The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 191: The Struggle for the Top
On Xueyun Mountain, the wind and snow started to rise again. The whistling cold wind was as sharp as a blade, swirling around the mountain top at a high speed, drawing all the wind and snow from the area within a radius of hundreds of miles. The disciples who were fighting outside the mountain were forced to stop fighting.

An old steward on the battlefield took out the communication talisman from his arms and took a look at it. His face suddenly changed and he shouted urgently: "Disciple Qi Ling, quickly retreat to the formation! Don't fight!"

After hearing the message, thousands of Qi training disciples broke away and fled into the formation.

The disciples of Linglong Sect pursued them relentlessly and broke to the front of the formation.

At this moment, an exciting string sound rang out between heaven and earth, and the snow gathered on Xueyun Mountain suddenly dispersed, and a tall white figure hundreds of feet tall was seen sitting cross-legged on the mountain, as if it had merged with the mountain, becoming a white phantom sitting cross-legged there.

Her appearance was exactly that of Bai Suwen. She was holding the zither on her knees, playing the sound of wind and snow. With the zither as the center, the snow and ice within a hundred feet turned into ice, and the ice within a thousand feet was frozen. The thousands of disciples of the Linglong Sect who were attacking Xueyun Mountain had no time to react before they heard the beautiful sound of the zither, their bodies felt cold, and they completely lost consciousness.

The Qi Ling disciples who escaped into the formation felt a chill in their hearts when they saw the scene before them. In front of the formation stood a row of lifelike ice sculptures.

The noisy shouts and cries of killing outside the formation disappeared completely, leaving only dead silence.

Bai Suwen played the piano, and her soul almost merged with the world of Xueyun Mountain. The sound of her piano changed, and the snow and wind in the sky rose again, transforming into a huge ice phoenix over seven hundred feet tall, circling around the master of Jingyi Mountain. The mysterious sound attracted the wind and snow, which suddenly became fierce, suppressing the Yang of Jinde, the Shenjin Qi.

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On Yinque Mountain, the gold and silver colors emitted a glittering luster under the moonlight. Outside the mountain, thousands of disciples were also fighting non-stop. Various talismans and magical lights bloomed all around, taking the lives of monks one by one.

Inside the mountain, the haggard-faced Lord of Beicang Mountain stood up outside a small pavilion. Even though he was thousands of miles away, he could still feel the chill from the northwest. They all underestimated the ancient Nanjue Taoist sect that was once as small as an ant. Taoist Master Jiang had once asked them to pay more attention to it, but they never expected that one day their former overlord of Nanjue would run into trouble here.

The cold Qi and mysterious sound aura from the northwest direction can be sensed by the superiors. The master of Jingyi Mountain practices the Jin Zhiyang De Shen Jin Daotong, and is at the realm of eight-turn perfection. However, he was suppressed by a seven-turn superior.

Although for those in higher positions, there is almost no danger of falling in a fight with the same level, but the suppression of the Lord of Jingyi Mountain means that the nodes of the formation of Xueyun Mountain cannot be broken.

If they want to break a Yuan Array, even if it is just a half-finished product, it will be very troublesome for those true practitioners like them, as they must break several key nodes of the Yuan Array.

The Qi Ling Sect's Yuan Array is undoubtedly composed of five key nodes and other scattered small nodes guarded by true practitioners.

If Xueyun Mountain is not broken, then Qiyuan Lake and this node will definitely not be broken.

The issues in these two places are not about strength, but about Taoism.

At this moment, he was waiting outside the small pavilion, and inside the pavilion sat Han Yu, the Shaoyin upper-level cultivator from the Qi Ling Sect.

The other person was sitting quietly in the small pavilion, flipping through an ancient book in his hand, and seemed not to notice his arrival at all.

The Lord of Beicang Mountain did not dare to act rashly, as he was possessed by that kind of existence not long ago. He could only stand quietly in the snow, the falling snow on his shoulders gradually dyeing his clothes white.

Outside the mountain, disciples died tragically every moment, some fell in a pool of blood, some died at the hands of magic or weapons, and some even lost their bodies.

Han Yu waited for a long time. The disciples outside the mountain fought until they were exhausted, their magic power was depleted, their magic weapons were damaged, and they even fought with their physical bodies in the end.

No one retreated. They were all afraid of death, but when they came to this battlefield, their lives no longer belonged to them.

Perhaps, the lives of these Qi-training disciples have never truly belonged to them, but only depend on the thoughts of the big shots above them.

Han Yu's magical powers were running in his body, and Shaoyin's absolute rationality made him suppress all the kindness and sensibility in his heart and fall into absolute rationality.

He is Shaoyin, or perhaps he is the candidate chosen by Taiyin in the Heavenly Palace. He can no longer act rashly.

Every time you take action for Qi Ling, there will be a heavy price to pay.

Of course, Han Yu was definitely not reluctant to pay for Qi Ling, but he needed to use the opportunity at the most critical moment!
Only in this way can he take the overall situation into consideration. Standing in the position of the sect's ancestor, he has a lot to consider, and he has to protect the entire Qi Ling Taoist lineage.

Once he took action again, even if he saved hundreds of disciples outside the mountain, when the Qi Ling disaster came in the future, he could only watch the entire Qi Ling destroyed.

With absolutely rational thinking, he let go of kindness and made a choice.

Han Yu knew better than any of the true practitioners in the sect that Jiang Yunzhi had sent a mountain master to keep an eye on him because he knew his situation, which was definitely not something a true practitioner could see through. There must be a real person or even a real monarch behind him giving guidance.

They are still testing.

The two True Lords who traced back to the Tianqi Immortal Sect in the Test Sect forced Qi Ling again and again, and put the Qi Ling Sect into crisis again and again, just to find the trace of "Xuan Ming" from the repeated tests.

For those True Lords, if they want to destroy Qi Ling Sect, it only takes a thought, and a True Lord can destroy it with just a finger.

The ancestors of the Tianqi Immortal Sect are both the source of disasters for their descendants and the basis for their survival today.

As for Linglong Sect, it was just a wild dog sent by those big shots. In fact, no one in Linglong Sect knew the truth, from birth to death.

The sound of fighting outside the mountain rang out again, and a group of disciples were sent from the mountain gate to guard the Yinque Mountain formation again.

Han Yu put down the scroll in his hand and stood up. The Lord of Beicang Mountain in the snowdrift shook off the snow on his body and said respectfully, "Greetings, sir!"

Han Yu walked in front of him, glancing down at him as his footsteps made a slight crunching sound on the snow. "The snow has stopped. Shouldn't it be quiet outside the mountain?"

The Lord of Beicang Mountain did not dare to look up. He felt as if he was carrying a heavy weight. He struggled for a long time and finally replied, "Yes! Your Excellency is right!"

With trembling hands, he took out the sound transmission talisman, and the sound of fighting outside the mountain gradually stopped after a while.

Han Yu, wearing a green shirt, walked in the snow. He stood at the bridge head and looked out towards the mountain.

The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, casting silver light on the mountains. The pure light illuminated the bones mixed with blood and mud in the mud. There were clothes of disciples of Linglong Sect and bones of disciples of Qiling Sect.

He slowly closed his eyes, and one hand unconsciously tightened the flute at his waist, but eventually let go.

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There are countless corpses and evil ghosts in Chouyun Mountain. Countless tireless ghosts have gathered from the Mingyue Qi Realm. The outside of the mountain is already filled with dark ghosts. The mountain is different from other places. There are not even any Qi-cultivating disciples guarding the mountain. They have all been transferred to other places for support.

On the top of the mountain, there is only a black soul flag pointing to the sky, and the tail of the flag flutters in the wind.

This banner alone guards the area of ​​a thousand miles, attracting thousands of ghosts and gathering thousands of evil spirits. A black and shiny crow flapped its wings and landed on the banner, quietly watching the Linglong sect disciples who were resisting thousands of ghosts at the foot of the mountain.

The eyes of the Shenming Crow turned blood red, and it raised its head and let out a loud cry. The noisy crow cry spread over a hundred miles, and the souls of hundreds of Linglong Sect disciples were swallowed into its mouth.

In front of the mountain, thousands of Linglong Sect disciples looked at the ghosts all over the mountain and couldn't help feeling fear in their hearts. Their enemies were not humans, but evil ghosts and spirits. The endless ghosts were enough to crush the will of any Qigong cultivator.

They wanted to defect in the face of the enemy again and again. They didn't want to be annihilated in the endless army of ghosts.

But behind them, there was a true cultivator holding a jade mirror. Whenever a large number of disciples wanted to defect, he would raise the mirror and take a look. Those disciples would then become confused and numbly fight against the evil spirits again.

Above the sky, in the strong wind layer, Li Yuan had already taken out the white bones of his spine again and turned them into bone ropes. Every time he swung them, heavy evil spirits would lash towards the two upper-level true cultivators of Linglong Sect.

When the Lord of Jinhua Mountain faced this strange bone rope, even the Tude cultivator did not dare to take it head-on, because the evil attached to it could corrode his true essence. If even a trace of it entered his body, it would stagnate the true essence in his body and interfere with his use of his magical powers.

He had no choice but to rely on his magical power [He Long Xia] to restrain the evil spirit. After all, the other party was at the upper level of the ninth level, while he was only at the eighth level. Even if he had a little restraint, the gap in realm could not be made up.

After all, his Chentu Taoist school only conforms to the Yang energy and has the ability to restrain the evil spirits. It is different from the ancient Buddhas in Buddhism, who can crush the evil Taoist school such as Xuanming Yinqi in terms of Taoist school and realm.

The Lord of Jinhua Mountain held the treasure seal in his hand and threw it into the air, which turned into a huge mountain and pressed down. Dense spiritual restrictions emerged at the bottom of the mountain, carrying with them a powerful power of confinement.

At the same time, his magical powers were displayed, transforming into eight golden dragons, which rushed towards Li Yuan from all directions.

Behind the Lord of Jinhua Mountain was Fang Shangxing who was sitting cross-legged. He was surrounded by clouds and mist, and his aura was rising unsteadily. He was actually trying to break through the ninth level by force!

Just now, when the two of them joined forces, they found that they could only barely match the legendary number one combat force of the Qi Ling Sect.

In addition, the Lord Jingyi of Xueyun Mountain was suppressed again. Under such circumstances, Fang Shangxing could only break through the realm by force in order to break the deadlock.

Facing the golden mountain seal above his head and the golden dragons coming from all directions, Li Yuan snorted coldly, his long hair flying behind him, and the tail of his hair was a hundred feet long, transforming into a group of extremely ferocious ghost generals. The bodies of the ghosts expanded rapidly, and countless evil ghosts took down the golden mountain seal. At the same time, more ghosts faced the nine dragons without fear of life and death.

The golden light of the dragon swept across all the ghosts like a broken bamboo, but hundreds of ghost generals kept transforming into evil ghosts, and Li Yuan's long hair also kept growing ghosts and spirits, turning the strong wind into two colors of gold and black.

Li Yuan stared at the two with his dark pupils, and pushed his magical powers to the limit. He shouted, "Hundreds of ghosts are coming, a hundred thousand ghosts!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her long fluttering hair turned into evil spirits, covering a thousand feet. It was as if there really were a tide of a hundred thousand evil spirits, which annihilated the nine golden dragons in the tide of evil spirits.

The Jinhua Mountain Master's eyes twitched when he saw this scene. He was shocked and said in his heart: "How could he, a true cultivator, have such a deep true essence?"

Just as he was terrified, Fang Shangxing, who had closed his eyes for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes. He stood in front of the Lord of Jinhua Mountain in an instant, and said with an equally grim expression: "He belongs to the Seven Qi, which is different from other sects. As long as there is such Qi in the world, it can be summoned, so it is divided into the Seven Qi and Nine Lights.

The other party must have been accumulating Yin and Dark Qi for many years in preparation for today's battle."

"Then do we still want to fight?" The Jinhua Mountain Lord said solemnly, "Even if I agree to fight for Jiang Yunzhi, I don't want to risk my life here."

"We are all in a high position. Even if we can decide the winner, why worry about our lives?" Fang Shanghua sighed and said, "In this case, go and take down the soul flag at the foot of the mountain. If you want to leave, go ahead."

"Okay, thank you old mountain master for covering for me, I will go and take down the banner myself!" The master of Jinhua Mountain nodded in response, turned around and left.

But he still turned around, glanced at Fang Shangxing, who looked disappointed, and shook his hand and said, "Old Mountain Master, take care!"

After saying this, he turned around and transformed into a ray of golden light, falling into the strong wind and disappeared.

Li Yuan stretched out his hand and waved, and the bone rope crossed the void and instantly pulled towards the Lord of Jinhua Mountain. The opponent's body immediately scattered and turned into golden spots in the sky, avoiding the attack and going to the lower world.

He was about to make a move, but suddenly thick fog rose up from all directions, making it difficult for Li Yuan to see clearly, as if a fog prison had confined him.

Fang Shanghua sighed and said, "Young man, you are extremely talented and have a bright future. Why do you have to cling to such a scourge as Qi Lingmen?"

Li Yuan did not answer him and was too lazy to pay attention to the old Taoist. One hundred thousand ghosts surged and rushed to devour the sea of ​​clouds.

Fang Shangxing laughed when he saw this, “When we were young, who didn’t have great ambitions, to ascend to the throne, to pursue immortality, and to live forever?

But in the end, it is nothing but emptiness. This is true for those who cultivate immortality, and it is also true for ordinary people who pursue fame and fortune.

Daoist friend, I am sorry to have to spend some time with you. This formation base of Sorrow Cloud Mountain must be broken."

Li Yuan ignored the old Taoist's words of emotion. He just swung the bone rope, mobilized all the true energy in his body, and struck down heavily.

"Boom~"

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds collapsed, strong winds blew, and a gap appeared in the cloud prison.

Li Yuan flashed in, and Fang Shangxing behind him just chuckled and stood there, not in a hurry to stop him.

Li Yuan, who flew over the cloud cave, saw himself sinking into another layer of sea of ​​clouds. He could not tell east from west, and everything was white.

"Is this... the Ji Earth Person?"

Li Yuan was surprised.

"Yes, I sacrificed myself with forbidden magic and prayed for the status of Ji Tu. If the time is not right, neither you nor I can leave this vast cloud prison." Fang Shangxing said with a smile: "Ji Tu's way, the magical power [Thousand Prisoners], even if you have hundreds of ghosts and tens of thousands of people, you can't leave my prison for a while.

"

Below, on the Chouyun Mountain, Shenming let out a strange cry and became nervous. It looked at the golden light that was coming through the endless stream of ghosts, and summoned all its demonic power, ready to fight with all its might.

But the golden light arrived in an instant and came to the Thousand Souls Banner. With a turn of magical power, the golden seal suppressed Chen Ming.

The Lord of Jinhua Mountain stretched out his hand and was about to pick it up from mid-air.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the Thousand Souls Banner moved slightly, ghost energy gushed out, and the Lord of Jinhua Mountain was drawn into the ghost fog. He felt his consciousness sinking and then he passed out.

(End of this chapter)