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"Wow~!"

Canglan Holy Land.

In the grand hall of Tongtian Peak suspended in the void.

Holy Emperor Canglan suddenly opened his eyes.

A mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

His eyes were full of monstrous anger.

His face was so gloomy that it was frightening to see.

this time.

Not only the holy king of the Northern Territory of Canglan Holy Land died under the sword of Ye Han.

Even his 100,000 black knights were all wiped out by Ye Han, and even he himself fell to the fifth level of combat strength.

What made him even more unable to let go was.

Ye Han forcibly snatched his own Xuan-level earth-level magic weapon, the one hundred thousand soul-inducing flags.

The Canglan Holy Land can be said to have lost troops and lost generals!

"This son, it's so weird!"

"It seems that if it is not eradicated, there will be endless troubles!"

Canglan Shenghuang's voice fell.

Three figures came through the air.

fell into the hall.

"Now, start challenging the Sanctuary immediately!!!"

Zhongzhou Continent.

Boom!!!

Along with the roar of thunder that resounded through the universe, it came from the sky.

The situation changed in an instant.

"Why is this?"

Looking at the countless black clouds in the void above.

In the attic outside the secret realm.

All the powerful people from all walks of life frowned immediately.

Brush, brush, brush!

One after another figures flew out from the attic.

They all looked up at the sky.

now.

On that firmament.

Among the dark clouds.

A 100-meter vortex is rapidly condensing, and black lightning is constantly jumping in the center of the vortex.

Watching the terrifying vision in the sky.

Wan Jianmen Wei Wuhen.

Wanhua Valley Wanhua Fairy.

An old eunuch of the Daqian Dynasty.

The old monk from Juechen Temple.

All of them looked horrified.

And Hao Shou from Xuantianzong saw such a vision.

The eyes that were narrowed into a line suddenly opened.

He immediately knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice: "Old slave, welcome the ancestor!"

Hao Shou's voice fell.

In that whirlpool.

A bolt of lightning struck down impressively.

And turned into an old man with white hair and silver beard in the air.

His eyes are cold.

Condescendingly overlooking the powerful people from all walks of life below, apart from indifference, there is no emotion in their eyes.

The moment he appeared.

A terrifying coercion immediately poured out from his body, spreading in a radius of hundreds of feet.

Under the mighty coercion.

Whether it is an old eunuch from the Daqian Dynasty.

Or Wei Wuhen from Wanjianmen.

Or other powerful people from all walks of life.

They were suppressed by coercion.

One by one bowed like shrimps, their bodies trembling unceasingly.

Many of them have weaker cultivation bases.

After holding his body for a few breaths, he immediately fell to his knees.

The old monk of Juechen Temple put his palms on his chest.

A golden light gradually emerged from his body, protecting his figure.

Make it free from the invasion of this powerful coercion.

"This is... Patriarch Xuantian!?"

"How...how is this possible! Isn't the ancestor of the Xuantian Sect already fallen?"

Everyone's eyes were full of fear.

Looking up at Patriarch Xuantian who was slowly falling from the sky.

They all opened their mouths in shock.

"Fellow daoists, let me wait, it's been so long since King Zhao Nian has not seen him!

Xuantian Patriarch's words sounded.

Just like Hong Zhong Dalu.

When the voice fell.

Ancestor Xuantian naturally landed in front of the entrance of the attic.

He smiled lightly.

That powerful coercion gradually receded.

Looking at Patriarch Xuantian.

All the outside monks present were full of apprehension.

if we assume.

Patriarch Xuantian did not fall.

So.

They and their Tianjiao disciples, I am afraid that there will be no return!.