C496 One Hundred Thousand Years of Writing

"Weng, weng, weng, weng. . . "

A group of people was rushing towards the center of the Ancient Moon Sect in an imposing manner. At this moment, a group of fourteen human figures were faintly forming a strange formation that was supporting each other.

"Nine Underworlds Passageway!!" In the center, a middle-aged man's figure was slowly emitting waves of dim light