Mythical Family: My family is 100 million points strong

Pingyu Jia Yi Tiannei, Qincheng.

Lin Mu, whose alias was Li Taibai, together with Lin Yun and Zhao Zixi, spent fourteen days arriving at the gate of Qincheng.

There are more people in Qincheng than before.

There were hundreds of Qin family members standing on the walls and gates of Qin City at a glance.

"It's so lively."

Lin Yun liked the excitement. When she saw so many people, her eyes sparkled and she wanted to walk in immediately.

Speaking of which, the last time I entered Qin City, I didn't have time to appreciate everything about this city because of Gongsun Mu.

When I came to Qincheng again, I had to observe it carefully.

"Que Ling, the southern emperor of the Yunhai Immortal Sect, summoned all the Taoist cultivators who educated Jia Yitian to come to the Qin family. It is normal for there to be many people."

"There are all major forces among them, and there are also many people who are hiding in Pingyu Jia Yitian to practice."

As soon as Zhao Zixi finished speaking, a sedan chair flew across the sky, surrounded by four pretty women holding the sedan chair with one hand.

As I walked, countless petals fell down.

Behind the sedan chair, there were two rows of people, one row of ten cultivators, each of whom was at the pinnacle of the extraordinary realm.

The realm of those four women carrying sedan chairs is unfathomable, and most practitioners cannot see through it.

Lin Mu had the eye for mountains and rivers and could see through the cultivation of these people at a glance.

There were two people in the sedan, one old and one young. The cultivation of the four women had reached the peak of immortality.

As for the old man and the young man, the strength shown on the surface is half a step of godhood. But Lin Mu believes that their strength is definitely more than this.

"Who is this?"

Lin Mu had become somewhat familiar with Pingyu Jia Yitian's power over the years, but he had never heard of a power with such strength.

"It's the Flower Clan. It used to be a force that relied on Yaohu Tianchi. I didn't expect that it would come out this time."

When Zhao Zixi saw this style, he immediately understood.

She had only been practicing for a thousand years and had not witnessed the fall of Yaohu Tianchi, let alone the Flower Clan that was hidden later. But some of the styles of the Hua Clan were still found in the records of the Buddha Sect, so she knew them better.

"Flower Clan?"

Lin Mu frowned, moved his lips slightly, and read it again.

Within the thirty-three realms, there are tens of thousands of races alone. The Flower Clan is not powerful in the ranking of race strength, but it is quite special.

Just because it is the only race that still controls the affiliated forces of Yaohu Tianchi after the decline of Yaohu Tianchi.

"Yes, this time Que Ling will take the lead and summon all the monks to discuss matters regarding the Immortal Sect's secret realm. I'm afraid it won't be that simple."

"I remember that the Flower Clan, after the decline of Yaohu Tianchi, went to other worlds to survive."

"Now that I'm here again, is it really just to win a spot?"

Zhao Zixi's words caused Lin Mu's forehead to wrinkle into the character "Sichuan".

But he soon felt relieved. The more chaotic this would be, the more opportunities he would have to profit from the chaos.

This is a good time to fight for opportunities for the Lin family.

Just when he was thinking wildly, an unprecedented pressure came from the sky above Qincheng. The clouds in the originally clear sky turned into a deep blue black at this moment, with little lights shining in it.

This aura and the way he appeared immediately calmed Qin Cheng and the people in the Qin family's Qifeng.

The southern emperor Que Ling, who was sitting above the main hall of Cang Qiong Peak, the main peak of the Qin family's seven peaks, looked a little solemn when he saw this aura that blocked the sky and the sun, even for his cultivation level.

"Why did you even summon these bastards?"

The secret realm of Xianmen, where Pingyu Jia Yitian lived, has never been so lively.

Standing in front of Qin City Gate, Lin Mu, like most people, looked at the sky with confusion, not understanding what was happening.

When a hundred people lined up neatly walked out of the azure galaxy clouds, an old monk who had lived for tens of thousands of years immediately exclaimed.

"They are from the Xingkong Clan. Oh my God, why are they back here?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place exploded.

The Xingkong Clan, as a once extremely famous race in the Thirty-three Realms Heaven, was so scornful that even the power of the Three Pure Heavens had to be feared.

It can be said that their existence can even suppress any of the three top immortal sects.

Such a hegemon-level force suddenly arrived. No wonder the southern emperor Que Ling looked very dignified.

"The Starry Sky Clan, what race is that?"

Lin Mu didn't know this and asked doubtfully.

This caused Zhao Zixi to roll his eyes.