The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 152 Zhao Yueming

In the north center of Nanjue Island, the outline of Linglong Sect looms in the misty clouds. The peaks rise from the ground and pierce the sky, as if a giant casually inserted a giant pillar into the earth. The peaks are hidden in the white clouds, leaving only a hazy silhouette, like a dream, just like a painting of ink and color spread freely between heaven and earth.

The once prosperous Linglong Sect, where disciples were like clouds and true practitioners gathered together, and various magical powers were displayed, the scene of auspicious clouds has disappeared, and only the empty and lonely mountains remain.

Outside the mountain, the armies of various families were approaching, and the Qi-refining monks were all looking up with great excitement at the former overlord of the South, the behemoth that had enslaved them generation after generation.

Now they are about to turn things around!

The gazes of the Qi-refining monks passed through the flags standing high in the sky. Those were the flags of the major upper-level families and sects. They were about to break through the mountain gate of Linglong Sect in one fell swoop!

There are endless spiritual objects, magical instruments, and secret manuals of martial arts. As long as you can break through Linglong, you can expect to become an immortal!
Not only did they think so, even the true practitioners standing in the air were extremely excited, looking at the gate of Linglong Sect greedily, each with their own plans.

Seeing everyone so enthusiastic and excited, Wang Qianli, who was standing in front of a line of people in the strong wind layer, withdrew his gaze unmoved and said coldly: "It seems that there is no hope."

The True Cultivators behind her also had sad expressions on their faces. Ling Qiuyu said indifferently, "Someone has to fill the gap. Even though Nanjue Island has been through a lot, it's still too difficult to support a True Lord to be born.

Not only them, but also us.

In fact, we are not as good as these little cultivators. The more we know, the less power we have to change. We can only sacrifice our lives in a conscious way."

"Haha, what Fellow Daoist Ling said is too tragic." Xiang Daizong had a smile on his face, "These low-level cultivators have been ordered by the sunset glow, lost their wisdom, and died in ignorance. Although they don't know pain, their end is the most miserable.

Even if we die, our family tradition will still be there. Who knows what will happen in the future? At least there will be descendants who can remember us from generation to generation. This is also worthy of our ancestors. "

"It seems that you have arranged your funeral properly, Brother Xiang. You are so open-minded." Mother Fang San looked calm as she thought, "Your descendant is so outstanding, but he is willing to damage his own magical powers and fall to the sixth level. I am afraid he will never have a chance to ascend to the throne again."

"I am content as long as I can keep my life. As for whether I can ascend to the throne or not, haha, my Xiang family has never made any extravagant demands for it." Xiang Daizong smiled bitterly and waved his hands.

"Since we have reached a high level, we know that there is no way we can survive. You are all people who understand justice and have flawless wisdom. I, an old woman, can die with you. I have no worries and it is a worthy death."

"It's funny. We used to plot against each other and fight each other endlessly, but in the end, we all died together and went to the underworld together. It's fate." Guo Yingao laughed out loud.

"Okay, let's attack Linglong Sect first. So many true cultivators and monks will die in this battle. I think we will be able to meet Master Jiang by then.

If you can see him, you will have a chance to discuss the terms. "Wang Qianli interrupted the others and said, everyone agreed, so she waved her hand and issued a decree, and suddenly shouts of killing rose from all directions, the roar of magic spells and the collision of magic weapons and spiritual weapons intertwined and continued.

Blood dyed the earth red, and life was as fragile as a candle in the wind in this cruel war. But neither Linglong Sect nor the punitive army had the slightest intention of retreating. They knew no fear of life and death, and fought hard on the battlefield, as if they would never give up until the other side was completely wiped out.

In the main hall of Linglong Sect, the five mountain masters had different expressions. Now, in the huge Linglong Sect, only a very small number of core disciples were hidden, and the other disciples all went to the battlefield outside the mountain. The true practitioners were also unconscious, affected by the Wu Earth Rays, and would not be freed unless they died in battle.

The Nanxu Mountain Master said dejectedly: "More than three thousand years of painstaking inheritance has been destroyed in an instant.

Disciples, followers, precious objects, and the hard work of our ancestors are all gone."

"Humph, how can these things compare to the enlightenment of the real person? I think you have become stupid because of all the work you have done all day long." The Lord of Jinhua Mountain reminded him coldly, "I'm afraid the real person is already standing in the sky looking at us. You should all know what to say and what not to say."

The master of Xiji Mountain frowned and said unhappily: "It's already this time. Our life and death, honor and disgrace all depend on the mind of the real person. Don't think about anything else. All the cultivators outside the mountain must perish. In order to replenish the spiritual energy of the mountain gate, we should go and monitor it in person to prevent anyone from escaping and leaving behind troubles!"

"This... the high-ranking officials in the sky are all here. If they are unwilling to give up before they die, and take us with them, it will be bad." The master of Jingyi Mountain said cautiously: "Too many monks and people have been sent to the mountain to slaughter the four directions and hundreds of sects. It is not easy for only the five of us to control the situation."

"Humph, Dong Cang is still suppressed in the Qian Family at this time, which makes us feel at peace. It's hard for us to do such dirty work." The Lord of Bei Cang Mountain said dissatisfiedly, "With the status of a real person, Xia Yun is in the sky, what are you worried about?
Let's go! Let's finish this battle as soon as possible, we will be busy later!"

The five mountain masters came out of the hall together and came to the battlefield outside the mountain. They blocked all sides of the battlefield. If any cultivator tried to escape, they would be killed.

Tens of thousands of monks were fighting non-stop on the battlefield. The blood dyed the rivers red for thousands of miles. Corpses were piled up like mountains. The light of supernatural powers flashed one after another. Those monks could not wake up from the glow until the last moment of their lives, but they only had time to let out a scream before they completely perished.

The shouts and cries of killing continued for three days and three nights until the evening of the fourth day, when the last monk fell in a pool of blood, and the world fell into silence.

The five mountain masters of Linglong Sect emerged and stood on the battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Seventeen upper-level true cultivators in the strong wind layer also fell down together and confronted each other in the air.

The setting sun was blood-red, the sky was filled with evening glow, and the fighting on all sides fell silent. Millions of corpses lay on Nanjue Island, and blood flowed like a river. The island was shrouded in the brilliant glow of the sky, highlighting the dead silence.

Only a little fire was still flickering in the south, indicating that the war there had never stopped.

The two sides faced each other in silence for a while. They were all waiting for the last fire in the south to go out, and then the real person might appear.

……

Gong Hanyu in the Tianxia Mountains looked towards the direction of Qiling Gate and sighed, "After four thousand years of struggling, it will eventually come to an end.

The Xuanchu lineage was destroyed, the Xuangu lineage was thrown into the Wanxuan Immortal Sect, and the Tianqi Immortal Sect was about to be destroyed. Many things can be concluded. "

……

A breeze blew over the Gui Pond, and Dugu Yunzhi appeared. He came to the edge of the pond and said with a smile, "My friend Guiyin, it's up to you now. The water of Guizhuo is Yin in nature, which overcomes the fire of Bing and Ding.

When the last Ding Fire guide position falls, as long as you break it, and then combine it with Wu and Gui, the two will generate different energies, and I will use Xun Feng to guide Kan Water to hit the island and move its momentum!"

"Oh? Senior, are you really going to take action?" Gui Yin's laughter came from the depths of the pool. "You dare to take action when all the adults in heaven have approved it?"

"Haha, those True Lords are willing, but it doesn't mean that other True Lords are willing. As long as you and I take over this Nanjue Island, the Lord in Heaven will argue with us, and we will have done a great deed by then!" Dugu Yunzhi laughed wantonly, "As long as you listen to me and make Master Jiang fail, I guarantee that your Guishui status will be indispensable!"

"Oh, senior, you have a good plan, but have you ever thought about what my situation will be if you take action at this moment? Even with the protection of my ancestors, I'm afraid it will be too late to save me." Guiyin sneered.

"Why, this matter was decided by you and me a long time ago, do you want to regret it?" Dugu Yunzhi's face was ugly, "If you don't take action, once Wu Tu is formed, all the luck you have worked hard to accumulate over the years will be wasted."

"Don't bother me about that, Senior." Gui Yin said sarcastically, "Senior, just do it yourself. I am too weak to interfere."

"You!" Dugu Yunzhi was immediately furious. "Well, Guiyin, you are really insidious and cunning! If Jiang Xu succeeds, you will be buried in the ground forever. You are destroying your own chance of becoming a god, and no one can persuade you!"

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared.

Guiyin at the bottom of the pool laughed strangely, "How dare a Three-Life Golden Pill be so arrogant? I really don't know how high the clouds in the sky are, or how deep the water is!"

……

Qi Ling Gate, more and more true cultivators from all directions rushed to the outside of Qi Ling Gate after slaughtering the southerners, and besieged the only mountain gate left in the entire Nan Jue Island.

Wang Lingyun saw the light curtain of the great formation gradually shattering, and knew that he could not endure it any longer. He gathered his mind, and the Buddha seed gave birth to water. The dark water of the sea of ​​suffering rippled under his feet, blocking the true practitioners and preaching the Dharma, "Namo Miaoshan Buddha!" ​​The surging sea of ​​suffering covered dozens of true practitioners. Wang Lingyun transformed himself into a son of Buddha, walked barefoot to the center of the sea of ​​suffering with his hands clasped together, and sat cross-legged, chanting endless Buddhist teachings, interfering with the souls of the true practitioners and preventing them from freeing their hands and feet to launch the final attack.

The Thousand Puppets Formation was destroyed, leaving only the Fusang Spirit Formation. If this last spirit formation was broken, the Qi Ling Sect would be completely destroyed.

Even if there are some fish that slip through the net in the future, it will be difficult to revive the Qi Ling fortune of today, and the Qi Ling Sect will lose the protection of the ancient fortune that has been passed down for more than 4,000 years.

The Buddha's sound was mysterious, the sea of ​​suffering was surging, and dozens of true practitioners were blocked. The remaining Qi-refining disciples could hardly cause any damage to the spirit formation.

In Fuso Square, Lu Fei also breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the spiritual object and swallowed it in one breath. He used various elixirs and forbidden blood-burning techniques one by one. His eyes were bloodshot, but he still persevered.

Since the master has made the choice, he will follow him. Even if it means going to his death, he will not hesitate. He can have the cultivation he has today because of the master's love.

Lu Fei closed his eyes and activated his magical powers again. Twelve white elm trees collapsed instantly, causing the stars in the sky to flicker in response. The white elms turned into starlight and sprinkled on the Fusang spiritual formation. The formation and prohibitions that were already riddled with holes were healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chen Guan's eyes couldn't help trembling when he saw this scene, but he still said nothing. He just stared at the sky, waiting for what he wanted in his heart.

In the strong wind layer, Fan Yangzi and Xia Changqi were also touched. It was truly admirable that a little Qi Ling could persist to this extent and that the disciples of the mountain sect were so united.

"After all, it is a legacy of the Tianzong, so we have to show a little more respect to it." Xia Changqi said with emotion: "Let's attack together, so as to live up to its reputation."

"That's good. The rays of light from the east, north and west have all gathered. It seems that the only one missing is Qi Ling from the south." Fan Yangzi nodded in response.

The two of them turned into long rainbows and appeared in the sky above Qi Ling Sect. Fan Yangzi said in a loud voice: "The style of Qi Ling Sect is admirable. I am the leader of Linglong Sect, Fan Yangzi, and I have come to see you off!"

Xia Changqi continued, "I am the leader of Linglong Sect, Xia Changqi, and I have come to see you off. Although we are enemies, I still respect you.

Master Chen, are you willing to fight Xia?"

The voices of the two supreme cultivators echoed between heaven and earth. Even though the remaining one hundred or so disciples of Qi Ling Sect were all weak, their bright eyes were filled with a growing will to fight and an unyielding spirit that had made them forget the fear of life and death.

They may have had personal flaws, may have stolen spiritual objects from the sect, or even have been dissatisfied with the sect. They are just a tiny minority in the vast world of immortal cultivation.

But at this time when the Taoist tradition was extinct, in front of the tombs of their ancestors, and after being blocked on all sides by invincible enemies, they were already fighting like trapped beasts, but this was also the craziest and most intense time!

Whether it is for themselves, for their ancestors, or to be infected by the crowd, at this moment they all have an unyielding spirit and are no longer ignorant ants.

Chen Guan, who was sitting in the Guchun Courtyard, suddenly stood up. Only the fallen osmanthus flowers remained in the yard, and the old house was empty.

Chen Guan stretched out his hand and a golden light rose up and fell into his hand, turning into an ancient bronze palace lantern. The Qingyun Zhaoming Golden Lamp, which had been silent for more than two hundred years, was lit again, and the faint candle was used to offer sacrifices as before.

"In that case, thank you for your generosity!"

Chen Guan raised the golden lamp and confronted this ancient cultivator who had completed the ninth level of enlightenment a thousand years ago.

Xia Changqi activated his magical power, and Wu Earth formed a mountain, guiding the rays of light to pour down, rescuing the dozen or so cultivators trapped inside. He said loudly, "Go and break through this formation, and leave no one in Qi Ling Sect intact."

"Yes! Your lord!"

More than a dozen true cultivators flew over together and surrounded the Fusang Spirit Formation, each holding a precious scroll, and guided the rosy clouds in the sky to attach to the light curtain of the spirit formation. The rosy clouds were so dazzling, yet heavier than a mountain, crushing the light curtain of the formation into pieces. The Qi-refining disciples on the Fusang Square could not withstand the backlash of the formation, and their flesh and blood were shattered, turning into balls of blood mist, which fell on the bluestone and dyed the Qi Ling Mountain red.

Upon seeing this scene, the old man among the dozen or so true cultivators who had previously killed Li Hanxing on the cliff in the wilderness could no longer hold back and shattered the talisman. He took out a small mirror from his arms and emitted rays of light to hit the people around him.

The few people were caught off guard, and when illuminated by the rosy glow, they were transformed into brilliance and were summoned away by the heavenly beings.

Everyone was shocked to see this scene. Fan Yangzi shouted angrily, "How dare you! You traitor, do you want to die?"

Xia Changqi was also startled, and asked with a suspicious look, "Which sect are you from? How dare you switch sides in the middle of a battle? Aren't you afraid of having your soul extracted and your spirit refined?"

Only Chen Guan's heart trembled. He looked at the old man and felt that his aged face looked somewhat familiar. He looked very much like the two disciples he had felt guilty about. He hesitated and said, "You...are you...Si Qi?"

The old Taoist couldn't help but shed tears when he heard this, and said: "Thank you for your love, Master, and for still remembering your disciple!

This disciple is Yu Siqi who was sent to Linglong Sect that year! The head of the sect painstakingly told me the whole story, and by chance, I was not taken away to refine human pills, but was fortunate enough to become a true cultivator.

I, the disciple, remember the kindness of the master and the sect, and I am grateful to the spirits in my heart. I cannot bear to see the destruction of the Taoist tradition with my own eyes. "

"It's really you!" Chen Guan couldn't help but say, "I was sorry for you and Yue Wan back then, so I had to do it. But in the end, I failed you two. Is Yue Wan okay?"

"Junior Sister Yue Wan was sent to the alchemy furnace after she entered Linglong Sect, and she has long since turned into ashes in the furnace." The old man could not help but said with hatred: "I have been holding a grudge in my heart day and night for these years, but I only hate that I am weak and powerless. I know that the enemy has boundless power, and my own strength is like that of an ant. I regret it endlessly. Today, I finally let go of my resentment and am willing to contribute my meager strength to the sect!"

Chen Guan's mixed feelings turned into a trembling voice. The old man in front of him turned out to be the two disciples who were sent to Linglong Sect that year, Yu Siqi and Lin Yuewan.

He had thought that even if they joined Linglong Sect, they would have a chance to survive and would not be treated as human pills. He did not expect that they would meet again under such circumstances after many years.

"How foolish, Siqi! Even if you really destroyed Qi Ling, I wouldn't blame you. You have finally survived, why do you have to expose yourself and lose your life again!"

"Master, I am lucky to be born in Qi Ling, and it is my wish to die for Qi Ling! Who among the Qi Ling disciples who are standing here today is afraid of life or death?" Yu Siqi wiped his tears, stood in front of the spirit formation, and once again raised the small mirror in his hand to shine on the true practitioners of Linglong Sect.

“You’re looking for death!” Fan Yangzi shouted angrily, and drew in the rays of light, instantly shattering the precious mirror in his hand. He shouted coldly, “Capture this man, extract his soul and refine his spirit!”

Chen Guan was worried, so he lit up the lantern, and the light of Weiyang Palace illuminated all directions. He wanted to save Yu Siqi, but Fan Yangzi, with a cold face, summoned the true fire in the sky and transformed it into the image of Vermillion Bird, blocking the light of Weiyang Palace.

In the sea of ​​suffering, the mountain of Wu Earth gradually grew larger. Xia Changqi used his magical powers to draw the rosy clouds, which fell heavily into the sea of ​​suffering, crushing Wang Xuanling's Buddhist sound.

The setting sun in the sky gradually darkens, and the clouds in the sky turn into fiery red Danxia, ​​illuminating thousands of mountains. The setting sun melts gold, and the evening clouds merge into one wall.

As night falls and the long night begins, a ray of clear sunlight shines down from the sky onto Qi Ling. Clouds surge between heaven and earth, and rays of light scatter. The bright moon, accompanied by the gentle breeze, soothes the hearts of the dying Qi Ling disciples. A soft sigh is heard in the dreamy moonlight.

When Chen Guan, whose hair had already turned silver, saw the moonlight in the blazing fire, his wrinkled face suddenly burst into ecstasy and he shouted, "May God not destroy me, Qi Ling!"

Xia Changqi looked at Yuehua Hanzhi and said in shock: "This is... this is the power of Shaoyin!
You, who are you? "

The moonlight was like snow, illuminating the hundreds of mountains. A figure walked out from the moonlight and replied softly:

"Qilingmen, Han Yu."

(End of this chapter)