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

After more than ten years of training, Chen Lin's strength has also reached the level of Zhixu Chewu. He had been using Tianyuan Sword Master before, but Tianyuan Sword Master is a Taoist god and cannot synchronize his own strength.

When he took action to unify the south, he was already at the peak level of Sanyutian.

On the top of a mountain in the east, the Tiandao Sect stands majestically, like a sharp sword piercing the sky. At this moment, it is experiencing an unprecedented disaster.

On the battlefield, the sky and the earth were pale, the wind and clouds were surging, and a life-and-death battle was unfolding with majestic momentum.

Under the fierce attack of the demon clan, the mountain-protecting formation of Zhitian Dao Sect has begun to show cracks. The light that was originally as bright as stars now looks dim.

The monster army came like a tide, and their twisted and deformed figures looked particularly terrifying in the night.

The bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes and the earth-shattering roar coming from his mouth seemed to be swallowing up everything in Tiandao Sect.

Facing a powerful enemy, the monks of Zhitian Dao Sect were already well prepared.

They were wearing various battle robes, holding various magic weapons, and their faces were full of determination.

A white-haired old man held a simple long sword, the tip of which pointed directly at the night sky. His eyes were as firm as ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, unmoved by any external object.

With a flash of his body, he rushed into the demon group. As the sword light flashed, the corpses of the demon clan fell down like wheat.

The young monks are not far behind. They control flying swords, cast spells, or fight against the monsters with their physical strength.

A female monk, with a graceful figure, turned into a stream of light in an instant. The long whip in her hand danced like a spiritual snake. Every time she waved, she took away the lives of a bunch of monsters, and corpses piled up around her. Like mountains.

On the battlefield, swords flashed, spells intertwined, and every collision was accompanied by violent explosions.

A burly monk held a huge ax in both hands. Every time he swung it, he brought up a bloody wind. His roar echoed on the battlefield, as if it could shatter the courage of the demon clan.

There are more and more corpses of the demon clan, but their number seems to be endless.

The monks of Zhitian Dao Sect also continued to fall in the battle, and their blood dyed the sect's land red, but their sacrifices inspired the fighting spirit of other monks.

Every fallen monk is a manifestation of the unyielding spirit of the Supreme Heavenly Dao Sect.

On this tragic battlefield, Mo Yun's spear pierced the night sky and accurately pierced the throat of a demon general. The demon general fell to the ground and died before he could scream in agony.

Mo Yun's face was determined, and every time the spear danced, it took away the life of a demon clan.

He is Dao Zong Daozi!

Lin Jingyu, the leader of Tiandao Sect, stood on the mountain gate. His eyes were like an abyss, surveying everything on the battlefield.

At this critical moment, he suddenly formed a seal with his hands, and complex spells flew out of his hands and merged into the mountain-protecting formation.

In an instant, the formation glowed brightly, blocking the demon clan's attack again.

"Disciples of the Zhitian Dao Sect, today's battle is the time for us to protect our homeland and slay demons!" Lin Jingyu's voice was like the sound of nature, resounding throughout the battlefield.

Encouraged by Lin Jingyu, the disciples of the Tiandao Sect began to use their special skills, and various spells and magic weapons emerged one after another.

A strong man took action, his magic power was deep, and with one push of his palm, dozens of monsters were turned into ashes.

In the fierce battle between the Zhitian Dao Sect and the Monster Clan, the battle situation suddenly changed, and several powerful beings appeared in the Monster Clan. Each of them is a top powerhouse in the Monster Clan, with strength comparable to that of the elders of the sect.

In an instant, the essence of countless monks turned into streams of light and turned towards their bodies. The scene was extremely spectacular.

These powerful monsters either transformed into giant beasts or released terrifying sorcery. Their appearance made the monks of Zhitian Dao Sect feel unprecedented pressure.

A strong man from the demon race, with a figure like a mountain, punched out, and several monks were knocked away, and their blood surged.

"The Demon Lord has arrived!" A demon clan opened its bloody mouth and roared to the sky. However, in an instant, a magic weapon pierced its throat.

At this moment, countless demonic mist suddenly emerged, like an ink-colored tide, rushing towards the Supreme Heavenly Dao Sect.

"The Demon Lord has arrived!" A demon clan opened its bloody mouth and roared to the sky. However, in an instant, a magic weapon pierced its throat, its voice stopped abruptly, and its body fell to the ground, turning into a pool of blood.

Lin Jingyu's expression suddenly changed when he faced the demon lord's abyss-like arrival.

The Demon Lord's voice was like a wolf howling in the cold wind, harsh and cold: "Dao Zun has been restrained by several demon saints. You haven't been promoted to Xu Chewu yet, how can you compete with me."

A cold smile appeared on the Demon Lord's face, and that smile was full of contempt and disdain for Lin Jingyu.

However, Lin Jingyu, who heard this provocation, did not respond. Instead, his eyes penetrated the smoke on the battlefield and stared at one place.

There, a man in black robe is like a ghost in the night, surrounded by evil spirits like gossamers. He can suppress the demon clan with just a raise of his hand, and his strength has reached the realm of the Three Desires.

When Lin Jingyu saw that this person was still holding on, he couldn't help but feel a little calmer.

Dao Ancestor's disciples are here, but they don't know if Dao Ancestor will come.

He took a deep breath, put all the distracting thoughts behind his mind, turned his gaze to the Demon Lord, and said in a cold voice: "My Dao Sect has been passed down to this day and has a profound foundation, which is beyond the imagination of you and other Demon Clan!"

The words fell to the ground, like thunder, and Lin Jingyu's body suddenly erupted with an aura of the early stage of Zhixu Chewu, shocking everyone.

The demon lord laughed loudly when he saw this, and his laughter was full of sarcasm and disdain: "Luo Fanzhu, how long can you hold on!"

The battle broke out in an instant, and Lin Jingyu and the demon lord met fiercely in the air. Every time the two fought, it was like a storm between heaven and earth, causing countless strange phenomena.

Lin Jingyu held a purple gold gourd with ancient runes flowing, and the gourd mouth spewed out mysterious light, each of which contained powerful Taoist power.

When the gourd was waved, the light was overflowing, and Lin Jingyu's figure shuttled through the demonic energy, and every time the gourd spewed out, it accurately hit the demon lord's attack.

As a strong man in the early stage of Zhixu Chewu, the demon lord was amazingly powerful.

His offensive was like a storm, and every time he attacked, he carried the power to destroy the world.

The demonic energy rolled, like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, trying to swallow Lin Jingyu.

The battle between the two was thrilling and the scene was grand. With the help of secret treasures and secret methods, Lin Jingyu temporarily advanced to the early stage of Zhixu Chewu, and started a desperate fight with the demon lord.

The light and demonic energy intertwined, the sky and the earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers changed color.

However, no matter how strong the will was, it could not make up for the gap in strength.

After a fierce battle, Lin Jingyu gradually felt powerless, and the light of the gourd began to dim.

The demon lord took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, and the demonic energy was like a sharp blade, going straight to Lin Jingyu's vitals.