Soon, all the heads and patriarchs received Song Zidao's invitation letter, and they all looked shocked.

The heads of the Kongtong School, Shaolin Temple, Emei School, Kunlun School, Huashan School, and some Chinese martial arts families are all curious about this, envious and jealous.

At the same time, prepare congratulatory gifts and set off at any time with a few important disciples to watch the ceremony.

And Huaxia officials sent the Seventh Elder, Sun Anguo and several members of the mysterious group.

Soon, noon was approaching, and important figures from all parties had also arrived.

Wudang Mountain had long been surrounded by people who came from all directions to see Zhang Sanfeng, and there was a sea of ​​people everywhere.

And Huaxia officials also sent troops to maintain order, otherwise such a huge crowd would easily lead to accidents.

All forces gathered on Wudang Mountain.

In the courtyard, Song Zidao and his disciples stood respectfully, while the representatives of various forces in the back stared at the surroundings without blinking their eyes.

Just arrived at noon!

Suddenly, a group of palaces suddenly appeared above the main hall.

People were shocked and looked up.

"Appeared, appeared!"

The crowd outside was crowded, and they all pushed forward, wanting to see this scene at a closer distance, which made the soldiers who maintained order miserable.

"Dangdang..."

A crisp, melodious bell sounded, sweeping the entire Wudang Mountain like ripples.

Those crowded crowds suddenly stopped, and all of them closed their eyes peacefully, as if they were in a dream.

"Well, it is worthy of a requiem clock worth five thousand times. This effect is good, and it is the reward for you to provide me with creation points!"

Jiang Chen looked at the sleeping audience one by one. The requiem bell that he spent [-] creation points to create had the effect of purifying the soul.

Whether a person's soul is strong or not indicates the level of a person's understanding.

It is a costless business to exchange the creative points they cannot use for an opportunity to increase their understanding.

After the bell rang, many figures appeared in the shadows of the palaces in the sky.

They looked respectful and stared expectantly at the white-bearded old Taoist priest and the seven people behind the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist held some strange materials in his hands, as if they were arranging them in a trajectory they couldn't understand.

Anyone who studies the formation will find that it is very similar to the legendary four-element formation.

Soon, after he finished placing, a burst of colorful brilliance appeared around him.

And the seven behind him began to stand in a certain order. After they circulated their true energy, the aura of the seven suddenly became one.

Suddenly a phantom of a huge turtle-snake composition appeared around them, surrounding the seven of them.

"Here, is this the long-lost Zhenwu Qiqi Formation?"

Elder Xu is a veteran elder of Wudang, he knew some secrets, and immediately shouted!

And the old Taoist was really on top of the turtle-snake composition, and suddenly a sword appeared in his hand.

At this time, his face was extremely serious, he looked ahead, and slashed out with a sword.

"Roar~!"

A huge sword light shot straight out, and at the same time, a roar like thunder exploded from the mouth of Xuanwu under his feet.

A khaki light immediately blessed the sword light.

The lightsaber suddenly turned khaki, and it went straight to the space in front of it.

"Is this momentum big enough? It must be able to shock everyone, right?"

Jiang Chen observed with some trepidation.

In fact, I have created a lot of time, and people's nerves are getting thicker and thicker, so it's not easy to fool!

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