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

The atmosphere froze instantly, and everyone's heart was filled with turbulent waves. Their eyes were like being attracted by a magnet, tightly locked on the body of the Heavenly Lord of the Sky.

The shocking power made everyone present feel unprecedented oppression.

"How is it possible!" Someone exclaimed in disbelief.

"The Heavenly Lord of the Sky, this strength..."

"Is this the strength of Zhixu Chewu? In this way, he is undoubtedly the Heavenly Lord of Dao Nian."

Gu Jiansi and Yang Xuandao were pale, dumbfounded, and their shock was beyond words.

Especially Yang Xuandao, he had been in the imperial dynasty for a longer time and had many interactions with the Heavenly Lord of the Sky and others, but he never thought that the other party's strength had reached the realm of the Heavenly Lord of Dao Nian.

There was a fanatical light in the eyes of Heming Demon Lord, and he was secretly happy: "I won this bet. Demon, you are really the lucky star of my Jiuyou Demon Sect."

Another Dao Nian Tianjun, and it was...

The burly man looked gloomy, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth: "Dao Nian Tianjun mid-stage!"

Others just felt the horror of that power, and their expressions became more and more embarrassed. A trace of gloom flashed in Yang Tianjun's eyes, staring at Cangqiong Tianjun: "You can't be from the Kunwu Dynasty, who are you?"

A Dao Nian Tianjun mid-stage strongman, the realm is far beyond everyone present, this is not the Taoist ancestor.

There are three kings in the Kunwu Dynasty. Now Cangqiong Tianjun suddenly showed such strength, what kind of existence will the other two kings be?

This thought flashed through everyone's mind, making them shudder, and they all wanted to retreat.

Facing three Dao Nian Tianjun mid-stage strongmen, they are not good enough at all.

Cangqiong Tianjun snorted coldly, extremely domineering: "You dare to invade the Kunwu Dynasty, you should be killed!"

As soon as the voice fell, a more terrifying aura burst out from him, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a storm.

Yang Tianjun was about to speak at this moment, but before he could speak, his face suddenly changed drastically, as if he had encountered something indescribable horror.

Snap!

A light tap, like thunder splitting the sky, suddenly sounded on his shoulder. Although the sound was light, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, making Yang Tianjun's hair stand up all over his body, and a chill rushed from the coccyx to the forehead.

He turned around suddenly, his eyes like lightning, trying to catch the source of the shocking tap.

"Huayang Palace has repeatedly bullied our Kunwu Dynasty, today it will cost the death of a Dao Nian Tianjun."

The voice was as cold as ice, with unquestionable majesty, resounding between heaven and earth, like thunder in the sky, shocking people.

Everyone present was disturbed by the sound. They turned around and focused their eyes on Yang Tianjun.

The figure of Daozu appeared behind Yang Tianjun like an insurmountable mountain.

His eyes were deep and expressionless, but the invisible sense of oppression made Yang Tianjun feel like a speck of dust that could be wiped out at any time.

Then, Chen Lin's eyes flashed with Xuanhuang Qi, and the power was so strong that it made Yang Tianjun palpitate.

He felt his body trembling, and the fear in his heart flooded like a flood. He knew what he was about to face, but his body seemed to be fixed and unable to move.

In an instant, an indescribable power burst out from his body, and the power was transmitted from his palm to Yang Tianjun's body.

Under the impact of that power, Yang Tianjun's heart was filled with despair, and a desire to survive flashed in his eyes, but was then swallowed by endless darkness.

Everyone present was shocked. They felt the terrible power and retreated like a snake or scorpion.

He felt that his existence was being deprived bit by bit, and the feeling of powerlessness made him feel miserable.

In the end, Yang Tianjun's figure gradually blurred under the impact of the power. His eyes showed deep regret and unwillingness, but he could not resist the arrangement of fate.

His body was like a broken bubble, and it was annihilated in front of this power, leaving only the shock and fear of everyone present.

Everyone, including the demon master and the seven elders of the Canghai Saint Church, showed a look of fear at this moment. A Dao Nian Tianjun actually fell in front of everyone.

Chen Lin completed all this, his expression was still indifferent, and his eyes slowly swept over everyone present.

That look was like an ice blade, which made everyone present feel cold and dared not look at it.

"Kunwu Dynasty, hiss, so terrifying..."

"There are at least four Dao Nian Tianjun in the middle stage, which is completely the top level among the overlord forces."

When True Lord Ying'an saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He knew in his heart that he had placed people next to Daozu, and the probability of Daozu's revenge was very high.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said to Chen Lin: "I just led them to Kunwu Dynasty. This matter has nothing to do with me. I will leave first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart.

In an instant, overwhelming black shadows emerged from him, and those shadows all looked like himself.

Then, a darkness enveloped him.

True Lord Ying'an did not dare to slack off and immediately used his body skills to escape.

However, as soon as he took a step, all the shadows were dispelled, and those shadows disappeared in an instant, leaving only his body isolated in the sky.

However, suddenly he took a step and all the shadows were dispelled. Those shadows disappeared in an instant, and only his real body remained in the sky.

At this moment, a white sword fell from the sky, like a lightning that cut through the sky. All the cultivators present witnessed this scene and were terrified.

When True Lord Ying'an looked up, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the fear in his heart surged like a tide.

The white sword cut True Lord Ying'an in half without any hindrance.

"Did I let you go?" Chen Lin said calmly. Although his voice was light, it made everyone present feel the bone-chilling cold.

Everyone present lowered their heads and dared not look again.

The burly man, with a body like an iron tower and bulging muscles, gritted his teeth and took a step forward, saying in a loud voice, "This time... we lost, we are willing to... make compensation."

Chen Lin's cold eyes were like ice, and he looked at the burly man coldly.

This glance made the man feel like he was falling into an ice cave, and he took a half step back involuntarily, as if Chen Lin's eyes could freeze him in place.

"From now on, Zhongtian Territory..." Chen Lin's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present, "It will be ruled by our Kunwu Dynasty. Within three days, all forces will withdraw immediately. If anyone wants to stay, they must register within the specified time."

Chen Lin's eyes were like lightning, sweeping across all the Dao Nian Tianjun present one by one, and his voice became a little colder: "Do you... have any objections?"

Everyone present, either pale or terrified, showed a kind of relief after surviving the disaster.

Although there are strong Dao Nian Tianjuns in the middle stage behind them, at this moment under the pressure of the Kunwu Dynasty, if they die here, it will definitely be a loss.

"We... have no objection." Voices came one after another, and everyone hurriedly expressed their opinions, fearing that if they were a beat slower, they would suffer an unexpected disaster.

Chen Lin nodded slightly, seeming to be satisfied with the reactions of the crowd, but then his eyes turned cold again: "However, since you have invaded my Kunwu Dynasty, you will stay here with one arm."