Invincibility starts from waking up

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Just when Lin Tian was instructing Yue Qingying to abolish his martial arts and then modify his alchemy body, the space above Qingyun City was distorted.

Countless people raised their heads in fear.

The space was shattered, and an extremely terrifying aura came out of the bottomless void.

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

There were several old men standing on the bow of each ship, and their imperial power was overwhelming, making countless people breathless.

"Fellow Taoists from the Eastern Region are here, but Lu is a little distant to greet you. Don't be surprised!"

At this time, a powerful voice floated out from Qingyun City.

Immediately, a middle-aged man wearing gorgeous clothes was seen stepping into the void. It was Lu Yuan, the lord of Qingyun City.

"You're welcome, Lord of Qingyun City. I came here this time to slay demons. Now that I'm settling in Qingyun City without saying hello, I should be waiting for Meng Lang."

The leader of the Yingyue Tiangong strongman raised his hand and replied.

Qingyun City can be regarded as a second-rate force in the entire China. Although it is not as good as Yingyue Palace, it still deserves the respect it deserves.

After all, the two are not enemies.

When Lu Yuan heard the purpose of the visitor, his face immediately darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "That little devil, killed my heir some time ago. This is an irreconcilable hatred!"

Having said this, he raised his hand to the powerful man from Yingyue Heavenly Palace and said, "I also hope that all fellow Taoists will take me, Lu, to slay the demon together."

Hearing these words, the strong man in Yingyue Tiangong sneered in his heart. Naturally, he knew that Lu Yuan was not just trying to kill Lin Tian.

However, he did not object to Lu Yuan joining.

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

"Okay, this is no problem, but in the past few days, we have spent a lot of energy crossing the void, and we still need to rest here for a day. This will trouble you, City Master Lu..."

The strong man from Yingyue Heavenly Palace nodded and said.

When Lu Yuan heard this, he waved his hand and said, "No trouble, no trouble. I have already prepared the banquet and I am waiting for you all to take your seats."

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

"please!"

Lu Yuan laughed and led everyone towards the city lord's mansion.

After they left, the news of the arrival of the powerful men from the Eastern Region spread like wildfire, spreading instantly through various channels and by various means.

Zhongzhou, on a certain sacred mountain.

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

"People from the Eastern Region are here, we should take action, 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 didn't expect that the once strongest force in China would fall to this point."

Hearing this, the old man carefully dropped a sunspot, and then said with some hesitation: "But Sect Master, the Creation Wuzong is my power in Zhongzhou after all. Doesn't it seem a bit unethical for us to take advantage of the situation like this?"

"Haha, morality?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed sarcastically, and then said: "In this world, the jungle is dominated by the weak. Even if we don't take action, others will."

"In the entire Zhongzhou, except for the Wushuang Holy Palace, who dares to say that they are 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 saying that, the middle-aged man stood up, and then called out in a deep voice: "Let's go, Creation Martial Sect!"

As soon as the voice fell, several loud roars were heard around the sacred mountain, seemingly in response to the middle-aged man's order.

Immediately, two warships, flying the big flag, set off from the sacred mountain and went straight to the Creation Wuzong.

This scene, on this day, happened in all major areas of Zhongzhou with similar differences.

One palace, two saints, four sects and five sects. Except for the Wushuang Holy Palace, which ranked first, and the Creation Wuzong, which was originally one of the four sects, almost all the other forces were mobilized.

In other words, in Zhongzhou, all the famous forces are now gathering towards the Creation Wuzong, leaving only the Wushuang Holy Palace, which is not 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 the Fortune Wuzong.

The most important thing is that there is even more shocking news coming from the Creation Wuzong side.

Now, in order to protect Lin Tian, ​​the Creation Wuzong has been torn apart.

The entire sect combined has less than 400 people.

This news confused everyone.

In a restaurant in the big city of Zhongzhou, someone heard the news and couldn't help but said: "Is Lin Tian really so important? For him, Zhao Wuxing must be crazy, right?"

Zhao Wuxing is the name of the leader of Wuzong.

"This time, the Creation Martial Sect may be doomed..." Someone shook his head.

Some people sighed and sighed, "Yes, even the first sect in China cannot escape the law of prosperity and decline."

"It is rumored that what Lin Tian took from the Eastern Territory was the inheritance of Emperor Wu. It's just a pity that the current Creation Martial Sect no longer has the strength to protect the inheritance. Otherwise, they might really rise one day."

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

Many people feel sorry for this, and feel that the fortune of the Martial Sect was bad luck. If the sect had recovered its inheritance thousands of years earlier, when the sect was not so weak, perhaps everything would have been different.

The entire Zhongzhou was talking about the creation of Wuzong. There were different opinions, but no matter what, they all had one point of view and always remained consistent.

——The Wuzong of Good Fortune will surely die this time!

The situation suddenly changed, and the Creation Martial Sect also received news from the outside world. The entire Martial Sect was filled with an aura of depression, and the disciples were desperately cultivating, hoping to improve a little bit before the war.

The head of Wuzong and the seven elders were like ants on a hot pot, anxiously circling around in the Hall of Creation.

Their idea was to let Lin Tian and the Wuzong disciples who were willing to stay leave before the enemy arrived to preserve the fire.

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

I got tired of sitting in the Creation Hall and went straight to the bamboo forest to retreat.

"Why is this little guy so stubborn?"

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

"If he doesn't leave now, even if we all die here, there's no point!"

Hearing this, everyone felt helpless.

"This little guy also told us not to worry. How can we not worry? The entire Zhongzhou and the entire Eastern Territory forces are basically involved."

"Even if a force only sends one emperor, it is not something we can stop with our current strength..."

The great elder also kept shaking his head, feeling that Lin Tian was too much.

The Creation Wuzong has an imperial formation-level protective sect formation, which is good, but this imperial formation was almost destroyed thousands of years ago.

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

I’m late. I’ll write the next chapter after dinner.

Well, probably, it will be updated between three and four o'clock.