My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

As Jiang Daoxuan's voice fell.

Wang Yiyun was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Senior Tongtian, you are so free and easy."

"Your wish may seem simple, but it is more difficult to achieve than for those of us who are full of ambition."

Lan Ting couldn't help but interrupt, his voice low, "Yes, it's not easy to achieve peace and less conflict in the world."

“But if it could really come true, how wonderful it would be.”

Han Mingzi nodded slightly, his eyes showing deep thought: "Everyone has their own expectations."

"Some seek supreme power, some crave eternal fame, and some just want to protect the warmth in their hearts."

"No matter what, if we can unite everyone's strength, the road ahead may not be hopeless."

Jiang Daoxuan's eyes were far-reaching, and he said softly: "The world is full of troubles, but it is ultimately your own choice. Even if it is difficult, you have to do it."

Before he finished speaking, Han Mingzi's expression changed and he turned to look into the distance.

Everyone noticed something was wrong and stopped.

In the distant sky, thick smoke billowed, and the sound of clashing weapons and shrill screams could be faintly heard.

Wang Yiyun's smile froze, Lan Ting growled, his whole body tense.

Han Mingzi's expression was solemn: "It seems that the idle chat is over for now, there are foreign demons causing trouble ahead."

Jiang Daoxuan's eyes flashed, and his voice was cold: "Let's go and save them."

After saying that, his figure turned into a stream of light and rushed forward.

Han Mingzi and Wang Yiyun followed closely behind.

Several people rushed over and saw a scene covered in thick smoke.

The once prosperous city has now turned into purgatory.

The fire shone, black smoke covered the sky, buildings collapsed, and the streets were littered with charred corpses and broken tiles.

The foreign demons swept in like a raging tide, slaughtering without mercy.

The monks defending the city were all covered in wounds, but they fought to the death with gritted teeth.

They knew that their own strength was limited, but they still charged to the front line to protect their homes and people behind them.

At this time, a young monk fell down, his chest torn by the sharp claws of the demon.

Even as blood gushed out, he still gripped the sword tightly and swung it at the enemy with all his remaining strength.

This scene made the surrounding companions roar in anger.

They gritted their teeth and used their flesh and blood to block the demons' offensive, determined to die together with the enemy.

At the end of the street, people supported each other as they fled.

Some elderly people and young men held their weapons tightly and fought back desperately.

The old man raised his spear tremblingly and faced the demon's attack without retreating at all.

The mother hid behind a broken wall, protecting her child, with despair and indomitable spirit in her eyes.

Just as the city was about to fall, a loud shout suddenly came from the sky: "Suppress!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking the entire Wanquan City.

Han Mingzi stood in mid-air, surrounded by the brilliance of literature and Taoism, and waved a golden word "Zhen" in his hand.

The golden light was like a mountain, instantly killing a demon saint king and shocking everyone in the surroundings!

The foreign army was in an uproar, and terrifying demonic energy rose into the sky.

A demon king at the second level of the Great Saint Realm roared and slapped Han Mingzi with his palm.

The power of destruction enveloped the heaven and earth, but Han Mingzi was not afraid at all. He rolled up his sleeves, and the power of literature and Taoism turned into layers of barriers to meet the devil's palm, and light exploded!

"It's the Prime Minister!"

The lord of Tiancheng, an elderly general, suddenly had tears in his eyes and shouted excitedly, "With the Prime Minister here, Wanquan City will be able to be defended!"

The foreign army before him was too powerful. Even he, with the blessing of national fortune and barely possessing the fighting power of a great sage, was almost killed.

And now, Han Mingzi, who is also able to mobilize the power of national destiny, has appeared.

Even if the opponent has only the ninth level of Saint King cultivation, but with the blessing of national destiny, his combat power is also at the Great Sage level!

With the other party here, there is hope of defending Wanquan City this time!

In an instant, the morale of the whole city was boosted!

The monks defending the city ignited hope, gritted their teeth and charged forward again to fight with the demons.

In the air, more powerful demons appeared, with sinister eyes and murderous intent!

"Han Mingzi, you've ruined my plan!"

With roars, the two demon kings attacked together.

Han Mingzi's aura trembled, and the power of literature and Taoism in his hand condensed into a shield, blocking the shocking attack.

The light and demonic energy collided, causing heaven and earth to tremble!

At this time, in order to distract Han Mingzi, he revealed his flaws.

A demon general who possessed the ninth level of Saint King cultivation and specialized in the laws of wind sneered, transformed into a black shadow and shuttled out, heading straight for the people in the city.

The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch, leaving only a cold murderous intent in the air.

"Stop him!" The Lord of Wanquan City roared, trying to gather the remaining strength to stop him.

But his body was covered with wounds and his movements were slow. In an instant, blood gushed out again, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Seeing that the demon general was about to break through the defense line, the Lord of Wanquan City felt his heart sink to the bottom, his face full of pain and powerlessness.

"Is it really impossible to hold on?"

He muttered to himself, feeling unwilling.

But just as the demon general was grinning and preparing to slaughter innocent people.

Swah——

A brilliant light descended from the sky, like a falling star, illuminating the entire battlefield!

Soon, the light turned into a shield, instantly protecting the people. No force could penetrate it at all.

"how is this possible?"

The demon general's face suddenly changed, and he felt a suffocating pressure coming towards him.

He turned around suddenly and met an extremely cold gaze.

Jiang Daoxuan was seen standing in the air, his figure as unshakable as a mountain.

The light curtain was still flowing in his hands, like billions of stars gathering together.

His eyes were cold and his voice was as cold as ice.

"All enemies from foreign lands will be killed without mercy!"

After saying that, he waved his hand lightly, and a sharp sword light appeared like thunder, going straight for the demon general!

The demon general tried his best to resist, but he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He was torn apart by the light in an instant, turned into a blood mist, and dissipated between heaven and earth!

This scene left everyone stunned.

The people came back to their senses from despair, their eyes filled with shock.

Then, they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Jiang Daoxuan, expressing their gratitude beyond words.

The Lord of Wanquan City also had tears in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you for your help, senior!"

"Thank you for saving our lives, senior!" The monks around also shouted in unison.

Facing this powerful man who was able to turn the tide, everyone felt infinite respect in their hearts.

Jiang Daoxuan nodded calmly and glanced at the people in the city.

He didn't say much, but just expressed silent comfort with a glance.

Han Mingzi, who was far away, slowly exhaled and thought to himself, "Fortunately, Daoist Fellow Tongtian is here, otherwise it would be difficult to survive this disaster..."

At this time, the demons at the scene were still unwilling to give up.

The demon general who had just been killed completely aroused their anger.

In an instant, more demons came, covering the sky and the earth, and full of murderous intent!

The Lord of Wanquan City endured the pain in his body and was preparing to return to the battlefield.

However, just as he was about to take a step, a warm hand pressed on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Leave it to me next..."

Jiang Daoxuan's voice was calm, but it carried unquestionable majesty.

The Lord of Wanquan City was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, his eyes became moist again and he nodded and retreated.