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

The expression of the elder of the Holy Land changed drastically, his eyes widened, and his voice trembled, "Daoist Qiankun, if you dare to kill me, the Holy Lord will definitely know, and then you will have nowhere to escape."

His words were full of despair and panic. Facing the power of Taoist Qiankun, he could not resist at all.

However, Taoist Qiankun's face was still indifferent, and he said indifferently, "Do you think I am afraid of Lu Daotian? I am not even afraid of Lu Tianyi!"

As Taoist Qiankun's indifferent words fell, the unspeakable power erupted in the body of the elder of the Holy Land, and his body seemed to be torn apart by an invisible huge force.

The expression of the elder of the Holy Land was frozen in fear and disbelief, and his skin began to become transparent, like fragile glass that could break at any time.

His eyes were wide open, and the cold and ruthless face of Taoist Qiankun was reflected in his pupils, which was the helplessness of the impending death of life and the fear of powerful forces.

His body gradually became blurred, like a weathered stone statue, peeling off into dust inch by inch.

At the same time, the body of the strong man from the Holy Spirit Palace began to disintegrate, and his face was full of unwillingness and despair.

At this last moment, their eyes were full of fear of the unknown and desire for life.

But all struggles were in vain. Under the power of Taoist Qiankun, their bodies gradually turned into the smallest particles until they completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

After doing all this, Taoist Qiankun disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Chen Lin was witnessing this scene in the room at this moment, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Taoist Qiankun, so terrifying!"

The cultivator in the early stage of Zhixu Chewu was like an ant in front of Taoist Qiankun. He didn't even have a chance to struggle, and he was already reduced to ashes.

Chen Lin slowly retracted his gaze, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself, "It's almost there, it's almost there!" As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and devoted himself to cultivation.

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In a fairyland surrounded by mountains, towering mountains stand like the backbone between heaven and earth.

The mountains are covered with green and surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth. Countless cranes dance in the clouds, their feathers sparkling silver in the sun, and the mountains are full of spiritual energy and vitality.

In this fairyland, countless disciples of the Holy Spirit Palace are practicing hard, pursuing a breakthrough in their cultivation. Their figures are looming in the mountains and forests, a prosperous scene.

At the top of this mountain range, a magnificent palace stands, it is like a palace from heaven, exuding a heart-pounding pressure.

Above the palace, a middle-aged man sits upright. He is the master of the Holy Spirit Palace, with a majestic demeanor and awe-inspiring presence.

His deep eyes seem to be able to see through everything in the world, making people dare not look directly at him, and the majestic atmosphere is pervasive.

Suddenly, the hurried footsteps of a disciple broke the tranquility of the palace. He was pale and panicked, as if there was a beast chasing him behind him.

His eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen the end of the world.

The Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace was in deep thought. When he heard the voice, his brows slightly frowned, and a trace of uneasiness rose in his heart.

He had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

The disciple rolled and crawled to the Palace Master, and his knees hit the cold and hard ground of the hall heavily, making a dull sound.

His voice was trembling with tears, and he said, "Palace Master, the Holy Lord... The Holy Lord has fallen!"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in the hall, shocking the Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace.

The face of the Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace turned pale in an instant, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

The Holy Lord, that is a strong man at the peak of the Three Desire Heavens, how could he fall so easily!

Moreover, the Holy Lord had just gone to the Kunwu Empire with the elders of the Holy Land not long ago. It should have been safe, so how could such bad news suddenly come out!

There were turbulent waves in his heart, and he couldn't calm down.

His eyes were as sharp as a blade, falling coldly on the disciple, and his voice was cold enough to freeze the air, "Tell me clearly, how did the Holy Lord fall?"

The disciple's body trembled even more, his teeth trembled, and he almost bit his tongue to pieces.

But he suppressed his fear and stammered the fact that the soul lamp left by the Holy Lord in the palace was extinguished.

The face of the Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace became more and more ugly. His fists were clenched, his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood was slowly dripping, but he didn't feel the pain at all.

His heart was like being torn apart, and he was in great pain.

"The Holy Lord has fallen. For us in the Holy Spirit Palace, it is like the sky falling and the earth collapsing!" The voice of the Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace was low, but it was filled with endless grief and anger.

After all, he was a peak cultivator of the Three Desire Heavens, and he was expected to reach the realm of the Void and the Martial Arts!

The Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace took a deep breath and suppressed the grief in his heart. He knew that this was not the time to be sad. He must be strong and must make a decision for the future of the Holy Land.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Pass the order, the Holy Spirit Palace enters an emergency state, all disciples gather and prepare to deal with possible crises!"

The Holy Lord and the elders of the Holy Land went to the Kunwu Dynasty. Now that the Holy Lord has fallen, the result is self-evident, it is a disaster.

But the Holy Lord has fallen, what about the elder of the Holy Land?

The uncertainty of life and death is like a sword hanging over the head of the Holy Spirit Palace, adding to the worries of the Holy Land.

Thinking of this, a trace of madness flashed in the eyes of the Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace, like an enraged beast, his eyes were full of bloodshot.

His anger and resentment, like ignited hay, instantly spread all over the prairie.

First, the people of Kunwu Dynasty killed the Holy Spirit Son, and now the Holy Lord also suffered the same disaster when he went to Kunwu Dynasty.

Kunwu Dynasty, this name has become a disaster for the Holy Spirit Palace for him, and it is a tumor that must be removed!

He has found out the identity of the person who killed the Holy Spirit Son that day. It is rumored that he is a disciple of Daozu, but he sent people to search for him, but there was no news.

He once sneaked into the Wanxie Palace and sent people to investigate, but found that the Wanxie Palace also mysteriously disappeared, as if it had never existed.

All these clues point to the Kunwu Dynasty, which makes the anger and resentment in the heart of the Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace like a raging fire, intensifying.

At this moment, he continued to issue orders, with a hint of coldness and determination in his voice.

"You have made public the identity of Chen Tianci, the son of the Kunwu Dynasty. He has an extremely strong killer physique, and secretly publicized the dangers of an extremely strong killer physique. I think this will arouse the interest of many people."

The disciple did not dare to hesitate at all when he heard this, and quickly left the hall to pass on the palace master's order.

The Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace stood in the hall, his figure seemed lonely and firm, like a pine tree on a lonely peak, standing firm despite the wind, frost, snow and rain.

The Holy Spirit Palace has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and he cannot predict whether it can survive this crisis.

But no matter what, he must stand up and fight for the future of the Holy Land.

If he can survive, it will be good. If not, he will become the wheel of history and be submerged by the long river of time.

Thinking of this, the Palace Master of the Holy Spirit Palace sighed slightly.

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