Chapter 3763: Surging

The ancestor Yingtian crossed the Tribulation three days later, and it was the Extreme Tribulation Supreme Tribulation. As soon as the news came out, the entire Mu Clan-controlled area began to boil.

Soon, a large number of monks came outside Yingtianzong's ancestral land. These were all monks near Yingtianzong. After receiving the news, many monks directly came to the outside of Yingtianzong's ancestral land through the teleportation array.

Suddenly, the ancestral land of Ying Tianzong was very lively outside.

An ancient city eight hundred miles away from the ancestral land of Yingtianzong was overwhelmed with people. Before the news came out, the streets of the ancient city were very deserted. After the news came out, the place where the teleportation array in the city was located was convenient for divine light to rush out, and people kept coming. , The teleportation array has never stopped.

The inns, teahouses, and streets in the ancient city are all people, and they are all monks with cultivation bases. There are even demons and barbarians on the streets.

Even some demon heads full of devilish energy appeared in Yingtian City swayingly.

"I heard that the ancestor Yingtian had reached the peak of quasi-supreme before ten thousand years, and now he is finally going to overcome the catastrophe?"

"The ancestor Yingtian seems to have been in seclusion for one thousand eight hundred years for the purpose of crossing the catastrophe.

"If you can succeed if you die, the ancestor Yingtian can be on par with the Mu people."

In Ying Tiancheng, countless cultivators were talking about the ancestors' crossing over. You must know that in the entire Ancestral Realm, no one has been able to make the ultimate leap for a long time.

The disciples of Ying Tianzong were naturally ecstatic. Their ancestors had crossed the Tribulation, and they were the Extreme Supreme Tribulation. If they could succeed, they might not need to be slaves of the Mu Clan.

The feeling of being a slave is uncomfortable. A little guy in the Mu clan can also bully the strong of other sects at will. This is a cruel world where the weak eat the strong.

The Mu Clan is powerful, and no one dares to provoke it. In the territory under the Mu Clan’s rule, there are more than a dozen affiliated forces like Ying Tianzong. The gathering of these forces is enough to make any second-rate force desperate.

The greatness of the Ancestral Mountain Range is unimaginable even for people in the Ancestral World. The Ancestral Mountain has a big secret, which is not a secret in the Ancestral World.

However, no one knows what the secret is, and maybe only those Extreme Extremes are qualified to know it.

"Ying Tiandujie, a sensation!"

In a teahouse next to Ying Tiancheng's main street, a young man with purple hair sitting by the window watched the people coming and going on the street with a faint smile on his mouth.

"Master, even if Lao Ying Tian succeeded in crossing the Tribulation, he would still be your slave." An old servant in Tsing Yi standing behind the Zifa Youth bowed his head and said carefully.

"You are right, haha, let's give Ying Tian a big surprise!" The purple-haired youth said with a big smile.

"This should be shock!"

The old servant of Tsing Yi echoed the road.

"What are you two talking about, dare to despise my family master!"

At this moment, a big man at the next table slammed the table and stood up, glaring at the purple-haired youth.

"Hey, isn't this guy Tieman, the big disciple of City Lord Yingtian?"

Someone recognized the strong man.

"These two guys don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and they dare to criticize the Sect Master Ying Tianzong behind their backs. They seem to be out of luck."

Someone whispered.

"Lao Tzu can hear your words clearly. You actually want my master to be your slave? This is really unreasonable!"

The big man like the iron tower said, he strode towards the purple-haired youth and stretched out his big hand to grab the purple-haired youth's shoulder.

"presumptuous!"

The Tsing Yi old servant standing behind the purple-haired youth just waved his hand, and Tie Man flew out, smashed through the wall, and fell outside the teahouse.

"This……"

All the monks in the teahouse were stunned when they saw this.

The purple-haired young man was still sipping tea leisurely, without looking at Tie Man from beginning to end.

"You wait, don't leave if there is a kind!"

Tieman's voice came in from outside the teahouse.

"Huh! Little ants dare to be presumptuous in front of my master, Master, let me deal with this guy!" The old servant of Tsing Yi walked out from behind the young man with purple hair and said respectfully to the young man with purple hair.

"Forget it!"

The purple-haired youth shook his head.

"Huh! This guy is dead!"

The old servant of Tsing Yi retreated.

"Guest, this..."

Only then did the shopkeeper of the teahouse recover from the shock and rushed over.

The old servant of Tsing Yi directly took out a fist-sized spar from his sleeve and threw it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper quickly caught the spar, looked down, smiled suddenly, and then walked away.

"That is……"

"The best fairy crystal?"

When the surrounding monks saw the spar in the hands of the shopkeeper, they were all jealous. It was a superb fairy crystal, it was still such a big piece, even if the teahouse was demolished, it would be enough to compensate.

The master and servant did not leave, and they seemed to have no fear of the threat of iron man.

Soon, a powerful immortal aura emerged from the depths of Yingtian City.

"bad!"

Sensing the mighty atmosphere of the immortal Dao, all the cultivators on the teahouse suddenly changed their complexions, and they wiped the soles of their feet with oil, and they all slipped away.

In just a moment, only the young man with purple hair and the old servant of Tsing Yi were left in the whole teahouse, and even the fat shopkeeper in the teahouse didn't know where he went.

The purple-clothed youth still had a calm face, but the old servant in Tsing Yi behind him frowned.

"Huh!"

At this moment, a group of fairy lights rushed in from the outside of the teahouse, the fairy lights dissipated, and five people appeared, one of whom was Tieman, the big disciple of City Lord Yingtian who was waved away by the old servant of Tsing Yi.

When the old servant of Tsing Yi looked at it, he saw that these five people were the first one, and he was an old man with a fairy style.

"Uncle Master, it is these two people who dare to criticize the Sect Master secretly."

Tie Man pointed to the young man with purple hair and the old servant of Tsing Yi and said with sorrow.

"Dare to criticize the lord, you **** it!"

The old man said awe-inspiringly, and then waved his hand, an immortal blade flew out of his sleeves immediately, strangling towards the young man with purple hair and the old servant in Qingyi.

"presumptuous!"

The old servant of Tsing Yi walked out from behind the young man with purple hair, and saw that he stretched out his right hand, and suddenly caught the immortal blade that had strangled him.

I saw that fairy blade was struggling in his hands like a spirit snake.

"you……"

The old man was surprised when he saw this.

"This……"

The Tieman and the others behind the old man were about to fall to the ground with their eyeballs. Their uncle was a holy king, and he was at the peak of the holy king, only half a step away from becoming the holy king.

The Taoist artifact sacrificed by Master Uncle was naturally the Holy King's Taoist weapon. This old servant in Tsing Yi, who seemed to be too ordinary, even grabbed the Holy King's Taoist weapon with his bare hands.

Doesn't this mean that the body of the old servant of Tsing Yi is stronger than the holy royal implement?

"You don't even know who you provoke!"

The old servant of Tsing Yi sneered at these people in front of him, a powerful wave of power erupted from him, and the whole teahouse shook.