Ye Changqing had just returned to Qingfeng Courtyard when he discovered something strange. The expressions of Patriarch Tianyang and others were extremely solemn.

"Ancestor, what happened?"

The corner of Su Tianyang's mouth twitched slightly. This is all caused by you, the little ancestor.

Let out a long sigh.

"This time...it seems like a bit of a commotion."

“Even those old guys from the Central Divine Realm have come out and want to get a piece of the pie.”

I originally thought that I could protect Changqing before I died.

After all, he has mastered the Saint-level killing formation, so even if he faces a real saint, he has the strength to fight.

In addition, the deadline is approaching, and before he dies, he might be able to drag someone down with him to make these old guys wary.

Now it seems... I was just overthinking it.

Before leaving Qingyang Sect, he had already alarmed the old guys in Zhongshenyu. If he stepped out of the mountain gate, wouldn't he poke a hole in the sky of the entire Lingyuan Realm?

When Saint Tianwu came out earlier, he thought he was well prepared, but now it seems... even if he prepared two saint-level killing formations, it would not be enough to clean up the mess with this little ancestor.

In a short period of time, he entered the Taoist Palace eight times.

This is simply exaggerated.

Even if he breaks through to the Great Saint Realm now, he probably won't be able to bear it.

Of course, such a monster has to be carried even if you can’t!

He must be allowed to grow up smoothly!

"hey-hey."

Ye Changqing touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.

This time the commotion was indeed quite big.

Of course, he didn't care. At least this time he got the news that ancestor Haoran had entered the realm of gods from the Divine Abyss and did not die.

The hidden injuries that had been inflicted were also made clear by this imagination and all were repaired.

It also allowed the Su family to greatly improve their talent. It is estimated that it won’t be long before... they will be able to enter the Qingyang Sect.

He also brought out several quasi-imperial artifacts. They only needed to be brought into the Ancient Realm of Thunder Punishment to steal a portion of the origin of heaven and earth, so that they could all be restored to the holy level.

In addition, with the Pure Yang Sword, it can convey wrong information and create miraculous effects.

The current situation seems to be disadvantageous, but... the advantage is on me!

Ye Changqing looked up and the sky seemed to be torn apart. The magnificent avenues were colliding, like a fierce battle between gods.

"My lady, according to the intelligence, the one coming this time is a powerful Great Saint, the old lady of the Wu family, a second-level Great Saint."

"However, a hidden force called the Star God Cult stepped forward to block it for us."

"Also, the Pure Yang Holy Land and the Divine Sword Sect have also arrived. Both of these sects have saints in charge, which is very impressive."

"We old guys can still move."

"Some of your ancestor's followers have also arrived. They used their magical powers to bring some of their heritage, including some holy weapons."

"The situation isn't too bad."

Ye Changqing looked up at the sky and saw hazy figures standing in front of the Qingyang Sacred Mountain.

He looked a little dazed.

These... were all the former followers of Ancestor Haoran.

This group of people did not know that their ancestor was still alive and was buried in the Divine Abyss with no possibility of escaping, so... they came to help this time simply because they knew that a monster had appeared in the Su family.

Want to lend a hand.

Ye Changqing kept this in mind.

After all, the ancestors have disappeared for tens of thousands of years, and the affection they once had for following them should have long since disappeared.

But they still did not hesitate.

"The Star God Cult... could it be related to the Heavenly Star Saint?"

"According to what the ancestor said, this great sect is now hidden from the world."

"It seems that even though my masters have fallen, they are still helping me."

"If there's a chance, I'll take the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron to the ancient battlefield and, relying on the blessing of great luck, refine a Saint-grade Soul-Condensing Pill for them. If there's a chance, I'll let that trace of mark transform into a residual soul and see if I can revive them."

"If we can do this, the rest of the journey will be much easier."

Several ancient saints are in charge, and there are also quasi-imperial weapons.

To put it bluntly, we can even declare war on the entire Lingyuan Realm.

He slaughtered the Dao domains one by one.

Ye Changqing pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"Red Sun Sword Spirit, immediately send a message to Heavenly Martial Saint, telling him that the Qingyang Sect intends to pass on Su Haoran's inheritance to me. Now is a critical moment, and it must not be disrupted by others."

"When the time comes, I will give it to them as soon as I get the benefits."

"But now... the Shinto League is interfering. With the power of the five great sects, it will be difficult to snatch the inheritance. I might even perish."

"Make the situation more serious."

"Also, tell them that I have come out of seclusion and have threatened to suppress all those evildoers whose Qi and Blood have exceeded a hundred feet."

"But it will take time."

According to the current situation, Saint Tianwu and the others should be very conflicted.

Should we destroy the Qingyang Sect at this time?

They need to consider the division of their own interests.

Ye Changqing had also heard of the Shinto League. This force was established during the encirclement and suppression of his ancestors. The elders were all from ancient sects or immortal families.

Occupies half of the Central Divine Realm.

Moreover, they wanted to switch to the cultivation methods of the gods, open up a new path, and threatened to benefit the warriors of the entire Lingyuan world.

Ye Changqing didn't quite believe this.

After all...this group of people in ancient times were afraid of death and might even stab someone in the back.

There must be a reason for calling on the warriors in the Lingyuan Realm to change their cultivation.

But now is not the time to confront them head-on, we need to use our wits.

"Okay!" The Chiyang Sword Spirit nodded quickly and began to send a message to inform the Tianwu Saint.

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