The round-faced woman looked at the sky, her eyes were full of little stars, she was close to Tang Lingyu, she could be regarded as Tang Lingyu's follower, and she could also be regarded as a sister.

Her talent is not bad, but the round-faced woman is not as ambitious as the other geniuses in the clan, and she is willing to follow Tang Lingyu, and she has gained a lot of benefits after so many years.

Now that Tang Lingyu had broken through from the ninth level to Huang Ling, this round-faced woman blessed her from the bottom of her heart.

While everyone was discussing, a clansman shouted suddenly from outside the crowd.

"Get out of the way, the old owner and elders are here!"

The clansmen who were still discussing before suddenly stopped talking, and they were surprised that the ancestor actually came to see Tang Lingyu crossing the catastrophe in person? !

Except for the sacrifices in the clan, the ancestors were in retreat at other times.

I didn't expect my ancestors to attach so much importance to Tang Lingyu!

Those clansmen were surprised, but they didn't dare to delay their steps, and hurriedly stepped aside one by one, making way for a wide passage.

Led by the old village owner with a ground spiritual cultivation level, seven or eight old men walked quickly into the small courtyard, and directly above the roof was the thunder cloud.

The ancestor of the villa didn't even look at the other juniors in the clan, his eyes fell directly on the seventh elder.

Seeing this, the latter hastily walked over with a slight bow, and bowed in front of the ancestor of the villa, "Ancestor, you came here in person."

"Elder Seven, how is Lingyu's situation?" Patriarch Diling asked lightly, his eyes fell on the room, and his eyes froze slightly, his spiritual power had already spread out.

"Back to Patriarch, the thunder cloud above has been brewing for half an hour, and the eldest lady's cultivation level is steadily increasing. Before noon, she should be able to lead the thunder disaster." The seventh elder bowed and said.

"Command the clansmen, all onlookers retreat 100 meters away, and are not allowed to approach the courtyard. Elders with Xuanling cultivation will follow me to protect the Dharma. Elder Huang Lingxiu will take care of the clansmen and do not trespass in the thunder disaster area." The ancestor of the villa gave orders calmly.

The old men beside him didn't dare to delay, and immediately stopped the clansmen from retreating, and the other three stood behind the ancestor of the villa without moving.

"You guard in the three directions of south, south, north, and north." The ancestor of the villa made another arrangement, and his own position was in the east.

"Yes." The three mysterious spirit masters responded, jumped up, tapped the roof twice with their feet, and landed on the surrounding roofs.

The place where the three of them stood was the edge of the thunder cloud, and a dozen meters behind them were the clansmen who came to join in the fun.

After the old ancestor of the villa made proper arrangements, his heart suddenly throbbed. He vaguely felt that there were two dangerous auras coming here, and the direction of the aura...

The ancestor of the villa looked up to the sky looking for his inner perception. Coincidentally, just as he raised his head, the first thunder fell from above!

The blue lightning directly pierced through the house and hit Tang Lingyu who was practicing in the house.

At this time, Tang Lingyu's hair was disheveled, holding the only two inner alchemy in her palm, and a black barrier was condensed on the top of her head.

The barrier was not entirely composed of spiritual power, it was wrapped in a cloud of black air, and there was a faint hissing sound of snakes coming from inside.

The ancestor of the villa outside was so disturbed by Tianlei that he focused all his attention on Tang Lingyu.

As the backer of the whole clan, the ancestor of Shanzhuang has been waiting for the next genius of the clan to appear in recent decades.

After so many years, he finally got it!

"Spiritual language has successfully crossed the catastrophe. Within a hundred years, the wild western regions will surrender at the foot of Ten Thousand Snakes Villa!" '

Ambition flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of the villa, and the aura in his eyes was as violent as thunderclouds in the sky.