Starting off with Old Deng about to die? Have you really become the Dao Ancestor?!

The black-clothed man was also startled and followed the elder's gaze.

A white-robed old man quietly appeared in the eyes of the two. The yellow-robed old man squinted his eyes and looked at the person who appeared, while the black-clothed man beside him was secretly happy.

A blind person appeared, and he just happened to win a good impression in front of the elder.

God helps me, if I can join Xuanmiao, it would be even better!

The black-clothed man took a step forward, and the terrifying aura swept over the white-clothed man like a wave, "Who dares to stop us? What level!"

After hearing this, the yellow-robed old man glanced at the black-clothed man and said nothing more. The other party suddenly appeared here, and he could also use the black-clothed man to test this person's bottom.

Although he was arrogant, considering the strong men in the Xuanmiao Holy Land, he was the only one now, and one person appeared inexplicably...

After hearing this, the white-clothed old man was swept by the pressure, blowing his white robes, but there was no movement on his face, and he turned a blind eye.

This kind of pressure was too weak for him.

The black-clothed man's eyes condensed, and he was a little suspicious, but now he had already made a move. If he stopped, wouldn't he lose face in front of the elders?

He glanced at the white-clothed man, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You are deliberately mysterious and blocking our way, which means you are an enemy of us!"

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying force surged out of his body, like a dormant beast awakening, instantly filling the entire space.

He swung his palm with an overwhelming force, pressing straight towards the white-clothed old man.

At that moment, the air seemed to be torn apart, the space was shaking, and the wave spread, as if even the sky and the earth were about to change color.

Facing the fierce attack of the black-clothed man, the white-clothed old man stood still like a stone sculpture, his face was calm, and his eyes were as indifferent as an ancient well, without a ripple.

Just as the attack was about to hit, the old man in white robes glanced at the man in black. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, instantly penetrating the man in black's defense.

The man in black suddenly felt fear in his heart, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, like ice water pouring on his back, making him feel creepy involuntarily.

Then, the man in black's eyes widened, and he was shocked to see that his palm stopped in front of the old man in white robes, as if he had hit an invisible barrier.

He felt like there was an indestructible wall in front of him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through this layer of defense, or even move forward a bit.

The old man in white robes spoke indifferently, as if talking about the weather, and gently uttered a few words: "Since when, the cultivators of the Three Desire Heavens dared to be presumptuous in front of me?"

These simple words contained endless pressure, hitting the mind of the man in black like thunder.

He instantly felt a terrifying force entering his body, the force was like a mountain torrent, like a river bursting its banks, catching him off guard, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

The man in black tried to struggle, but the force bound him tightly like an iron chain. He felt his tendons trembling, his bones groaning, and the mana in his body rolling, but he couldn't condense into shape.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, his body shaky, as if he would fall at any time.

One sentence left him powerless to fight back, which caused a storm in the man in black.

The other party turned out to be the Zhixu Chewu monk!

Seeing this, the old man in yellow robe condensed his eyes and thought quickly in his heart, who is the other party?

Zhixu Chewu monk could not be unknown, the other party must be famous.

At this time,

The old man in white robes looked at him with lightning eyes, and his tone was calm but unquestionable, "He is your man, you allow him to do it..."

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart, making him tremble involuntarily, and fear spread like a tide.

He felt unprecedented fear. This old man, whom he had never met, could stir up the fear in his heart with just one sentence. Who is this person!

"Senior, this matter is indeed our fault, but all this is in accordance with Daotian's will!"

He suppressed the fear in his heart and tried to calm the storm with the name of Lu Daotian.

Lv Daotian, the holy lord of Xuanmiao Holy Land, was powerful in all directions. He believed that even this mysterious old man in white robes should be afraid.

He wanted to use Lu Daotian's name to make the old man in white robes afraid.

After all, he didn't know the depth of this extremely powerful man with unknown origins in front of him.

However, the old man in white robes only glanced at him sideways after hearing this, without any fluctuation in his eyes, and his face was still as calm as water.

"Daotian?" The indifference in his tone seemed as if this name was not worth mentioning in front of him.

"Even if Daotian came in person, he would not dare to speak to me like this. It seems that he has not taught you how to be respectful to the strong for too long." The words of the old man in white robes gradually became cold, and the face of the elder of the holy land turned pale instantly.

As soon as these words came out, the heart of the elder of the holy land was shocked. The other party had no respect for the name of the Holy Lord. This courage and strength made him feel fearful.

His body retreated slightly, and the fear in his heart surged like a tide. The origin of this old man in white robes was obviously extraordinary.

The old man in white robes had a sharp gaze and announced calmly, "My name is Qiankun!"

These four words, like thunder in the sky, hit the hearts of everyone present heavily.

The body of the elder of the holy land began to tremble involuntarily, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief. This name, how could this name be possible!

This scene was also seen by the strong man of the Holy Spirit Palace. He was also frightened. Even the elders of the Holy Land were so afraid of this name. The identity of this white-robed old man was obviously beyond his imagination.

"Wait!" A thought flashed through his mind, like lightning breaking through the night sky. He suddenly understood why the elder of the Holy Land was so panicked.

Qiankun?

Taoist Qiankun!

Taoist Qiankun, the legendary figure who broke the limit of cultivation and entered the realm of Zhixu Chewu ten thousand years ago, was the one who forced the Holy Land to give in. Only then did Zhongtian Domain have Zhixu Chewu cultivators besides Xuanmiao Holy Land.

Such an existence, even the Holy Land did not dare to provoke it easily.

Thinking that he had accidentally offended such a peerless strong man, the heart of the strong man of the Holy Spirit Palace sank to the bottom of the valley, and fear was like a poisonous snake entwined around his heart.

Taoist Qiankun snorted coldly, and the sound was like thunder exploding. An indescribable force surged into the body of the elder of the Holy Land, and his body was instantly as if it was fixed.