Invincibility starts from awakening

Chapter 117 Doomsday?
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Just when Lin Tian was instructing Yue Qingying to abolish her skills and then modify her alchemy body, the space above Qingyun City's head was distorted for a while.

Countless people raised their heads in horror.

I saw that the space was broken, and in the bottomless void, there was an extremely terrifying breath.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw warships majestically sailing out of the void with a murderous aura.

There are several old men standing on the prow of each ship, their mighty majesty makes countless people breathless.

"Fellow Taoists from the Eastern Region came here, and Lu Mou was disappointed to welcome him, so don't be surprised!"

At this time, a voice full of aura floated out from Qingyun City.

Immediately, I saw a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes stepping into the void. It was Lu Yuan, the Lord of Qingyun City.

"You are welcome, Lord of Qingyun City. I waited to come here this time to kill demons. Now I have settled here in Qingyun City without saying hello. I should be waiting for Meng Lang."

The leader of the Yingyue Tiangong powerhouse cupped his hands and replied.

Qingyun City can be regarded as a second-rate force in the entire Shenzhou. Although it is not as good as their Yingyue Tiangong, they still have the respect they deserve.

After all, the two are not enemies.

When Lu Yuan heard the purpose of the visitor, his complexion sank immediately, and he said through gritted teeth: "That little devil killed my heir a while ago, this hatred is irreconcilable!"

Speaking of this, he bowed his hands to the strong man in Yingyue Tiangong, "I also hope that fellow Taoists will take me, Lu, to kill demons together."

Hearing this, the strong man of Yingyue Tiangong sneered in his heart, and he naturally knew that Lu Yuan didn't just want to kill Lin Tian.

However, he did not object, and Lu Yuan joined.

After all, if someone is willing to be a thug, why not accept it.

"Okay, this is no problem, but these few days, I spent a lot of energy waiting to cross the void, and I still need to rest here for a day, so I will trouble you, City Lord Lu..."

The strong man from Yingyue Tiangong nodded and said.

Hearing this, Lu Yuan waved his hand and said, "No trouble, no trouble, I've already had someone prepare the banquet, and I'll wait for you to take your seats."

"Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

"Please!"

Lu Yuan laughed loudly and led the crowd towards the City Lord's Mansion.

After they left, the news of the arrival of the strong men from the Eastern Region spread like wildfire. It was spread through various channels and means in an instant.

Zhongzhou, on a certain sacred mountain.

A middle-aged man and an old man were sitting opposite each other at the chess table.

"People from the Eastern Region are here, we should act now, otherwise the meat will be eaten by others, and we may not even be able to drink the soup..."

The middle-aged man held a white piece and landed it on the chessboard. He said with some emotion, "I never thought that the strongest power in the entire Shenzhou would be reduced to this point."

Hearing the words, the old man dropped a sunspot carefully, and then hesitantly said: "But suzerain, Good Fortune Martial Sect is my Zhongzhou power after all, doesn't it seem immoral for us to take advantage of the fire to rob?"

"Hehe, morality?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed sarcastically, and then said: "In this world, the weak prey on the strong. Even if we don't do it, someone else will."

"In the entire Zhongzhou, except for the Wushuang Holy Palace, who dares to say that he is not interested in the inheritance of Emperor Wu?"

"As for morality? Oh, you are strong, who dares to touch you? You are weak, morality is just a joke!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man got up, and then called out in a deep voice: "Let's go, Good Fortune Martial Sect!"

As the voice fell, there were several screams around the mountain, as if responding to the middle-aged man's order.

Immediately, two warships sailed out from the sacred mountain, flying the banner, and headed straight for Good Fortune Martial Sect.

This scene, on this day, happened in all regions of Zhongzhou with similarities and minor differences.

One Palace, Two Sages, Four Sects and Five Sects. Except for the No. [-] ranked Wushuang Sacred Palace and Good Fortune Martial Sect, which was originally ranked as one of the four sects, almost all other forces were mobilized.

That is to say, in Zhongzhou, the famous forces in the row are now gathering towards Good Fortune Wuzong, and only the Wushuang Holy Palace is left without participating.

Naturally, such a big movement cannot be concealed.

In just half a day, the entire Zhongzhou knew that these forces were going to attack Good Fortune Martial Sect.

The most important thing is that there is an even more shocking news from Good Fortune Wuzong.

Now, in order to protect Lin Tian to death, Good Fortune Martial Sect has been torn apart.

There are less than 400 people in the whole sect.

This news stunned everyone.

In a certain restaurant in the big city of Zhongzhou, someone heard the news and couldn't help saying: "Then Lin Tian, ​​is it really so important? Because of him, Zhao Wuxing must be crazy, right?"

Zhao Wuxing is exactly the name of the suzerain of Wu Zong.

"This time, Good Fortune Martial Sect may be doomed..." Someone shook his head.

Some people sighed with emotion, "Yes, even if it was the first case in China, now it cannot escape the law of prosperity and decline."

"It is rumored that what Lin Tian took from the Eastern Territory is the inheritance of Emperor Wu. It's a pity that the current Good Fortune Martial Sect no longer has the strength to protect the inheritance. Otherwise, there may be a day when they will really rise."

"Yeah, it's a pity..."

Many people feel sorry for this, and feel that good luck is bad for Wuzong. If it had been thousands of years earlier, when the sect was not so weak, and the inheritance had been recovered, everything might have been different.

The whole of Zhongzhou is discussing the matter of Good Fortune Wuzong, and there are different opinions, but no matter what, they all have a point of view, and they always maintain the same point of view.

——Fate Wuzong, this time he must perish!
The situation changed suddenly, and Good Fortune Wuzong also received news from the outside world. The whole Wuzong was full of oppression, and the disciples were desperately gritting their teeth to practice, hoping to improve a little bit before the war.

Sect Master Wu Zong and the Seven Great Elders, like ants on a hot pot, were circling anxiously in the Hall of Creation.

Their idea is to let Lin Tian and the Wuzong disciples who are willing to stay, leave before the enemy arrives, and keep the fire.

However, Lin Tian couldn't hear it at all.

Sitting in the Good Fortune Hall, I got tired of listening to it, so I went directly to the bamboo forest for retreat.

"This little guy, why are you so stubborn?"

The Sixth Elder grabbed his hair and said with a sad face: "Don't he know that we stayed here just to keep him?"

"If he doesn't leave now, even if we all die here, it's meaningless!"

Hearing this, everyone felt a little helpless.

"This little guy also told us not to worry. Can we not worry about this? The entire Central State and the entire Eastern Region are basically involved."

"Even if a power sends out only one emperor, it is not our current power that can stop it..."

The Great Elder kept shaking his head, feeling that Lin Tian was taking too much care of him.

Good Fortune Martial Sect had a grand guardian formation at the level of an imperial formation, but this imperial formation was almost destroyed ten thousand years ago.

Now, the remnant formations on the three main peaks are activated at the same time, and they are only grandmaster-level formations. Although they can withstand the attack of the emperor, once the number of emperors increases, the formation will collapse sooner or later.

　It's late, the next chapter, I'll write after dinner.

　　Well, probably, update between three and four o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)