Thunder fell all over the sky.

It's like a storm.

Hit the Yellow Sand Clan battle group.

Blow hot pits on the ground.

The remaining thunder power was even converted into hot plasma, and the entire earth became bumpy and hot air was rising.

However, even such a fierce attack could not hurt the Huangsha people at all!

They seem to no longer exist in this world.

Elder Sun was a little surprised.

Although I don’t know what tricks the Yellow Sand tribes below are doing.

But Lingjue told him that something is not good!

The Huangsha tribe's sacrifice technique has long disappeared for many years.

Even in classics, it is rarely mentioned.

Elder Sun felt something right instinctively, and his body flashed and a huge ball of thunder and fire shot out into the sky.

Send a signal to retreat!

The Holy Land of Tianzong is extremely disciplined.

The 100,000 disciples and elders outside the city immediately retreated when they saw the signal, without any hesitation to fight with love.

In the city, the lazy orange seat suddenly opened its eyes.

The divine light flowed in the eyes.

"Let them all return to defense!"

"This is the art of sacrifice in ancient yellow sand!"

"These Huangsha tribes have already made up their ambitions!"

With the knowledge of Orange Hall, you can naturally discover the mystery.

The ancient Huangsha sacrifice technique of the Huangsha tribe can even summon the arrival of the gods of the tribe through the number of sacrifices, the quality and the highest quality.

Although most of these million Huangsha tribes are at the level of martial arts, there are quite a lot of them, plus two chiefs and priests at the 25th level of the Dharma Realm.

It is enough to summon the will of the gods with the strength of the sixth level of the holy level and above!

After hearing what this senior cat said, Zong Qitian naturally did not dare to neglect it.

He quickly prepared to issue a command to shrink defense.

It just so happened that Elder Sun sent a signal of retreating again at this time.

Things have obviously changed some unknown things.

In less than a moment, all the children of the Tianzong Holy Land returned to the Tianzong City.

After the Qianyuan Yimu God Transformation Array was replenished with energy, it resumed its operation.

The light green formation slowly flowed, giving everyone a sufficient sense of security.

Elder Sun's long clothes are fluttering, and his fairy style is the sacred spirit.

After obtaining the Thunder Sword of the Sky.

He has become more and more imposing as a person who is so thunderous.

The power of thunder can be demonstrated in every move.

The strength is far superior to that of the same level practitioners.

One person beat the Eyeless Priest and the Skeleton Chief to no avail.

At this time, he also returned to the city.

The Qianyuan Yi Wood God Transformation Array is also a large formation left by the founding ancestor.

It is extremely powerful. As long as the energy supply is stable, it will not be broken even in a short while.

Elder Sun floated down from the sky. As soon as he was about to salute Zong Qitian, he saw the orange seat lying on the other side.

He knew that there was a mysterious Supreme Master in the Holy Land of Tianzong, and he knew the power of Orange.

The artifact of creation in his hand, Thunder of the Sky, was also rewarded by the great Supreme Master.

He quickly changed direction and bowed to the orange seat.

"Senior Cat, are you here?"

Okinawa stood up, walked forward a few steps, and nodded.

"Elder Sun doesn't have to be too polite. The Huangsha tribe used the ancient Huangsha sacrifice technique and summoned the will of a desert god to come."

“This process is irreversible.”

"Fortunately, the cultivation level of these Huangsha tribe members who sacrificed themselves is not too high."

"But even so, even if it is the weakest projection of will of the gods, it will be the strength of the sixth turn or above the holy level!"

"Everything is ready..."

After saying that, Orange Hall gradually faded and hid in the space.

Even the Orange Chair could not resist the phantom of the god at the sixth turn of the holy level!

However, with the talent of Orange and his understanding of the Tao of Time and Space, it is no problem to delay one or two.

When everyone present heard the words of Okinawa, they suddenly became a little panicked.

"What? The powerful man in the sixth turn of the holy level!"

"I'm afraid Tianzong City can't be saved anymore. Master, let's retreat!"

"It turns out that the ancient yellow sand sacrifice technique that only exists in the classics is actually true!"

"The sixth turn of the holy level?! Even if you gather the power of the entire sect, it is difficult to become an enemy!"

The elders around him immediately talked and were so panicked.

It's no wonder their reaction.

After the ancient times, all those who were able to become saint-level powerful people were those sons of terrifying fortunes.

In addition to strong cultivation talents, a large amount of luck resources are also needed to have the opportunity to allow a genius to grow into a saint-level strongman.

Even a false saint who has not been recognized by the Heavenly Dao is enough to beat countless second-saint-level powerful people.

Among the Supreme Elders present in the Holy Land of Tianzong, the highest cultivation level is the 26th level of the Dharma Realm, and the strongest one who deduces the future realm.

Even if the more than one million people in Tianzong City are added up, they can't even stop a breath from facing the powerful man at the sixth turn of the holy level.

Although the two brothers Zong Qitian and Zong Qiming were also nervous, they felt much more at ease when they thought of the ancestor and Orange Statue.

"What a panic!"

"Today, I will take this opportunity to announce a message to everyone!"

"Everyone should know that the ancestor who started the sect in my holy land of Tianzong was 100,000 years ago!"

As soon as Zong Qitian finished speaking, all the disciples except Elder Sun, Zong Ze and others held their breath.

In the holy land of Tianzong, all disciples who have joined the sect should visit Zong Shen’s portrait and listen to Zong Shen’s deeds.

Everyone's heart is implanted with the worship of Du Zongshen!

However, they all thought that this ancestor who founded the sect had long been dead for many years, otherwise they would not have ignored the holy land.

Now that the head of the sect suddenly announced this, they suddenly became expectant.

"Can't the leader of the sect fall...!"

An outer elder couldn't help but say.

Zong Qitian frowned.

The sound was like a bell, and he scolded sternly.

"The ancestor has a great cultivation level, so he will naturally not die for a few hundred thousand years. Insulting the ancestor, he will slap his mouth!"

The elder of the outer side quickly knelt down, not daring to refute, and began to slap himself one by one.

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

The scene was quiet, with only the slap echoing.

After taking a look, Zong Qitian continued to say.

"The ancestor retired for 100,000 years, and his strength is now comparable to that of a true god!"

"I'm going to come out of the mountain to protect the sect! Lead the holy land to the top!"
To be continued...