The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 151: The Realm of Destruction
In the land of Dong Chu, there was a wailing sound outside the mountain. The voices of the cultivators crying and begging could be heard into the mountain. No matter how they begged and knelt, or cursed and roared madly, the Wang family's mountain protection formation never had the slightest disturbance.

In the cold and lonely buildings in the mountains, only a few people were looking at the changing lights in the sky in fear and anxiety.

On a high peak, the sound of a piano is melodious, stirring up the wind and snow. The messy snow flies down from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. The plain color covers everything, and only the mysterious sound of heaven and earth flows between the peaks with a light meaning.

Wang Xuanli climbed up the mountain at a leisurely pace, his red robe fluttering in the wind and snow. He reached the top of the mountain and looked at the woman sitting on the rock, kneeling at the zither, and sighed, "You are too comfortable."

"Zheng~"

The sound of the zither stopped, and the snow and wind in the sky also stopped abruptly. Bai Suwen's slender jade fingers gently stroked the strings. Without turning back, he just smiled faintly, "What's the matter? Are you feeling uneasy? Do you want me to play a song for you to calm your mind?"

“Friend Bai, you still have the mind to play the piano and smile here, but don’t you know that Master Chen of Qi Ling Sect is facing a catastrophe right now? The Qi Ling Sect may be gone in the next moment.” Wang Xuanli couldn’t help but get angry and said in a heavy voice.

"Of course I know, but what's the point of you and I being anxious?" Bai Suwen shook his head and sighed: "As long as we are still here, the Dongchu Wang family can be passed on, and my Qiling Sect will not be cut off.

Why worry about things that have already been decided? It is better to think carefully about how to gain a foothold in the new situation after the disaster. Only in this way can we be worthy of the deaths of fellow Taoists Wang Qianli, Wang Xuanyi, and Wang Xuanchang.

Otherwise, if you just keep silent and sad, crying and shouting, who are you doing it for? What's the point of it? "

"You! I didn't realize that Brother Bai is so heartless. Sect Master Chen gave the hope of survival to a heartless person like you. I don't know whether the Qi Ling Sect can still have the tradition of people passing on their legacy one after another in the future." Wang Xuanli's eyes were heavy, with unstoppable sadness and sorrow on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, considering Fellow Daoist Qianli's kindness in saving your life, I have a piece of advice for you. The death of the predecessors is to pave the way for the future generations, not for you to be grateful for their kindness and keep it in your heart forever."

Bai Suwen's expression faded. She played the zither again and said slowly, "Do you know why you are the only one who survived among the Wang family's true cultivators? It's because your magical power is the virtue of Ding Fire. Even though you stopped on the path of Taoism in your early years, you are still alive because of it. You are a star in the sky and a candle on the ground. You have the help of the inheritance of your bloodline clansmen.
As long as your blood lotus fire burns, the bloodline of the Dongchu royal family will be passed on, and it will no longer be a declining family that only exists in old books."

Wang Xuanli was stunned when he heard this. He felt his heart pounding for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something in rebuttal, but he opened it again and again but no word came out.

Bai Suwen ignored him and played the Xuanqin by herself. Snowflakes fell again between heaven and earth. The wind and snow buried the killing and rise and fall of the world. What she heard in her ears was not the wailing and despair of mankind, but the joy of heaven and earth.

The demise of true practitioners and the deaths of countless Qigong practitioners returned the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to between heaven and earth, and all Qi became surging. Heaven and earth cannot empathize with the suffering of all living beings, and their joy is rarely rejoiced by humans.

Bai Suwen was immersed in the sounds of heaven and earth. Her mind was no longer governed by the seven emotions and six desires of an ordinary person, but by the sounds and colors of heaven and earth. Her Taoism was improved by the sound of the piano, gradually surpassing the realm of true essence and climbing all the way up.

……

South of Nanjue Island, the killing continues. Corpses on Baiwu Mountain sink into the colorful pools. Strands of blood flow into this sacred mountain treasure pool and pollute the clear spring. Drops of turbid water imperceptibly flow into the Gui Pool in the secret place of Bailingmen.

Even thousands of miles away, or even further away, turbid water mixed with blood and mud was slowly flowing towards this Guichi.

At the bottom of Guichi, Guiyin lies in the form of a snake, with the blood flowing in its body echoing with the Qing and Xuan waters. The power of Guishui grows stronger and stronger, but it is still small and scattered, hiding in various places on the earth, waiting for the opportunity.

……

Among the numerous mountains in the west, a giant jade mountain stood tall between the mountains, more than a hundred feet high. However, above the sky there were cultivators holding swords, and their swords were falling down one after another. Every ray of sword light made the jade mountain shake and drop rolling rocks.

Su Tuo in the mountain gritted his teeth and tried to maintain his magical powers, but he was only at the second level. How could he defeat the sixth level perfect cultivator above him?
He knew that if he continued to defend like this he would only end up dead, so he had to escape.

So he sent a message: "Today is the day of life and death. You should find your own way to survive. Life or death is entirely up to God's will."

There were dozens of disciples hiding in the mountains at the foot of the mountain. Upon hearing this, they all responded respectfully. Not daring to stay for long, they turned into streaks of light and fled in all directions.

The sword cultivator in the sky saw this scene and sneered, "The remnants of Qi Ling, with the sky full of rosy clouds at their head, still want to escape, how ridiculous."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and slashed it. The sword light split into hundreds of beams and chased after these disciples.

After seeing this scene, Su Tuo originally planned to withdraw and leave, but he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, urging his magical power to transform Yumei Mountain into broken jade all over the sky, wanting to take this blow and buy a glimmer of hope of escape for these disciples.

But his hesitation cost him his life.

The sword cultivator on the sky said disdainfully: "You can't even protect yourself, yet you still want to take care of your disciples. How foolish."

He raised his sword to the sky, put away his pride, and said respectfully: "Disciple begs for the power of the sunset to kill the evil and eliminate the rebellion!"

Suddenly, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, which gathered on his sword, and a bright glow lit up, stretching for hundreds of miles. Su Tuo was terrified and tried his best to escape underground.

But Su Tuo only had time to escape a hundred feet before he was covered by the boundless red light. Only endless red clouds were left in his mind, and he lost his will.

Yumei Mountain was also swept up by the rosy glow, turning into a flamboyant jade-colored fragment that scattered down the western mountain.

……

At the edge of the Dongxia Mountains, in a secret forest, Zhao Xuting hid among the ancient trees. He took out a jade talisman and looked at it from time to time. There were dots of light scattered everywhere on it.

But as time went by, the lights above went out one after another, sometimes even in whole pieces, making him feel more and more uneasy.

These bright lights represent the locations of his scattered disciples. The extinguishing of each light spot represents the death of a disciple.

Zhao Xuting felt uneasy and said, "Even Qi-refining disciples are going to be destroyed one by one, how can a true cultivator like me be spared?

The Linglong Supreme Sect, the Jindan Sect, is so determined that they won't even let go of an ant-like Qi Refiner. Is it so difficult to live?"

He felt a growing sense of powerlessness and despair in his heart. After waiting for only a few days, there was no longer any light on the jade talisman.

When Zhao Xuting saw this scene, he felt despair. He slowly raised his head and saw that layers of rays of light had gathered above the dense forest without him knowing when.

He closed his eyes tiredly and murmured, "Is it finally my turn?"

……

In the southern wilderness, the light was bright, and a field of orchid-colored Epiphyllums were blooming. Li Hanxing's face showed a sad expression, because under the dreamy Epiphyllums were corpses lying on the ground. They were all disciples of Qi Ling Sect, and they could no longer open their eyes after being illuminated by the rosy clouds. "What did my Qi Ling Sect do to make you, the Linglong Sect, slaughter us all by any means necessary?"

There was a chill of despair in Li Hanxing's voice as he looked coldly at an old man standing on the top of the mountain.

The true cultivator of Linglong Sect also sighed and said: "Qiling Sect has done nothing wrong and has no guilt. It is fate and time. We have no choice but to do this according to the order of the real person.

Daoist friend, you can go with peace of mind."

After the old man finished speaking, he pointed the mysterious mirror in his hand toward the sky and said respectfully: "Disciple, please use the power of the rays of light to kill the evil and eliminate the sins!"

The rosy glow of Wu Earth in the mirror is drawn down, as if clouds from the sky are falling, illuminating the world, and the sunset is beautiful beyond words.

All the Epiphyllums on the ground were broken into pieces and blown away by the strong wind. The dreamlike flower field disappeared, and only the petals fluttered down like rain.

Seeing this scene, the old man sighed. He stretched out his palm and gently picked up a petal. The dark blue petal felt slightly cool in his palm, but the old man still shed a hidden tear from the corner of his eye. Then he put the small mirror into his sleeve and left in a hurry.

In the wilderness, the wind blew across the ground, and a low night-blooming cereus was still blooming.

……

At Qi Ling Gate, above the sky on all sides, there was heavy mist, and a golden glow emerged. Hundreds of immortal boats were connected together, surrounding the Qi Ling Mountain Gate like a prison.

On the captain of each immortal ship stood a commander, waving flags of various colors to order the immortal ships in all directions to advance and retreat. Densely packed cultivators like ants fell from the sky and swooped down like locusts.

Hundreds of immortal boats lit up the mysterious forbidden patterns of the formation and shot out huge golden light beams, which hit the light curtain of the Qi Lingmen formation fiercely.

Shocking cracks appeared on the Thousand Puppets Formation, and the formation spirit manifested a thousand-foot giant puppet. The disciples of the Qi Ling Sect also released puppets one after another and gathered into the body of the Thousand Puppets Giant. Nearly a hundred formation peak disciples sat cross-legged in the Fusang Spirit Formation inside the formation, and together with Lu Fei, they mobilized the power of the formation bases from all sides. The billowing fire rose up and turned into tens of thousands of spirit birds that rushed towards the immortal boat.

Faced with the power of the Bing Fire, even if the Immortal Boat had a defensive spiritual formation, it would be easily penetrated and turned into a ball of fire.

Many Linglong disciples on the immortal boat were also burned in it.

Under the rosy glow, there were two figures standing, silently looking at the destroyed fairy boat, unmoved.

Xia Changqi stared at the Fusang Spiritual Formation in front of him and sighed, "If such a spiritual object could fall into your hands, we would have ascended to the throne long ago."

Hearing what he said, Fan Yangzi shook his head, "What is destined to be gone is destined to be gone. How can you and I order it around with what the Lord has given us?

The old woman Gong Wen is dead. We have been struggling to survive for nearly two thousand years, but in the end, we have ended up like this. And these disciples in front of us, some of whom are our descendants, now we have to watch them die.

I couldn’t help but feel a little chilled.”

"Why are you so confused?" Xia Changqi could not help but scolded, "Old lady Gong insisted on asking for Shaoyin in vain. She refused to let the True Water flow away and dared not to obey the True Man's order. She deserves to die.

As for these disciples, even if there are descendants of you and me, who knows how many generations have passed, how many of them can still remember you and me? It doesn't matter if they die. Not only will the Hundred Dao cultivators on Nanjue Island die, but so many disciples in Linglong Sect will also die. As long as they can add a little more help to the real person, it will be their honor!

You and I have come to this point today, our lives have run out, our luck has been exhausted, our natures are flawed, and there is no chance anymore.

Only if the Immortal holds the position of Wu Tu and grants us status, maybe we can be rewarded with status by the Lord, seek an immortal servant, ascend to the heavenly palace, and enjoy a lifespan of ten thousand years! "

"Haha, immortal servant, to put it nicely is just to be a slave. From now on you will have no freedom at all and become a slave. Is this still the immortal we were seeking back then?" Fan Yangzi said with a wry smile.

"Humph, to live a thousand years, how many people would beg for this opportunity, to be able to serve a true monarch, I don't know how many people would envy you! What else are you not satisfied with!" Xia Changqi frowned and said, "You and I should just do the job at hand. The Qi Ling Sect's inheritance has lasted for four thousand years. Even if we try again and again, such an ancient Taoist inheritance still makes people feel uneasy."

“That’s true, but the spiritual formation constructed with the Fusang spiritual wood is quite troublesome. If we want to break the formation without destroying the spiritual wood, we can only rely on a large number of cultivators to grind it down.

Let the true practitioners of the Six Mountains take action together, so as to avoid any more troubles." Fan Yangzi said cautiously.

"Well, although this Fusang Spirit Tree is enough for you to repay your kindness, and you won't take action, there is no guarantee that there won't be any changes, so it would be more reassuring if you destroy it earlier."

Above the Qi Ling Gate, tens of thousands of Qi-refining disciples from the Linglong Sect swarmed down, pouring towards the formation like a tide.

Nine true practitioners appeared beside the giant puppet manifested by the Thousand Puppets Formation, each holding a formation flag. They formed a Nine Palaces Formation using themselves as the formation base and trapped the giant puppet inside.

Thousands of Qi Refining disciples were destroying the formation bases everywhere, damaging the Qi Ling Sect's double formations bit by bit.

Inside the Qi Ling Sect, Chen Guan remained calm as he directed disciples from various locations to tenaciously resist the Linglong Sect's offensive.

Even though the spiritual formation had the Fusang spiritual wood as its base, facing the tidal-like attack and the siege of more than a dozen true practitioners, the formation's light curtain had begun to crumble.

If there was no Fusang spiritual wood as the foundation of the formation, I am afraid that the Qi Ling Sect would not be able to hold out for even an hour against the Linglong Sect's army.

Lu Fei, who was maintaining the formation, had his heart meridians shattered by the backlash of the formation. The phantoms of the twelve white elms were illusory and uncertain. He could only keep regenerating his heart meridians and maintain the spirit formation to protect Qi Lingshan again.

"Master! We need to make a decision soon!" Wang Lingyun said worriedly, "If we continue to hold on, our Qi Ling Sect will really be destroyed!
It is better to dispatch disciples to escape and break out as soon as possible!"

"No, we can't leave!" Chen Guan looked at the increasingly bright rays of light in the sky, "Wait a little longer! Li Yuan has already arrived at the East Pole and asked you to help!"

"Master! We have already repaid the kindness of the Fusang Spiritual Wood. You will not take action again!" Wang Lingyun urged urgently, "We have no one to rely on now!"

"No, things haven't reached the final step yet! Wait a little longer! Wait a little longer!" A trace of blood red appeared in Chen Guan's eyes. He looked at the disciples who were killed by the backlash of the formation and said in a rough voice: "Wait a little longer, I believe in Junior Brother Li Yuan!

I believe that Senior Brother Li Yuan will not be wrong!"

(End of this chapter)