Fantasy: Beginning Saint Patriarch

"snort!"

The supreme Taoist ancestor snorted coldly, a terrifying aura surged across his body, and a fishing rod swung in his palm, forming a series of shields in the sky.

The sword energy fell on the shield, and huge energy spread in all directions like waves.

"For a moment, I never thought that you, an old guy, could still be alive and kicking after so many years.

The ancestor of the Fantasy Sword Immortal Sect grinned, and the ancestor of the Taishang Sect snorted coldly, and the aura of the Half-Step True God suddenly burst out.

The sun and the moon are sinking, and the universe is dark.

"Want to fight? I'm not afraid of you!"

The fishing rod swings, and huge waves instantly fill the entire void.

The atmosphere was tense.

“It’s so lively here!”

A very discordant sound sounded in the distance, and a middle-aged man in red robe was seen standing on the deck of a huge warship. As the middle-aged man in red robe descended...

The ancestors of the Huanjian Immortal Sect and the Supreme Taoist Tradition all restrained their auras and stared at the red-robed middle-aged man with vigilance.

"It turned out to be Han Yu Fellow Daoist, what? With a body that is about to die, why don't you just stay and wait for death in Yuxuan Ancient Sect, and toss around everywhere without fear of being destroyed by the sect?"

The supreme Taoist ancestor said coldly. When the middle-aged man in red robe heard this, his eyes turned cold and he snorted coldly,

"How dare I go first without seeing Fellow Daoist Taiheng die with my own eyes?"

"You two, if you want to chat and reminisce, go back and chat! This place is the territory of the Fantasy Sword Immortal Sect!"

The young man Daoist shouted coldly.

"Oh? The Mountain and Sea realm is so vast that anyone can come and go freely. When did this place become the territory of the Fantasy Sword Immortal Sect again?"

A powerful voice sounded, and a fat middle-aged man came out of the air! The middle-aged man was wearing a very sexy floral dress and had a very enchanting posture when he appeared.

"Money Daoist? Are you coming here to mix in too?"

The young Daoist stared at the obese middle-aged man with an unkind look on his face. This middle-aged man was the master of the Money Pavilion and an out-and-out half-step true god.

"The world is full of opportunities, and those who are capable live there, each relying on his or her own abilities. What's wrong? Sword Fighting Fellow Daoist, everyone thinks that this world really belongs to your Huan Sword Immortal Sect?" There was no fear in the eyes of the Master of the Qian Pavilion.

The void was shattered, and the Money Pavilion warships arrived one after another.

These warships all have golden hulls, and each warship is ten thousand feet tall! They are filled with densely packed monks, and there are hundreds of people who are powerful in the realm of gods alone!

The young Daoist's face darkened when he saw this. The Qiange Pavilion, which had always been indifferent to the world, actually had such a background.

"Hmph! Let's see who gets this divine palace in the end!"

The ancestor of the Huanjian Immortal Sect said coldly.

"Then just let it happen..."

The Master of Money Pavilion had a smile on his face.

The four major Transcendent Level forces arrived, and the atmosphere became increasingly depressing.

Countless forces are staring at the divine palace, but no ten people have come forward... That formation is too powerful! It is impossible for even a half-step true god to break in alone.

But at this time, no one was willing to speak first, and they were wary of each other.

This went on for a long time, and finally the Master of Qian Pavilion spoke,

It’s not an option to become a Fellow Daoist, why don’t we work together to break the formation! Then we can seize the opportunity with our strength!”

"That's nice to say! Your four major forces are as powerful as clouds. If you break through them, we will definitely not be able to take a sip of the soup!"

An old man wearing a cloak spoke slowly. The aura of the old man seemed to be at the peak of divine fire.

"Then what should we do? We can't all watch from here?"

The Master of Qian Pavilion said displeasedly.

"Hahaha!!! Opportunity is created by nature. If you can get it, whoever can get in will have the opportunity."

The young Daoist laughed heartily. He was holding a long sword with silver light in his hand, and the Divine Origin was running all over his body, and various laws of Tao converged.

"cut!"

As the young Daoist's voice fell, the terrifying sword energy tore through the chaos of the void, lighting up like bright stars.

The killing array outside the Divine Mansion instantly opened a gap, and the young Daoist shouted at the strong man of the Heavenly God Realm of the Fantasy Sword Immortal Sect,

"Everyone get in!"

A group of monks from the Fantasy Sword Immortal Sect rushed into the Immortal Mansion.

"Not good! He actually used the True God Law Treasure at any cost!"

The expression of the ancestor of the supreme orthodoxy changed, and a huge pipa appeared in his hand. A terrifying aura flowed from the pipa, and white flames shot out from time to time.

"open!"

The elder of the supreme orthodoxy flicked his fingers, and the pipa exploded with powerful force. Waves of sound waves hit the killing array, and cracks appeared.

"You all go in."

Before the voice of the ancestor of the supreme orthodoxy fell, a strong man from heaven had already poured into the minister of the crack.

"No, if the monks from the two sects get the opportunity of the Divine Palace first, our sect will definitely be in danger.

The ancestor of the Ancient Yuxuan Sect also sacrificed the true god Law Treasure. With the terrifying power fluctuations, the killing array opened a large mouth, and the powerful gods of the Ancient Yuxuan Sect also entered one after another.

".~The Money Sword... comes out!"

The master of the Money Pavilion also used his own means to send all the powerful gods from the Money Pavilion into the divine palace.

Those forces that were not even powerful gods became more and more anxious as they watched the monks from the three sects and one pavilion entering the divine palace one by one.

"No... If this continues, good fortune will definitely have nothing to do with our sect." A gray-haired old woman slowly spoke. She pondered for a long time, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

"Maybe this is the opportunity for our sect to rise. I don't have a few hundred years to live anyway. When I get close to the killing array and explode myself, I may be able to explode with power close to the peak of the gods and create a gap. You can take advantage of this time." Opportunity, step into the formation.

In front of the old woman stood two incipient divine fires. Listening to the old woman's voice, they both knelt down and worshiped at the same time.

"No, ancestor, the worst we can do is give up on the divine palace. The existence of the ancestor is the hope of the sect. (Qian Zhao) "I am already old, and there is no hope of stepping into the gods... The hope of the sect is You juniors! Remember, I died for the sect. "

The old woman's voice fell, and the huge Divine Origin power in her body burned, and then her body was like a meteorite, smashing into the formation, and the beautiful arc shone in the air.

"No! Ancestor."

"Stop! Ancestor!"

The two divine fire realm monks shouted at the same time, with tears in their eyes.

"The rise of a sect will always involve the sacrifice of its predecessors. I am willing to pave the way for this person. You two are not happy!"

The old woman's voice fell, and a terrifying power spread.

Boom!!

The killing array shook, and a hole actually appeared. Two divine fire realm monks endured their grief and broke into the divine palace to discuss.

As the old woman blew herself up. Countless forces began to follow suit.

At this time, the void split open...