Chapter 455

"Show me!"

Han Yun put away the map and said coldly to the old man.

"Yes, my Lord!"

The old man quickly led the way!

All the way to the war clan center.

In the surrounding palaces, there was incomparable silence, and the power of the divine soul expanded. In all the surrounding palaces, the figure of the war clan disciples had disappeared.

"Where have they all gone?"

Han Yun asked in a deep voice.

"They are all in the temple of the God of war!"

The old man hurried.

"Take me to the temple of the God of war!"

Han Yun said coldly.

"Yes, my Lord!"

The old man hurried.

After a while, they finally came to the God of war hall.

This is a golden hall.

The main hall seems to be carved with gold. A gorgeous golden light emanates from the main hall.

"This hall is also a weapon!"

Han Yun's eyes lit up slightly when he saw the hall. The golden atmosphere wrapped around the hall, and two golden dragons circled, which looked very dignified. What surprised Han Yun was that there was a very ancient atmosphere in the hall.

"Little Lord, this war god temple is the place where our war family has passed on for millions of years!"

Looking at Han Yun, the war clan elder explained in a low voice.

"Land of inheritance!"

Han Yun's eyes are shining. The so-called inheritance is naturally the inheritance of war skills and skills. This hall is the most important place in the war family!

These things.

It is related to the fate of the whole war clan!

"Let's go in!"

Han Yun told the old man, got up and walked towards the hall.

"Buzzing, buzzing..."

Han Yun just walked into the hall for three steps. Golden lights suddenly covered Han Yun's cage. It seemed that he was identifying Han Yun's identity. For a moment, the golden light disappeared, and the door of the hall opened directly at this time!

"Little master..."

Feeling the smell of Han Yun, everyone in the hall stood up.

"Zhang Qu..."

Han Yun smiled and started to walk towards the hall.

In the hall.

There stood hundreds of war clan disciples.

Among these disciples, the lowest breath on each body is the realm of Zhan Zun. These people are strong people with more than three blood lines.

Zhang Qu and two elders.

Standing at the front.

"Little Lord?"

Hearing Zhang Qu's words, everyone looked a little changed.

"Patriarch, you say Han Yun is our little Lord?"

A war clan disciple stood up, frowned at Zhang Qu and asked.

"That's right!"

Zhang Qu glanced at the war clan disciple and nodded.

"Clan leader, our war clan has not had a little Lord for hundreds of thousands of years. Although Han Yun is a direct disciple, I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability to become a little Lord of our war clan!"

The war clan disciple frowned.

"Not qualified!"

Han Yun paused slightly. Zhang Qu and the three war clan elders who heard the man's words couldn't help smiling on their faces.

Han Yun is not qualified?

"Tell me, where am I unqualified?"

Han Yun looked at the man and asked with a smile.

Although the man was refuting Han Yun, he didn't have much malice. Even the man's last sentence was unqualified, and he said it very plain, as if it was a conversation with his peers, without the slightest chill and evil spirit!

"Han Yun, we all know that you are a disciple of the direct line of the war clan, but there are rules in our war clan first. Only the direct blood descendant of the God of war can be qualified for the position of little Lord, and..."

"And what?"

Looking at the man's flashing eyes, Han Yun asked with great interest.

"And to become the little Lord of our war clan, you must have more than eight sections of God of war blood and become the most powerful disciple of our war clan!"

Looking at Han Yun, the man Lang said.

"Yes, the God of war did leave this rule. The young Lord is a major event of our war family. We must not play like this."

"The clan leader is really confused. Han Yun is a direct disciple. That's right, but Han Yun's cultivation has just entered the realm of the great emperor. It's not even as good as the clan leader of our war clan. How can he be qualified to be the young leader of our war clan!"

"Is it that his blood force has reached eight sections..."

……

The voices of discussion came, and hundreds of war clan disciples fell on Han Yun one by one.

They want to see it.

How does Han Yun answer this question.

Although the war clan agrees with Han Yun, if Han Yun wants to be the minority leader of the war clan, there is only one way to come up with the ability to convince everyone!

"Among our war clan, blood is respected. If your blood can reach nine sections, we will make you the little Lord of our war clan!"

Looking at Han Yun, the man said.

"Nine blood lines?"

Han Yun gave a slight meal and then said with a smile: "this may not have time to test now, but since you want to see the power of my blood, I'll let you see!"

"War..."

Han Yun's voice fell and suddenly stepped out with three words of war.

"Buzzing, buzzing..."

An overwhelming sense of war broke out from Han Yun. The blood and gas were intertwined. The fierce power was like an ancient fierce beast and terrible evil spirit, forming blood clouds on Han Yun's head!

"This breath..."

The face of the war clan disciples suddenly changed. Han Yun's breath was not only fierce, but also mysterious. It seemed to contain the most primitive truth of heaven and earth, which made the war clan disciples sink down.

"This is the praise of the God of war!"

I don't know who exclaimed. All the disciples of the war clan knelt down involuntarily.

"Dong..."

A drum roared and the war drum roared. Behind Han Yun, a vague figure appeared. This war soul, with breath rising against the sky and eyes looking up at the void, was arrogant and domineering.

"This is the war drum..."

The man opposite Han Yun's face was very pale. Under the war drum, countless war clan disciples only felt that their blood began to boil. That breath seemed to be the arrival of the ancient god of war!

"Dong..."

Another war drum sounded. Han Yun was distracted and suddenly became indifferent. His eyes looked at the people as if they were indifferent. His eyes seemed to be a God above, which made people can't help worshipping!

The main hall became silent in an instant.

Everyone looked at Han Yun with ecstasy, expectation and firmness in their eyes

"Get up!"

Han Yun's momentum suddenly receded like a tide.

"See little Lord!"

Zhang Qu was the first to kneel down. Other war clan disciples quickly knelt down one by one. The look in Han Yun's eyes changed from contempt to admiration, worship and fanaticism

Nine blood lines, war drums!

This is the legend of the war clan. Nine sections of blood have not appeared for many years. Looking at Han Yun in front of him, Zhang Qu seems to see hope and burst into tears!

"Little master..."

Zhang Qu stood up trembling.