"He wants to destroy the Sect of Creation!"

"Puff! It's so funny!"

Everyone finally couldn't help it, covered their mouths and laughed out loud.

Just this second generation ancestor wants to destroy the Creation Sect? What a joke! Not to mention him, even if the one behind him comes, he can only return in disgrace!

That ancient Taoist Emperor was so powerful, but he was bombarded away by a shot, which left the emperor completely wiped out his face.

Hearing the laughter from Sifang, the young man was stunned again, and felt even more strange. Are these people blind? Can't these people see his cultivation of thousands of blood?

With his thousand-blooded strength, it is not easy to destroy an eight-deserted sect!

After listening to the discussions from all sides, the old man in black frowned. He vaguely realized that something was wrong. The reactions of these people... were too abnormal, as if they were waiting to see something good?

Could it be... this old man in green and this true phoenix really has a big background?

And this Gate of Creation, what is it?

At this moment, he racked his brains and thought hard, but he couldn't think of what the origin of this fortune gate was, and he had never heard of it.

"Why are you laughing at me? Shut up! Smile again, I will destroy you first!"

The young man glanced around and felt a little angry.

When was his descendant of the Emperor so pointed at him? He was ridiculed behind his back.

Everyone restrained themselves a little, but some were still hiding behind and laughing.

"Do you trash know who I am? I am from Lingyang Mountain, and Emperor Lingyang is my father! With the strength of my Lingyang Mountain, I will destroy a sect without any effort."

The young man looked arrogant and shouted to the four sides.

"Lingyang Mountain? Oh! It turns out it is the Young Master Lingyang!"

Many people suddenly spoke in the crowd.

This Lingyang Emperor, like the Demon Ancient Emperor, was also a wandering cultivator Emperor. He was once a famous figure. However, this Lingyang Young Master had experienced training in the Eight Desolations hundreds of years ago and caused a lot of noise. He was a famous monster at that time.

Unexpectedly, now this person is all practicing for thousands of blood.

"Just know it's this young master!"

Young Master Ling Yang snorted coldly.

He looked at Cai Yaozi again and said grimly: "Old guy, if you don't want your Cai Yaomen to be destroyed, you can hand over this girl to me, otherwise..."

"What else?" Caicao shouted coldly, "I have heard of Lingyang Mountain's reputation for a long time, but with your Lingyang Mountain, I'm afraid I can't destroy my Caicao Sect..."

"Haha! Joke! Who do you think you are? And I have never even heard of you, the Creation Sect, and I don't know where the third-rate strength comes from. I dare to brag in front of me."

Young Master Ling Yang sneered, and then his face darkened, "Since you are not tactful, I will be polite. I will destroy you first, and then go to your fortune gate and destroy your entire door!"

As he said that, his body was shocked, and Qianxue's cultivation exploded and he was about to kill him.

But at this moment, a loud shout came from the crowd next to him.

"Slow down!"

Young Master Ling Yang was stunned and turned around to look. He saw an old man with a burly body, wearing golden armor, holding a golden spear in his hand, and his whole body was golden and almost blinding. He walked out and rushed towards him.

He looked closely and his eyes suddenly widened.

Damn! This piece of equipment is so dazzling that his eyes are about to be blinded, and these two pieces are actually the Nine Tribulation Supreme Tools!

Who is this old guy?

How could there be such a top-notch equipment?

"You want to destroy the Craft Sect? Have you asked me if I have the Ling clan?"

This person was Ling Zhanxu. He rushed to Cai Yaozi and shouted sternly at the Young Master Lingyang.

"Ling Clan?"

Young Master Ling Yang was stunned. The Ling clan is still famous among the Eight Desolates. There are several seven tribes in the clan. However, what are the Ling clans two supreme weapons?

Also, what is the relationship between the Ling clan and the Craft Sect? He would rather risk offending Lingyang Mountain than stand up and protect these two people?

He was really confused. How could a mere Ling clan have the courage to fight against Ling Yangshan?

"The old monster of the Ling clan is right! You have thought about it, you are against my Lingyang Mountain!"

Young Master Ling Yang lowered his face and said viciously.

"Why, do you still want to destroy my Ling clan Manchu?" Ling Zhanxu sneered, snorted at the Young Master Ling Yang, with a look of contempt, "You asked you to come and try to destroy my Ling clan!"

"you……"

Young Master Ling Yang's face turned red.

After all, it is an ancient clan. There is an ancient city left by his ancestors, and Lingyang Mountain cannot be destroyed.

"Hmph! It may not be possible to destroy your Ling clan, but your Ling clan will never step out of the ancient city in the future!" He said angrily, "One of your Ling clan members comes out, I will kill one of them. Let's see how long you can last!"

"Tsk tsk! I am worthy of being the son of the Emperor, I am domineering! Awesome! Awesome!"

At this time, a teasing voice sounded on the side of the crowd.

A figure in white furrowed out from there, walking and applauding.

The Young Master Lingyang looked at him and was stunned again.

Who is this guy?

Judging from this attitude, it was clearly here to go against him.

This is really strange. In the past, he revealed his identity, including the eight desolate tribes and major sects, and no one was scared to death and trembled. Some of them had to kneel down and beg him and lick him.

But now, everything has changed.

The people in all directions were laughing at him, and the old monster of the Ling clan and this person from unknown clan stood up one after another to fight him. This was something that I could not imagine before.

"The Lord of the Qin clan!" The visitor approached and Shi Shiran smiled, "Don't you want to destroy the Craft Sect and the Ling clan? Why not do this? I am one of the Qin clans, and you can destroy my Qin clan first!"

The Young Master Lingyang was a little confused when he heard this.

What's going on?

Are these people... all their heads sucked? He is the Young Master Ling Yang! His father is the Emperor Ling Yang, a real eight-tribulation powerhouse! Aren’t these people afraid?

Normally, when you hear his name, even if these forces have a deep relationship with the Creation Sect, shouldn’t they avoid them far away and clearly leave them out, why would they take the initiative to come up to attract hatred?

He couldn't understand at all.

The old man in black also opened his mouth slightly, his face full of confusion.

"No, no! Master Qin, how can you let your Qin clan come here like this? You should let my Zhao clan come here!"

"Hey! Don't fight, are you as powerful as my Jiang clan? Let me come, my Jiang clan, I haven't moved for a long time, so I just happened to try it with an emperor to see if my Jiang clan's formation is still powerful."

Then, people stood up one after another in the crowd and laughed and said with a genuine smile.

Young Master Ling Yang and the old man in black also changed from confusion to shock.

What's going on?

How could so many clans come forward? They are stabbing the hornet's nest?
Chapter completed!