City Lord's Mansion, inner courtyard.

Lin Hao sat at the table, listening quietly to the information reported by Long Er.

He already had a general understanding of the so-called Mad God Temple memorial ceremony.

In the cultural system of the Kuang tribe, it is a kind of belief-based sacrificial ceremony.

The object of their worship is the "Mad God" who is as powerful as a god in the legend.

The place of worship is located in the 'Mad Temple' in the core area of ​​the Mad Clan's territory.

For a long time, the Mad Temple has only invited the "Mad Kings" of the four major forces to the annual memorial ceremony.

Other small groups are not qualified to go at all.

However, this time, the Mad God Temple actually invited the Lord of Tianluo City for the first time, who is now the imposter Long Er.

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.

Lin Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the wine swaying gently in the glass.

I have a feeling that it might not be that simple.

"Besides Tianluo City, are there any forces of the same level as ours that have also been invited?"

As his mind changed, Lin Hao asked.

"No."

Long Er shook his head and said solemnly: "When I received the invitation, I sent my men to inquire, but found no news on this matter."

"Moreover, the four 'Mad Kings' seem somewhat dissatisfied with the Mad Temple's actions this time."

"Because in their opinion, our Tianluo City's power is not yet qualified to be on par with them."

Hearing this, Lin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt that this matter was even more puzzling.

I don't know what the Mad God Temple is up to.

"You, what do you think?"

Lin Hao turned his gaze to Chen Jin, intending to hear what the latter thought.

Hearing this, Chen Jin put down the wine glass in his hand and said calmly:

"According to my understanding, the Mad God Temple is now in a rather awkward position within the Mad Clan, like the imperial power being hollowed out."

"Due to the influence of the Mad Temple on the entire Mad Clan and its status as the center of faith, the four Mad Kings have restrained each other and have not dared to occupy the Mad Temple alone for many years."

At this point, Chen Jin's mouth curled up, and he looked at Lin Hao and continued:

"So, in my opinion, in order to get rid of this puppet-like situation, the Mad God Temple is obviously trying to break through from the outside and intentionally cultivate a force of its own."

"Tianluo City was chosen as the first breakthrough point, which is why they sent out the invitation for the memorial ceremony."

A hint of realization flashed across Lin Hao's eyes.

He quite agreed with Chen Jin's analysis.

"However, for them, even if the Mad God Temple's actions fail, it will only be a waste of energy and will not pose much of a threat."

When he said this, Chen Jin's expression became more serious, and he said in a low voice: "But if we fail, it will definitely be a fatal destruction to Tianluo City!"

To this, Lin Hao nodded secretly.

To put it simply, Tianluo City is treated as a chess piece.

A dispensable cannon fodder!

This move is really amazing.

Lin Hao sneered in his heart.

The invitation to this memorial service was like a "Hongmen Banquet".

If you get involved, the situation will definitely be disastrous.

But if you think about it, it also has great benefits.

With the influence of the Mad Temple, they will certainly be able to expand their sphere of influence more quickly in the Mad Clan's territory.

When the strength of all aspects is reached, the unification of the Kuang Clan will undoubtedly be a natural outcome.

The twelve blood guards nearby listened to the conversation between Lin Hao and Chen Jin, and they understood the real intention of the Mad God Temple.

"Master, your current identity is special. If there is any change due to this matter, it is very likely to attract the attention of the Tower of Babel."

Long Yi, the leader, took Lin Hao's situation into consideration and said solemnly: "So, please leave these matters to your subordinates."

"That's right. As long as the master is safe, it doesn't matter even if we lose this inheritance."

Long Er and the others also echoed the opinion at this moment, admonishing in a serious manner.

Compared to what they have now, the Twelve Blood Guards obviously pay more attention to Lin Hao's safety.

Seeing this, Chen Jin's expression couldn't help but change slightly.

The Twelve Blood Guards were indeed as loyal as recorded in history books.

The so-called interests, power, and wealth are all unmoved.

"There are pros and cons to participating this time. The safest way is to ignore the invitation from the Mad Temple."

Chen Jin poured himself another glass of wine and said with a faint smile: "Of course, this is just my personal opinion. If you have a better strategy, you can take the risk and give it a try."

Lin Hao took a deep breath and began to ponder alone.

Today, Tianluo City and other surrounding areas are his hiding places to avoid the Heavenly Demon Clan and the Tower of Babel.

However, according to Lin Hao's original intention, this kind of avoidance does not mean shrinking all the time.

Only by expanding one's own power as quickly as possible will one have the confidence to fight against the demon clan and even attack the Tower of Babel.

With such a good opportunity in front of him, he naturally would not give up easily.

But the current situation is undoubtedly somewhat restrictive.

Because they were attending the memorial ceremony at the Mad God Temple, he and Chen Jin could not show up at all to avoid exposing their identities.

However, with the current strength of the Twelve Blood Guards, they are not yet able to contend with the Four Mad Kings.

The outcome of a head-on fight would definitely be a miserable defeat.

Only by solving this problem can we better deal with the threats from the four mad kings in the future.

Unless there is a powerful force that can intimidate them.

While thinking, Lin Hao habitually tapped the stone table with his right index finger, and various strategies quickly ran through his mind.

“Knock! Knock! Knock…!!!”

The small knocking sound seemed extremely crisp and loud in the silent courtyard.

Beside them, the twelve blood guards were silent as a mouse, not daring to make a sound to disturb them.

Chen Jin also waited for Lin Hao's plan.

"Oh right, Dragon Fang!"

After a while, Lin Hao's fingers tapping on the table suddenly stopped.

His heart moved, and Longya's pet data was directly retrieved in his mind.

Its combat power currently has a value of 500,000, which is comparable to the Half-Step Emperor realm of human martial artists.

If one were to reshape his body of flesh and blood and transform into a true dragon, the increased combat power would surely be unimaginable.

However, the cost is extremely high, a full 50 million Lingyang Stones!

According to the mineral veins owned by Tianluo City, the annual mining volume is not this much.

Lin Hao didn't have too many complaints about this.

Because the pet that evolved this time was not just any cat or dog, but a dragon, one of the top animals in the world.

The evolution cost of such a powerful true dragon must be extremely high.

What's more, he is rebuilding his body. Looking at the entire Cangkong Continent, or even the Divine Realm, who has such ability?

Even if it is possible, the energy and resources consumed would probably be far more than 50 million Lingyang Stones.

Of course, the most important point.

That is, after Longya regained his body, he became a new pet.

The one that was exposed before was in the form of a dragon corpse, so it would not be associated with him at all.

"This is the only way we can do now."

Lin Hao nodded secretly, and after thinking about it, he felt that this method was the most appropriate.