A hundredfold return: creating an Eternal Family

However, the joy of victory had not yet fully emerged, and it was interrupted by a sudden crisis.

"How dare you!"

A cold shout exploded like thunder in the sky above the battlefield, and a crack in the void suddenly appeared, from which burst out a phantom of sword intent carrying a trace of holy power, heading straight for Nangong Shang.

Nangong Shang looked solemn, and dodged the fatal blow with a sideways move, but the phantom of sword intent directly flattened the mountains behind him, showing the unfathomable power of the attacker.

Then, a middle-aged man in a black robe stepped out of the crack in the void. His arrival seemed to make the atmosphere of the entire battlefield heavier.

The man who came was the patriarch of the Jiang clan of this generation, Jiang Wentianyi. His eyes flashed with majesty and domineering, and he was obviously a strong man who should not be underestimated.

"Nangong Shang, as the Holy Lord of the Tianyu Holy Land, you actually attacked the elders of my Jiang clan. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?!"

Jiang Wentian said to Nangong Shang with disdain, his voice full of disdain and anger. Nangong Shang's face remained unchanged, and he responded lightly; "Well, it was you, the Jiang clan, who were shameless first, why do you have to confuse right and wrong!"

"Look at the sword, the Tianyu Divine Sword Technique, feathering all living things!"

Nangong Shang shouted loudly, and the Tianyan Holy Sword in his hand slashed out fiercely, and countless blazing true flame feathers spread their wings like a phoenix, killing Jiang Wentian.

At this moment, Nangong Shang had to go all out, he knew that there was a big gap between his strength and Jiang Wentian.

After all, he had just returned to the peak of the Void Realm, and Jiang Wentian was a half-step quasi-saint, and he was only a hair's breadth away from entering the quasi-saint realm.

"Hmph, you want to be my opponent with this little strength, it's not enough."

Jiang Wentian sneered, his palm tightly grasped the Heaven-Slaying Holy Sword, and with a wave of his hand, a force carrying a ninth-grade holy weapon and a trace of holy power rushed towards Nangong Shang's fire feather.

At the moment of collision, countless true flames and fire feathers were annihilated in that trace of holy power.

Nangong Shang was repelled dozens of meters by that trace of holy power. The fourth-grade holy weapon, the Heavenly Flame Holy Sword in his hand, was shaking violently. Nangong Shang hurriedly put his hands behind his back to cover up his embarrassment.

"Then we will be your opponents"

Suddenly, seven space cracks appeared, and seven old men walked out of them, each of whom exuded the aura and pressure of the quasi-saint realm. These seven people are the seven supreme elders of Tianyu Holy Land, and they are in order;

The seventh supreme elder Wu Fuzi is at the early stage of the quasi-saint realm, the sixth supreme elder Tianyazi is at the early stage of the quasi-saint realm, the fifth supreme elder Tianyizi, the fourth supreme elder Yu Shangzun is at the middle stage of the quasi-saint realm, the third supreme elder Tiangang Shangzun is at the late stage of the quasi-saint realm, the second supreme elder Putizi is at the peak of the quasi-saint realm, and the first supreme elder Kongde Shangzun is at the peak of the quasi-saint realm.

"Jiang Wentian, you are going too far!"

Master Wu glared at him, his steps were steady, and every step seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth. "

Today, our Tianyu Holy Land will make your Jiang clan pay the price!"

Tianyazi's voice was like thunder, and a vast starry sky appeared behind him, and the light of the stars flowed around him.

Tianyizi, Yushangzun, Tiangangshangzun, Putizi, and Kongdeshangzun also released their own powerful auras. Their eyes were full of determination and determination, obviously to protect Tianyu Holy Land to the end.

Jiang Wentian frowned slightly in the face of this sudden powerful lineup, but then regained his composure. He knew that this battle had just begun.

"Humph, is your Tianyu Holy Land the only one who can mobilize people!"

"Please help me, elders!"

Jiang Wentian was not panicked when he faced the siege of the seven supreme elders of Tianyu Holy Land. He shouted at the void.

Then, eight void cracks appeared, and eight old men with golden Jiang characters embroidered on their clothes walked out of the cracks.

The appearance of each old man was accompanied by a powerful quasi-saint aura. They confronted the seven supreme elders of Tianyu Holy Land. These eight people are the eight great elders of the Jiang clan. They are: the eighth elder Jiang Xudong, with the strength of the early stage of the quasi-saint realm, his eyes are shining with wisdom; the seventh elder Jiang Yang, with the strength of the early stage of the quasi-saint realm, his posture is upright, like a sharp sword out of the sheath; the sixth elder Jiang Long, with the strength of the middle stage of the quasi-saint realm, his aura is like a dragon in the abyss, unfathomable; the fifth elder Jiang Qingming, with the strength of the middle stage of the quasi-saint realm, he waved his palm lightly, and there was wind and thunder; the fourth elder Jiang Ye, with the strength of the late stage of the quasi-saint realm, his figure was looming in the night, elusive; the third elder Jiang Fan, with the strength of the peak of the quasi-saint realm, his eyes were like torches, penetrating the void; the second elder Jiang Taizong, with the strength of the peak of the quasi-saint realm, his voice was like a huge bell, shaking the world; the first elder Jiang Zhandao, with the strength of the peak of the quasi-saint realm, his steps were firm, and every step seemed to be able to shake the mountains and rivers.

"Jiang Wentian, you are indeed well prepared."

Tianyu Holy LandThe first supreme elder, Kong De Shangzun, had a solemn look in his eyes. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from the eight elders opposite him.

"The Jiang Clan is never afraid of any challenge."

Jiang Wentian responded calmly, his eyes were firm, and the eight elders behind him gave him enough confidence.

"Then let's see who can laugh last today!"

Master Wu shouted, and the atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became extremely tense, and the battle was about to break out.

Master Wu's voice was like a war drum, shaking the hearts of every disciple of Tianyu Holy Land and Jiang Clan.

The flame of battle was ignited at this moment, and the strong men on both sides released their momentum, preparing for a life-and-death contest.

"Today, let the Jiang Clan and Tianyu Holy Land fight to determine who is better!"

Jiang Wentian waved his hand, and the light on the ninth-grade holy weapon, the Heaven-Slaying Holy Sword, became more blazing, and the eight elders behind him also activated their skills, and the powerful aura was overwhelming.

Kong De Shangzun looked solemn, he knew that this battle was of great importance and must not be lost.

He turned to the other six supreme elders and said;

"Everyone, we must go all out to protect the glory of Tianyu Holy Land!"

"Shangzun Kongde, we swear to protect the holy land!"

Tianyazi and others responded in unison, and the aura they exuded became more fierce, as if they were going to tear the sky apart.

Just as the two sides were about to clash, a melodious bell suddenly sounded in the distant sky, and then, a group of figures flew from the sky, each of them exuding a powerful aura.

"Jiang Wentian, your Jiang clan is indeed worthy of its reputation, and you can invite so many powerful people." A deep voice sounded, and the person who came was Nangong Shang, the Holy Lord of Tianyu Holy Land. His figure was like a phantom, and he instantly appeared in the center of the battlefield.