"You'd better quit being the sect leader as soon as possible."

“Shame on you!”

Hearing the provocation from the black-faced man.

Yan Zhiqin threw away his pen and ink and looked at him coldly.

"Black-faced Zhang, do you dare to say another word?"

"I don't mind destroying your Qilian Sect before dealing with the Tianzong Holy Land!"

The dark-faced man nodded slightly and sneered.

"Hey, do you dare to try?"

"Forget it. I'm too lazy to argue with a guy like you who stinks of ink."

These people are actually all powerful people at the peak of the True God level.

As the saying goes, appearance is the image of the mind.

When one reaches this level of cultivation, one's appearance, whether young, old or middle-aged, is determined by a single thought and can be done at will.

That's why Zong Shen still looks like a teenager.

The dark-faced Zhang showed a mysterious expression, and then spoke nervously.

"I'll tell you."

"Although the ancestor of this Tianzong Holy Land is of the sub-saint level, his origins are extremely mysterious, and his rise to power was extremely rapid and sudden."

"Moreover, according to our sect's ancestors, the changes in the laws of nature and the decline of the world's fortune a hundred thousand years ago are also closely related to this child."

"Later, our ancestors also tried to deduce the origins and hiding place of this child, but unfortunately, they found nothing."

"So, it's not surprising that the formation he left behind can resist people like us."

The peak god-level strongman known as Black-faced Zhang said slowly.

Revealed a little-known secret.

Many god-level powerful people were in an uproar.

They all knew about the changes in the laws of nature and the decline of fortune a hundred thousand years ago.

But they didn't know that all this was caused by a lesser saint.

It's simply horrifying.

"Black-faced Zhang, stop scaring people."

"So what if that's the case? He's still just a sub-saint."

"One slap will knock him down!"

Yan Zhiqin said.

Suddenly, his face turned pale,

He showed an ecstatic look.

Apparently, he received some message suddenly.

"Our Wenxuan Sect's ancestor has come out of seclusion!"

"It won't take long to get here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young scholar in a black and white Confucian robe appeared in front of Yan Zhiqin.

Yan Zhiqin immediately prostrated himself on the ground.

"Yan Zhiqin pays homage to the ancestor!"

When other powerful gods saw this scholar in Confucian robes, they also knelt down.

"Junior greets Senior Wensheng!"

This one is the Wensheng, one of the ancient saints!

One of the great saints of the human race.

The pioneer of culture!

Obviously, this guy had another adventure, breaking through the shackles of the ancient saints and even the shackles of the true god level, becoming a powerful Tianzun level person!

"Get up."

“I just got out, but I already know everything.”

"I don't quite agree with your attack on the Holy Land."

"But now that an alliance has been formed, and a few old guys have expressed their support."

"Then I can only lend you a helping hand!"

Wensheng said leisurely,

With a wave of his sleeves!

The pen and ink in my arms flew out automatically.

A broken word was written in the air!

This word "broken" has taken shape and seems to have some kind of powerful power.

Charge towards the formation below.

At this time, Zong Tianyue, Zong Ze, Zong Qitian, Rui Wudi, Zong Qiming, Juanli and others were responsible for the operation of this formation.

Suddenly, a huge pressure appeared!

The entire formation was almost on the verge of collapse.

"Oh no! A powerful Heavenly Master has taken action!"