xu Zhongliang's eyes were filled with shock.

He didn't expect this man to come to the Warrior Temple.

This is a great honor for the Warrior Temple.

After finishing his words, Long Haochen raised his right hand. A soft golden light quietly appeared in their eyes, and the cold sword intent silently bloomed in the Warrior Temple.

Feng Ling sneered softly.

A moment later, Long Haochen raised the golden giant sword above his head, and the spiritual bead on the tip of the sword emitted brilliant golden light.

The endless sword intent emanated from the Aria of the Goddess of Light, and also from Long Haochen's body. It can be said that at this moment, Long Haochen and the Aria of the Goddess of Light formed a unity of man and sword.

Only when one reaches the state of unity between man and sword can one unleash such a vast sword intent as vast as the ocean.

Facing this sword intent, he felt his own insignificance, as if he was in the ocean and was about to be silently swallowed by the wind and waves.

Feng Ling raised her left hand and gently flicked away the light element that was clinging to her.

She looked at Long Haochenxiu calmly.

Her expression didn't change at all.

After staying with Long Haochen for a long time, her immunity to light gradually increased. As a magician with dark attributes, everything about light was very unfriendly to her.

The overwhelming sword intent made everyone stop and shocked them, but it did not leave a ripple in Feng Ling's heart.

Because she had seen the strongest sword intent in the world.

No matter how powerful a person's sword will is, it can never surpass the sword will of a god.

Looking at the golden figure of Long Haochen, then looking at the tall statue.

Feng Ling knew that this matter would be over soon.

After nearly a year of seclusion, Long Haochen is more powerful than before. He inherited all the inheritance in the Aria of the Goddess of Light and mastered its sword intent.

In order to enhance his own strength, Long Haochen also comprehended this sword intent together with the sword produced when the divine favor awakened, forming a sword intent that was unique to him.

It can be said that this is Long Haochen's innate talent. The essential difference between those favored by the gods and those not favored by the gods.

Long Haochen slashed towards the statue, intending to gather the sword intent into the statue, so as to transform the statue from a dead object into a statue that carries the sword intent of the Sword God of Light Ye Wushang, which has the significance of inheritance.

Life is insignificant, but will will be passed on as time goes by.

Half a minute later, the golden light receded and Long Haochen revealed his true face.

Feng Ling stood there calmly.

"Captain Long, wait a moment. I will report to the Palace Master immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Zhongliang's figure instantly disappeared from their sight.

Feng Ling and Long Haochen looked at each other.

They didn't have to wait long.

A dozen people walked down the stairs on the other side of the hall. An old man in a golden robe was walking in front of the crowd.

The old man had silver hair and his cloudy eyes were full of coldness, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

When they came closer, Feng Ling and Long Haochen could see their faces clearly.

Xu Zhongliang and some high-ranking members of the Warrior Temple with powerful auras also followed the old man. They walked straight towards Long Haochen.

"You are Long Haochen."

The silver-haired old man spoke in panic, his voice trembling a little.

"Yes."

Long Haochen nodded and said in a deep voice: "This is my second aunt Feng Ling. We came here together to find the master of the Warrior Temple."

Looking at the excited eyes of the silver-haired old man, Long Haochen immediately spoke out.

Feng Ling nodded lightly at them, with a calm expression on her pretty face.

"Senior, are you the master of the Warrior Temple?"

Long Haochen asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Xu Zhongliang said, "This is the master of our Warrior Temple, Master Qiu Yonghao."

"Long Haochen, the commander of the 64th Demon Hunting Group, greets the Palace Master."

Qiu Yonghao looked at them, focusing more on Feng Ling.

Because he had never heard that Long Xingyu's wife Bai Yue had a family.

Weird, didn't Bai Yue grow up eating the food of the priest's temple? Where did Bai Yue's mother's family come from?

This person is also Long Haochen’s second aunt.

If I'm not mistaken, she and Bai Yue are sisters.

Although he had doubts, the old man still withdrew his gaze.

He said with a sullen face, "You must be Brother Xingyu's son. You are indeed a young hero! I never thought that Ye Shuai's sword would recognize you as its master. Can you show us Ye Shuai's Aria of the Goddess of Light first?"

"Also, are your second aunt and you related by blood?"

Qiu Yonghao still wanted to get to the bottom of this matter.

Because he knew that Bai Yue was a human-demon hybrid.

Anyone who has anything to do with Bai Yue must have half demon bloodline.

"No, she's my mother's sworn sister."

Long Haochen spoke softly.

Then he raised his right hand, and the brilliant gold appeared on his hand again.

The moment they saw the aria of the Goddess of Light, their expressions became excited.

To be honest, they didn't expect that Ye Wushang's magic sword would one day see the light of day again.

More than two hundred years have passed. Time has passed so quickly.

Qiu Yonghao's expression became excited.

A few tears appeared in his eyes, and his voice became hoarse, "Brother... I finally saw your sword again. After more than two hundred years, your sword appeared in the world again."

"You became a hero of the human race and the Warrior Temple, but I lost you, my good brother, forever."

Qiu Yonghao's voice was mixed with sadness.

He was missing the Sword God of Light Ye Wushang.

The actions of Bright Sword God Ye Wushang saved the Warrior Temple from the hands of the demons, but it cost him his life.

This of course made them feel very guilty.

Qiu Yonghao stepped forward, grabbed the sword of the Goddess of Light's Aria, and burst into tears.

At this moment, he was no longer the master of the Warrior Temple, but a warrior who had lost his comrades.

Their sadness and nostalgia infected Long Haochen.

Feng Ling was very calm, but she lowered her head silently so as not to let them see her expression.

Because it was difficult for her to integrate into this sadness.