My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Zhong Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Gravity changed?"

Although they were very far apart, the voice of the God Ancestor happened to ring in Zhong Qing's ears at this moment, as if it was very close.

Zhong Qing looked down.

At a glance, I saw the altar on the surface of Jin Yao Star.

The God Ancestor was still on the altar, at the entrance to the strange space, facing Zhong Qing from afar.

The God Ancestor said calmly: "Quick reaction."

"Just at that moment, the formation eliminated the gravity of the Golden Star at that location."

Zhong Qing nodded as if he understood something.

No matter who you are, as long as you stand on the planet, you will be affected by gravity.

After the ultimate transformation of Jin Yaoxing by Jin Yuzong, it is obvious that even gravity itself is under its control.

Although Zhong Qing is immune to the effects of all formations.

But that has to be a direct effect.

For example, it is useless to attack Zhong Qing directly with the formation, but if you use the formation to split a mountain, it is impossible for Zhong Qing to walk over and restore the mountain to its original state.

The ground beneath our feet may seem solid, but the stars are constantly moving and rotating.

Just now, the gravity under Zhong Qing's feet was eliminated, and he was naturally thrown out of Jin Yao Star.

At this moment, Zhong Qing and the God Ancestor were having a conversation.

Jin Yaoxing was also moving away from Zhong Qing quickly.

only……

Zhong Qing raised his eyebrows.

What's the point of doing this?

Even if he is thrown out of the Jin Yao Star into the starry sky, no harm will be done to him.

At this moment, one of them was in the starry sky and the other was on a big star, but their eyes were fixed on each other.

I saw a slight curve at the corner of the God Ancestor's mouth.

The next moment, an extremely dazzling light suddenly burst out from the surface of Jin Yao Star, forming a bright white spot.

In contrast, behind Zhong Qing is another golden star, which is the surface of the sun here.

A large circular dark area quickly emerged.

Like an expanding sunspot.

From a distance, one black and one white, it seemed as if the two planets opened their eyes at the same time.

It also seemed like the black and white Yin-Yang eyes in the Yin-Yang fish in the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram.

this moment.

On the Jinyao star, around the altar.

Suddenly, countless rays of light gathered together.

Each one is a cultivator with white divine light shining on his body.

The leader was an old man wearing a white Taoist robe, with white hair and beard. He had a dignified and calm temperament, and his every move carried the oppressive feeling of a high position.

Under the command of this old man, countless Jinyu Sect monks formed a formation, and divine light on their bodies shot up into the sky, forming this giant white eye on the surface of the planet, looking at Zhong Qing with a captivating aura.

Yue Menglan recognized this person at a glance and blurted out.

"It's the current leader of the Jinyu Sect, Song Zhenwu!"

On the other side, on the surface of the Jin Yao star, dark clouds were pressing down on the city. There were countless monks with black mist coming out of their bodies and cold expressions.

The leader was an old man wearing black clothes and a golden crown.

Yue Menglan also recognized this person.

"The Grand Elder of the Jinyu Sect, Bai Xuanfeng!"

Although Yi Wujiang and his eight companions were killed instantly by Zhong Qing.

But it is obvious that in the huge Jinxun Sect, there are more powerful people than just the Divine Ancestor and these eight people.

The voice of the God Ancestor sounded at this time.

"It's not just me you have to face."

"It's my entire Jinyu Sect!"

"Today, you, a remnant of the ancient times, will experience the power passed down from the Immortal Era to this day."

The moment the words fell.

Bai Xuanfeng and Song Zhenwu attacked at the same time.

Two thin golden lights shot out from the hands of the two men and instantly spread over thousands of miles.

Those were two golden ropes, covered with countless intricate and ancient talisman patterns. At a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, they were like two spirit snakes, entwining together and wrapping around Zhong Qing, who was in the middle.

Zhong Qing raised his eyebrows, neither dodging nor struggling, allowing the rope to tie him up.

At the same time, a thought came to my mind.

Dongfang Huan and Yue Menglan, as if received an invisible push, instantly appeared thousands of miles away.