The disaster of Zizaizong came faster than Zheng Daonan expected.

In less than an hour, the Zizai Sect had already undergone earth-shaking changes.

Luck dissipates and doom comes.

Dark clouds overhead the sky, and thunder rolls.

The mountains shook within a radius of a hundred miles, and the aura was exhausted, like the end of the world.

This sudden change made everyone in the sect endanger themselves and fled in a hurry.

"Little Sect Master, let's hurry up and leave here with the disciples, and if we keep the incense inheritance, we will have a chance to come back and rebuild the sect in the future."

In front of the main hall of the sect, Zhuang Biqiao looked at the thunder that would split down at any time on the sky, and hugged the folding fan in his arms tightly.

"No, Master Zun handed over the sect to me, I must not let it be destroyed in my hands, and we still have the ancestor, there will definitely be a way when the ancestor comes back."

"Sect Master ......"

Tian Heng knelt on the ground anxiously, although Zhuang Biqiao's eyes were full of fear, his attitude was extremely resolute.

"Hurry up and get the Sect Master out of here."

Seeing that Zhuang Biqiao insisted on not leaving, the Great Elder Tian Heng decided to forcibly take people.

He was just about to step forward when a deafening roar suddenly sounded above the sky.

The next moment, purple qi flashed in the dark clouds, and a purple thunderbolt as thick as the mouth of the cylinder slashed down towards the Zizai Sect below.

The terrifying power from the power of heaven and earth made everyone in the Freedom Sect despair.

"Could it be that the heavens are going to destroy my own free sect?"

At this moment, the folding fan that was held in Zhuang Biqiao's arms suddenly trembled, and then turned into a blue light and rose into the sky.

At the moment when the folding fan was spread out, it directly transformed into hundreds of zhang, blocking the purple thunder.

In an instant, the thunder turned into an electric snake and exploded in all directions.

Seeing this scene, Tian Heng and the others were shocked.

"This fan of the ancestor can actually resist the thunder!"

Zhuang Biqiao was the first to react, and hurriedly looked around for Zheng Daonan's traces, and finally found the gray-white figure with the ice blue sword under the thunderous rolling sky.

"It's the ancestor, it's the ancestor who is back!" Zhuang Biqiao pointed to the figure, and her eyes were red with excitement.

Zheng Daonan, who hurried back, secretly said lucky, and then looked at the purple qi hidden in the dark clouds, and he already knew it in his heart.

"Fortunately, I came back in time, this should be the only immortal source purple qi left in that immortal vein."

"If this purple qi is sealed, maybe the Qi luck that has dissipated in the Freedom Sect will have a chance to be saved."

When Zheng Daonan was thinking in his heart, the wisps of purple qi in the dark clouds suddenly churned more violently, as if he had discovered a thief who made him extremely angry.

Bang!

The sky trembled, lightning and thundered, and the dark clouds in the sky with the power of thunder like a dragon roared towards Zheng Daonan.

The violent energy set off by the thundercloud made Zheng Daonan's robe hunting, and his long hair danced like a mad demon, and the disciples of the sect below exclaimed in surprise.

The white light flashed, and the Qingxin Ice Jade Fan was grasped by Zheng Daonan, and he spread it out.

The next moment, the wind fanned by the folding fan was like a sharp sword, and the thunder that slashed over instantly pierced, and suddenly exploded together with the galloping thunderclouds, revealing the purple qi hidden in the dark clouds.

"The younger disciples are disrespectful today, and they are going to disturb the Patriarch."

Zheng Daonan's voice fell and stretched out his hand, and on the Lingxin Mountain behind the Sect, the tomb of the founding patriarch Li Xiaoyao suddenly exploded, and a colorful glass light immediately rose to the sky and went straight to the sky.

Xianyuan Purple Qi seemed to sense the coming crisis and wanted to escape, but it was firmly restrained by the flying colorful gourd, and finally it was all absorbed in the violent churning.

The disciples below who watched this scene each widened their eyes.

Zhuang Biqiao exclaimed: "Oh my God, my Freedom Sect actually has this kind of magic weapon? ”

Tian Heng rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and knelt on the ground with an excited expression: "This is the Qiankun magic weapon 'Creation Wine Gourd' of Li Xiaoyao, the ancestor of my sect, and the unfilial disciple Tian Heng of the younger generations bows to the patriarch......"

Above the firmament, the Creation Gourd that had absorbed the Immortal Source Purple Qi was trembling violently, and with a crisp click, a crack was cracked on the gourd.

Zheng Daonan's eyelids jumped sharply, and when he saw that the Creation Gourd had finally succeeded in sealing the wisp of purple qi, he showed a satisfied smile.

"Thanks to the patriarch Fuyin, the grace of cultivation should be repaid by the spring, but it is really my sin that the sect has been pitted so far, the patriarch witnesses today, I Zheng Daonan will fight hard to restore the former prosperity of the sect, and this 9,000-year-old kindness will be in vain."

Zheng Daonan swept the wine gourd in his hand and fell towards the sect below.

Without the influence of the Immortal Source Purple Qi, the dark clouds on the sky began to gradually dissipate.

The disciples of the sect who knew that they had escaped the catastrophe cheered and boiled.

For these sect disciples, the Freedom Sect has long been sunset, and it is no longer as grand as it once was.

Today, Zheng Daonan's efforts to turn the tide completely ignited their long-suppressed emotions.

"Zhuang Biqiao, the 436th generation sect leader of the Zizai Sect, led the disciples of the whole sect to meet the ancestor."

Looking at the more than twenty sect disciples on the ground, all of whom looked excited, Zheng Daonan shook his head, and finally his eyes fell on Zhuang Biqiao's body.

"You've only just been in office?"

Zhuang Biqiao was a little nervous and said, "Yes, disciple Zhuang Biqiao visited the ancestor." ”

Zheng Daonan chuckled: "Don't be nervous, I think my ancestor was your age when he went up the mountain, and now it has been more than nine thousand years!" ”

Zheng Daonan sighed in his heart, stepped forward and reached out to caress the top of Zhuang Biqiao's head.

Zhuang Biqiao stiffened, and felt a stream of pure spiritual power suddenly pour into her body.

This spiritual power was extremely turbulent and domineering, and the aura on Zhuang Biqiao's body began to skyrocket rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the peak of foundation building from the middle stage of foundation building.

Am I being empowered by my ancestors? Such a pure spiritual power, the ancestor is actually an innate spirit body!

"Don't be distracted, hold your breath and concentrate on breaking the mirror."

"Yes!"

Under the stunned and envious gaze of the disciples, a moment later, a golden light suddenly rose from Zhuang Biqiao's body.

The foundation is complete, the universe is vast, and Jin Dancheng is complete!