Saint Ancestor of Void Extreme

At this moment, everyone looked forward.

I saw the crowd behind them spreading out like waves, and countless surprised eyes focused on one point. Before everyone saw the figure, they could feel a powerful aura slowly approaching.

"It's him?"

"Didn't he die a thousand years ago?"

"I didn't expect that he was still alive?"

Waves of exclamations came, completely arousing Bai Jing's curiosity.

She quickly looked back and saw a black flame that could swallow everything, slowly coming from behind. This aura is like a demon, and every being who faces this aura has the feeling of being in front of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"who is he?"

Bai Jing was stunned.

The person who came was an old man with a haggard face, as if he was in his final years. Every step was taken in the void. Although there was no sound of footsteps, there was an illusion that an ancient ferocious beast was coming, making his heart tremble with the steps.

Especially the rosary beads in the opponent's hand, which are actually made of skeletons. Each one is shining freely and dancing with light.

"He is Shen Zhou of the Demon Sect. He has reached the status of a Seventh Realm Grandmaster a thousand years ago. However, he has not appeared for a thousand years, and everyone in the world has said that he has fallen." The old man of the Demon Sect on the side showed admiration.

For the Demon Sect, Shen Zhou's status a thousand years ago was no less than that of Chu Jingtian today.

"Is he also here to see the Kowloon Pengtian Mountain?"

Many people secretly speculated.

Some righteous warriors looked at Shen Zhou with fearful eyes.

Although this existence has not appeared for thousands of years, no matter which time it appears, it will cause a bloody storm.

Under the fearful and awed gazes of countless people, Shen Zhou walked to the front of everyone as if there was no one around, and then sat down cross-legged.

"I didn't expect him to come too!"

"yes!"

"He is worthy of being the most powerful person in the Demon Sect a thousand years ago. Although he is only a Seventh Realm Grandmaster, his momentum is comparable to that of the one who was once the number one on the list of immortals and demons!"

"Grandpa, is he very powerful?" Bai Jing couldn't help but asked in a low voice while listening to the chatter around her. "How does it compare with our Supreme Sect?"

The old man smiled bitterly when he heard this, shook his head and sighed: "How can our Supreme Sect compare with this old monster? Thousands of years ago, one person could destroy an entire sect."

"ah!"

Bai Jing's expression changed slightly.

"Even Shen Zhou is here..." The old man shook his head secretly, "I wonder how many unparalleled old monsters will be exposed by this news!"

As soon as my thoughts came to my mind, I saw the singing of Buddhist songs in front of me.

Everyone looked around quickly and saw a Buddha's light surging, and a monk with his feet on the lotus platform came slowly.

"This is the 'white-robed monk' from the Lotus Vajra Temple. Hasn't he already fallen? Why is he here?"

The eyes of countless people were about to pop out.

These are all existences that have been extinct for thousands of years. Because they have not appeared for so long, many people think that they have died or died.

But he didn't expect that these people would all appear together.

Bai Jing's eyes widened as she looked at the white-robed monk, feeling extremely shocked. Although she didn't know the status of this white-robed monk, she could guess from everyone's expressions that he was probably not inferior to Shen Zhou.

Sure enough, the white-robed monk walked to Shen Zhou and sat down.

Everyone sighed.

This kind of scene of Buddha and demon sitting together, if it were not for the Nine Dragons Holding Heavenly Mountain, I would probably never see it again in this life.

"Donor Shen, are you here to cause trouble today?" The white-robed monk sat down and laughed.

"Hmph, I don't think I'll live long if I make trouble in front of that being." Shen Zhou snorted coldly, "I haven't made a breakthrough in more than a thousand years. I came here today just to see how he moved this Nine Dragons Pocket. Tianshan. If you can gain enlightenment from it, you might be able to touch the threshold of entering the Eighth Realm."

"Yeah?"

The white-robed monk clasped his hands together and smiled without saying a word.

Before everyone could calm down,

There was another commotion in the crowd. Countless people looked forward and couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamation.

"The Blood Knife King, Duanjiangliu..."

There are dozens of them in total, each of them, like Shen Zhou and the white-robed monk, has been renowned as a powerful person in the world of immortal martial arts thousands of years ago.

These beings, like Shen Zhou, walked in front of everyone and sat down cross-legged.

During this process, no one spoke.

Countless times, Bai Jing wanted to ask, but was stopped by the eyes of the grandfather beside her. With doubts in her heart, she realized that with the appearance of these people, the atmosphere around her became obviously much more depressing.

It was like Mount Tai suddenly pressed down on his head, and many strong men around him subconsciously became cautious.

People who were originally glaring impatiently saw these beings who were stronger than themselves in terms of reputation, status, and strength in all aspects, sitting there peacefully without saying a word. For a moment, they could only calm down and wait.

Time passed gradually.

When the first sun in the distance had completely appeared from the horizon, Bai Jing felt extremely anxious.

Suddenly, the white-robed monk sitting at the front suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

"This is?"

Just when Bai Jing was confused, Shen Zhou and others also stood up at this moment.

She quickly looked at her grandfather, and saw the other man's face solemn and said:

"coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise in the distance.

That existence has arrived!

At this moment, everyone stood up subconsciously.

Bai Jing also stood up. She wanted to see who this person who could affect the entire world of immortal martial arts was. I saw a large group of people approaching quickly.

These people were all high-level officials of the Dao Immortal Sect, including the sect leader Fu Hongtian, the first elder Bai Yuhua, the second elder Li Mu... To Bai Jing's surprise, the person walking at the front of the crowd was a young man in black clothes and silver hair.

The silver-haired young man had his hands behind his back, his expression was calm in this gathering of powerful people, and his eyes were as deep as the stars. In this way, the high-level officials of the Dao Immortal Sect gathered together. They were not surprised at all that they became the focus of the scene. On the contrary, they were used to it.

"who is he?"

A trace of doubt arose in Bai Jing's heart, and she quickly looked at her grandfather subconsciously.

But she saw her extremely respected grandfather looking at him at this moment, with fear, shock, admiration, yearning, and deep awe in his eyes... At this moment, Bai Jing suddenly came back to her senses.

This young man was clearly the one everyone was waiting for.

He is clearly Chu Jingtian!

Under the spotlight, the group made their way through the crowd.

Fu Hongtian and others stopped in front and stood together with Shen Zhou and the white-robed monk. Only Chu Jingtian was still walking forward until he reached the layer of fog. Under the expectant eyes of countless people, he waved his right hand.

Suddenly, the fog shrouding the outside of Jiulong Pengtian Mountain suddenly dissipated.

Jiulong Pengtian Mountain, which had affected the entire Xianwu world, finally showed its true appearance at this moment.