The entire Lingyuan world was in turmoil.

The strength displayed by the Qingyang Sect is simply terrifying.

He can easily destroy an entire Taoist lineage of immortality.

The most crucial thing is that now all forces have been mobilized to surround the entire Lingxiao Dao Realm.

Many forces that had defected to the Xuanming Immortal Sect were terrified.

This is fucking too exaggerated.

Twenty powerful saints walked out casually.

Even the Ji family of the Central Divine Realm has joined the Martial Alliance.

You know... the Ji family has a long heritage and extraordinary strength. Many powerful people have emerged from it and entered various star fields.

Even so.

Also chose to join the Wumeng.

The forces from all the Dao Realms were watching the joke at this moment.

Another day passed, and shocking news came out that the thirteen forces that had defected to the Xuanming Immortal Sect had their mountain gates destroyed overnight.

Countless lives perished.

Even many holy wars broke out.

This... almost sank the Lingxiao Dao Realm!

This is the most frightening thing.

…………

Xuanming Immortal Sect.

In the restricted area deep in the mountain gate.

Each of the ancient warriors, dressed in tattered brocade clothes and broken armor, were injured.

Some have their arms broken, and some have their vitality slowly fading away.

Several saints escaped from the battle last night and are now gathered here.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

From deep within the forbidden area shrouded in fairy mist, dull footsteps were heard.

Saint Xuanming was wearing black ancient armor and his face was slightly pale.

After all... overnight, it was as if the world had changed.

The hegemony built previously.

All ruined.

The most crucial thing is that the former Saint King was sent to the Tianwu Holy Land, but he still died.

Ye Changqing and his men were unharmed.

This is an exaggeration.

"Brother Xuanming, what should we do next? Right now... the entire Lingxiao Dao Realm is sealed off."

"Our entire sect has been destroyed. Didn't you say the Ten Thousand Demons would help? Would they eliminate the Qingyang Sect? But where are they now?"

An ancient saint stood up, roared angrily, and his eyes were wide.

Now, not to mention anything happening, the Su family has even established a martial arts alliance.

Far surpassing the Shinto League.

None of the things that were promised were seen.

If they had known this situation earlier, they would have surrendered to the Qingyang Sect.

Now not only the orthodoxy is gone.

Even your own life may not be saved.

Saint Xuanming was silent for a while, with a feeling of resentment in his heart that was difficult to dissipate.

According to the intelligence, the Qingyang Sect shouldn't be that strong.

He knew that a holy king had passed away, but now everyone was alive and well.

Instead, the Emperor Yuanfeng disappeared.

But... now is not the time to panic.

After all, during this period of time, he relied on devouring the blood and energy of millions of lives to forcibly advance to the level of a Half-Step Great Sage.

Strength also gave him confidence.

He said indifferently, "Everyone, why panic?"

"The Ten Thousand Demons Clan has a powerful ancestor who is at the Quasi-Emperor level."

"No matter how powerful the Su family is, at most they can only be a Saint Lord."

"You have also heard of this clan in the ancient times. If they want to take root in the Lingyuan Realm, they must rely on us."

"So, they will definitely find a way to protect us."

After all...trying to cross the border will awaken the way of heaven.

It is very likely that the strongest will fall.

If we let them be destroyed like this, what will we do with the next plan?

The remaining saints looked at each other and felt a little relieved.

Sage Xuanming continued.

"Leave it to me from now on."

"I'll contact them."

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, demonic energy surged in the sky and appeared in the restricted area.

Several mysterious ancient array patterns were surging in all directions.

This is the Wanmo clan's method of communication.

“Buzz buzz buzz!”

A faint buzzing sound came from inside.

A weak young figure emerged.

It was Yuanfeng.

His face was extremely grim, and he said in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

Xuan Ming Saint bowed respectfully and said, "Reporting to the Emperor, the Su family has now established a martial arts alliance."

"And a full twenty saints set out and arrived at the Lingxiao Dao Realm."

"You want to destroy our clan's great cause!"

"Several longevity sects were destroyed overnight. Now... what should we do?"

When Yuan Feng heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

what to do?

How would he know what to do!

Even Su Yu has returned.

What can he, a mere prince, do?

I almost died before.

But... he felt a little unwilling to give up like this.

After all, Lingxiao Dao Realm is the territory he has laid out.

Now his position as the emperor's son is shaky.

If you want to be stable, you must at least have the support of some saints.

After a long silence, he said, "We were ambushed in the Qingtian Dao Territory."

"I returned to the Ten Thousand Demon Realm ahead of schedule."

"I'll go ask the ancestors."

As soon as he finished speaking, in the illusory image projected from the other side, Yuan Feng quickly passed through countless palaces and entered the restricted area of ​​the Ten Thousand Demons Realm.

Seeing this, Saint Xuanming and others felt relieved.

"I have already said that the Ten Thousand Demons will not give up Lingxiao Dao Realm."

"It's just that a Saint King has fallen. They still have other ancient masters."

“The Su family is nothing.”

"Just wait for good news."

He spoke indifferently.

The remaining saints also felt at peace.

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