How to get 50 million Lingyang Stones?

As his mind turned, Lin Hao turned his gaze to the Twelve Blood Guards and asked, "How many Lingyang Stones does our Tianluo City have in its treasury?"

Long Er immediately took out an account book from his storage ring, and after quickly checking it, he said respectfully, "Twenty-three million."

“So little?”

Hearing this, Lin Hao was slightly surprised.

"Recently, we have spent a lot of money to expand the army and cultivate high-level martial arts forces."

Long Er reported truthfully: "At present, these more than 20 million Lingyang stones can only last for another month. The financial situation is quite tight."

"However, please rest assured, my master. I have already asked the mine to speed up the mining efforts. In the short term, there should be no deficit in the treasury."

Lin Hao couldn't help but sigh.

He had originally planned to get some money out of the territory's treasury, but this idea obviously failed.

"Since the Mad God Temple intends to win us over, we have to pay some benefits no matter what."

Lin Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, and a plan had already come up with him. He immediately said, "I will personally discuss the memorial ceremony next month with the Mad God Temple."

Hearing this, the faces of the twelve blood guards changed slightly, and they said almost in unison: "Master, no."

Chen Jin's eyes darkened slightly, and he shook his head and said, "If you go to the Mad God Temple in person, once your identity is exposed, you know what the consequences will be. Think carefully before making a decision."

Since there was no explicit statement about rebuilding Longya's body, they were undoubtedly quite confused about Lin Hao's decision at this moment.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, we are now in a dilemma."

Lin Hao's eyes were slightly stern, and he said in a cold voice: "If I don't take a risk once, I will always feel like I'm being strangled by the neck, which is very uncomfortable."

As long as Longya transforms into a real dragon by then, he believes that even if those pseudo-gods from the Tower of Babel come, they will have enough ability to escape unscathed and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Therefore, evolving Dragon Fang is urgent!

"Long Er, do you still have the martial arts of disguise that I gave you last time?"

Hearing Lin Hao's question, Long Er hurriedly took out a emerald green jade slip of martial arts techniques.

Lin Hao took the jade slip and directly issued an order: "Start system scan."

Instantly, Lin Hao's retina emitted an infrared ray that only he could see.

As the scan was completed, the jade slip of martial arts in his hand disappeared instantly.

"Ding, scan successful!"

The system's electronic synthesized sound soon sounded.

"Congratulations to the host Lin Hao for obtaining a cultivation technique crystal. This technical scan consumed 10,000 Lingyang stones."

Then, a polygonal green crystal appeared and floated in front of his eyes.

Lin Hao stretched out a finger and tapped the crystal lightly.

whoosh!

The crystal of the skill instantly melted under Lin Hao's fingertips and turned into a stream of energy that flowed into his body.

Lin Hao was startled for a moment, and suddenly he felt as if he had been enlightened. He absorbed and comprehended all the martial arts skills of "The Art of Disguise".

In just a short moment, Lin Hao's attainment in the art of disguise had reached a master-level level!

Just as Long Er has been practicing for so long, he has only achieved a little success and can only change the displacement of the facial bones, which is considered a relatively superficial and elementary level.

When one has practiced to a high level, the bones of the whole body can be shifted and deformed at will, achieving a more realistic disguise effect.

Lin Hao's spiritual power was circulating in his body, his muscles were slowly moving, his bones began to shift and stretch, and strange noises continued to be heard.

At the same time, his facial features gradually changed under the astonished gaze of Chen Jin and others.

After a few breaths, Lin Hao's body suddenly grew taller, and his facial features also turned into the shape of the former city lord 'Tianluo'.

Except for the long black hair, which is obviously different from the Mad Clan warriors, everything else is almost exactly the same!

"hiss!"

Seeing this, the Twelve Blood Guards couldn't help but take a deep breath and stared at Lin Hao in surprise.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Lin Hao's disguise skills were so superb!

"Master, you now look more like Tianluo than I do."

Long Er's eyes flickered as he expressed sincere admiration.

Lin Hao smiled calmly, "Just dye your hair red and it should be fine."

Beside him, Chen Jin took a deep look at Lin Hao and felt more and more amazed at the various magical abilities that the latter possessed.

"Send a message to the Mad God Temple now. We accept the invitation."

After Lin Hao made up his mind, he no longer changed his plan and directly ordered Long Er.

"Yes, Master."

Long Er nodded and started to execute it immediately.

"You are really crazy to achieve your goal."

Chen Jin smiled faintly and shook his head, then said: "But I admire your style."

After saying that, he personally poured Lin Hao a full glass of wine.

"I said, I just don't want to be strangled by others."

Lin Hao picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

He was already thinking about how to get compensation from the Mad God Temple.

…

In the following period of time, Lin Hao and Chen Jin both practiced in seclusion in a secret room in Tianluo City.

All affairs of Tianluo City are still under the overall management of the Twelve Blood Guards.

During this period, no spies from the Heavenly Demon Clan or the Tower of Babel came to search, and everything was as peaceful as before.

After all, in this vast land where thousands of races live together, looking for Lin Hao and others is undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In this way, it was not until a month later that Lin Hao stopped his retreat and walked out of the secret room.

As for Chen Jin, he did not participate in the memorial ceremony of the Mad God Temple and stayed in Tianluo City.

To be on the safe side, Lin Hao temporarily lent the Ant-Man suit to the other party, in case the pseudo-gods from the Tower of Babel really found this place and could shrink and escape.

In the early morning, everything was ready, and Lin Hao officially set out as the Lord of Tianluo City, leading the Twelve Blood Guards.

Destination, Mad Temple.

Its location is in the core area of ​​the Mad Clan’s territory.

Along the way, Lin Hao learned from the Twelve Blood Guards that the Mad God Temple had no other industries except for a dozen surrounding cities.

The vast majority of resources are occupied by the four mad kings.

In this regard, Lin Hao was not worried that the Mad God Temple would not be able to come up with 50 million Lingyang Stones.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Moreover, the Mad Temple is the center of faith for the entire Mad Clan. Normally, it must have received a lot of material donations from believers.

It is estimated that his treasury is already rich.

If they had not been suppressed in many ways by the four mad kings, they would have been able to reorganize a strong military force quickly with just a casual response.

But how could the Mad Temple, which once ruled the entire Mad Clan, be willing to live such a frustrating life with its power sidelined?

Therefore, he planned to seek help from external forces to test the bottom line of the four mad kings.

"You want to use me as a chess piece? Then I can turn the tables on you."

In mid-air, Lin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the boundless sky in front of him, with a hint of coldness in the smile on his lips.