The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 198 Laurel Green Shirt
Wang Zhaoxin stood in the front among the crowd of Wang family disciples, staring at the many elders on the altar. She was shocked that these elders who usually fought for profit and power were willing to sacrifice their lives for the sect!

"Is this the clan inheritance?" Wang Chaoxin looked at the many old men on the stage with a confused look.

Behind him, there was a commotion and everyone stepped back.

Wang Zhaoxin turned around to look, but couldn't help being surprised. He was as surprised as many other disciples and descendants of the Wang family.

On the withered and yellow steps, there were pairs of shoes, some big, some small, some decorated with gold threads, but a pair of dusty bare feet stood out among the crowd.

The Wang family disciples on both sides consciously stepped aside, creating a wide path in the crowd. Wherever the man passed, all the disciples bowed.

Wang Zhaoxin's eyes were filled with surprise as she saw the old patriarch return.

Moreover, he appeared before everyone with a truly cultivated body.

It’s just that the former patriarch Wang was so intimidating without even getting angry that all the disciples in the clan respected him.

But the Wang Qinding before them, who had clearly already broken through to true cultivation, made the disciples' hearts tremble slightly.

It was because his hair was disheveled, he was barefoot and wearing linen clothes, his eyes had no pupils, his tears and blood had not yet dried, and his ears were covered with dense forbidden words as if they had been burned by fire.

He held a tray in one hand, and on the tray was his pupil, which was bloodshot and moving strangely. Wherever he passed, the disciples of the Wang family bowed respectfully and dared not look at him.

On the altar, more than 300 members of the Wang family turned around and saw the old patriarch who was blind and deaf. Every old man couldn't hold back his tears.

There was silence all around, except for the rolling of the dark clouds in the sky. A thousand-foot-long mysterious light rose from the distant Chouyun Mountain. The howling of wronged souls and evil spirits outside the mountain came into everyone's ears with the mountain wind, shaking the hearts of every disciple of the Wang family.

Wang Fengyun in the crowd secretly raised his head and looked at the strange scene in front of him. Under the dark sky, the elders who were usually kind and amiable, or strict and loving, or cunning and treacherous, all had solemn expressions, and a hint of black air appeared on their foreheads.

Wang Fengyun couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He didn't know whether this strange vision could be seen by everyone or only by him. But this was obviously not a good sign.

A ray of auspicious light fell from the sky, it was Wang Chaochen who had just broken through the realm not long ago.

Looking at the old patriarch in such a state, he couldn't help but feel distressed, and said, "Old patriarch! Why do you have to do this!"

Wang Qinding grinned, with blood flowing from the corners of his eyes again, looking very scary. He did not move the hands that supported his pupils. He only slowly raised his right hand, stood on the last step in front of the altar, and slowly waved his hand at Wang Chaochen who was on the long steps.

The inheritance between the old and the young, the continuation of the torch, are all in this silent gaze.

There was silence all around. Wang Chaochen stood blankly on the long steps. On both sides of him, there were younger generations of the Wang family kneeling on the ground, but he was the only one standing alone without bowing. He could see the elders of the clan standing on the altar on the top of the mountain, with a sudden cold wind blowing, and the corners of their clothes were fluttering.

"Dang~"

The Qi Ling golden bell rang, one sound after another, the wind and clouds changed, the birds were startled, the floating clouds were not the same as the thousands of mountains, the mountain mist was dark and the sound was confusing.

The bell rang eighty-one times; life and death depended on this moment.

In the Mingyue Qi Realm, formations began to operate. Qi Ling's disciples and the elders who practiced true cultivation no longer hesitated and activated the formation with all their strength. Thousands of mountains were covered with wind and snow, and the two poles were connected for thousands of miles.

The sound of the golden bell spread across the mountaintops. The mountains transformed by the ancestors seemed to have spirits. In the sound of the wind and the tone of the bell, they silently watched their disciples thousands of years later.

On top of Qifeng Mountain, more than 300 old men raised their wrists and cut their arms. Drops of blood spilled onto the altar and flowed onto the intricate stone patterns. The ancient altar began to gradually turn blood red.

Wang Chaochen looked at this scene, his eyes blurred. He knelt down and bowed loudly: "Farewell to all the elders of our clan! Farewell to the old clan leader!"

The disciples who knelt down followed suit and bowed: "Farewell to all the elders of our clan! Farewell to the old clan leader!"

"Om~"

The ancient stone tablet shook, and the blood of more than 300 descendants of the Wang family merged into the altar. Even though Wang Qinding, who was kneeling in the front, was blind and deaf, his being a true cultivator did not affect his movements.

His pupils were presented in front of him, three secret incense sticks were lit, and curls of green smoke rose with the wind. His clothes were taken off, and his body was covered with dense Tianqi secret spells. Wang Qinding opened his throat with difficulty, and the turbid and hoarse voice was like the whisper of an ancient god.

He bowed three times and kowtowed, murmuring softly.

"I will sacrifice my body and pray to the heavens for a word, so that Qi Ling can ascend to the throne!"

Behind him, more than 300 old men followed in unison, knelt down in the blood, and said, "I will sacrifice my body and ask the heavens for a word, so that Qi Ling can ascend to the throne!"

Dense and ancient spells were chanted, and white light gradually flickered on the ancient stone. A hazy white light emerged, staring at all the True Men of Qi Ling Sect, and even the True Lords were staring at them intently.

A white light rose into the sky, and more than 300 old men who had touched the ground with their heads down left silently at some point. The leader, Wang Qinding, even turned into a ball of water mist and disappeared.

Only the blood that has not yet dried up connects the mountains, rivers and the land. The mountain towers transformed by Qi Ling's ancestors are once again connected with the blood of their descendants. Swans fly up between the mountains, white sparrows fly into the sky, blue birds sing, black crows fill the sky, and hundreds of birds sing in the sky.

……

At the border of the Fantasy Sea Mirage, twenty-four ancient bridges stretch from east to west, connecting the sky and the earth, separating the mountains and rivers.

On the long bridge, Han Yu stood with a flute in his hand, looking back to the south. When he saw the rising white light, he sighed in his heart, but he did not move.

In the north, blood mist surged and bones were scattered all over the ground.

Ye Xian stood hesitantly in the darkness, surrounded by thousands of white bones. He looked at the true cultivator and was somewhat undecided.

In the Blood Demon Sect, True Man Jiuyou looked at the southern sky and stepped into the ninth heaven.

But as soon as he entered the Ninth Heaven, he saw long bridges in the lower world connecting things. The man standing on the bridge was looking at him indifferently, raising his eyebrows and whispering, "Fall."

The next moment, Master Jiuyou's heart trembled and he appeared under the bridge.

He looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help but hurriedly said respectfully: "Greetings, sir!"

Han Yu stared at him condescendingly, expressionless and said: "At this moment, none of you can pass."

Jiuyou Zhenren's expression changed slightly, but he did not dare to refute, and whispered: "Yes! Sir!"

Han Yu looked towards the south and said leisurely: "Shaoyin stands in the south, Taiyin stands in the north. The long bridge blocks the way, and the east and west are at peace.

I can only help you so far."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright moon hung high in the sky, and a white moon cold palace hung high in the sky. There was a tree called osmanthus, and under its branches there was the human world.

When Han Yu saw this scene, he gently pushed the flute in his hand. The moonlight accompanied the flute and went south with the wind to Qi Ling.

He then stepped onto the branch, the golden leaves shone brightly, the silver light flickered, Han Yu held his sleeves and walked on the white moon-covered branch, climbed to the ninth heaven, looked back to the south, and murmured: "I hope to meet again, and I hope to return to Qi Ling."

As soon as the words fell, the golden branch ascended to the sky, the green shirt left the moon, above the bright moon, the cold palace was quiet and peaceful, and the golden toad stood on its back.

The moon rabbit was running, the golden osmanthus was blooming, and the heaven and the earth were separated forever. Seeing this scene, Chen Guan looked at the Qi Ling Sect's ancestral hall for a long time, his palms unconsciously clenched, looking at the thousands of lights in front of the hall, the incense and candles filling the room, and knelt down and said: "Ancestors, the survival of Qi Ling depends on this day! Please bless me!"

When human power is exhausted, ants can only seek help from ghosts and gods.

In the south, in the Eclipse Cave, Master Hongyin saw the rising light of Xuanming and stepped out quickly. The poisonous fog of Yin Gu rose up and headed northward towards Qi Ling.

He even came in person and rushed to Qi Ling.

But when the endless stream of poisonous insects arrived, a flute floated quietly on the Yinque Mountain, and the light of Shaoyin shone brilliantly, expelling all the poisonous insects out.

"Shaoyin!"

Master Hongyin was startled, looking at the scene of thousands of crows flying into the sky, "What a Shaoyin cultivator, borrowing the power of Taiyin and Shaoyin to protect the sect's lineage.

Being so ostentatious, it is impossible for it to last in the mortal world. If it were any other sect, I might still accept it, but it is absolutely impossible for Xuanming Yinqi to exist!"

……

On the Chouyun Mountain, Li Yuan was high in the sky, looking at the thousands of miles of Qi Ling mountains, the tens of millions of mortals, and the tens of thousands of cultivators in the mountains, all of whom were in the same situation.

When the golden osmanthus branches rose in the north, even though he was a cold-hearted person, he was still touched.

On top of Qifeng Mountain, hundreds of members of the Wang family offered their lives as a sacrifice to the heavens. They had once sacrificed a Yuanshui Zhenxiu, and now they were sacrificing another Yuanshui Zhenxiu.

A ripple arose in Li Yuan's heart. This emotion touched his heartstrings and aroused his soul. He seemed to understand human emotions, blood inheritance, and clan continuation. It was so sad, but it was the seven emotions and six desires that the true gods in heaven would not have.

"Quack gua gua~"

The sound of crows cawing was heard in the distance. Chenming spread its wings, and all the crows were attracted by it. The dead spirits gathered together, and the Qi realm of heaven and earth was formed.

Nature, fate, and destiny, at this moment, Li Yuan is complete.

I don’t know how many people are waiting, whether good or evil, but his path has been paved.

Li Yuan raised his voice and said: "I, Li Yuan, have been practicing Taoism for more than 300 years. I have ascended to the throne of Xuanming with my magical power [Hundred Ghosts Subduing the Netherworld]!"

However, there was no response from the mysterious person between heaven and earth, and there was nothing above the nine heavens. Without the person's response, there would naturally be no way to ascend to the heavenly path, and it was impossible for him to wait for it with his true cultivation.

Li Yuan was not surprised to see this scene, he had expected it. If the status of Xuanming Yinqi was so easy to obtain, he would not have been so rare.

He used his powerful true energy to activate his supernatural powers, and tens of thousands of ghosts and spirits were attracted by it. The evil ghosts rushed to gather into a mountain, one after another, ten feet high.

There is no way to ascend to heaven on the Xuanming Road, so he uses evil ghosts as stones and ghosts as steps.

Ghosts pile up like mountains, and evil creatures pile up on the steps.

There was no such mysterious road in the world, so he created one himself!

The former Thousand Souls Banner has now become the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, inserted diagonally into the earth, with the Ghost Mountain Yin Yin right behind it, and evil spirits and evil creatures scramble to climb up to the nine heavens.

A thousand-foot-long ghost road connects heaven and earth, and the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling can be heard for thousands of miles.

Deep in the land of the former Nanjue Island, the sealed tombs of beast souls were all activated by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the ghost beasts rushed in from all directions to build this mysterious road together.

All the Jindan Zhenren in Nanjue Continent were quite surprised that someone dared to ascend to the throne with such an extremely yin and evil thing. This was undoubtedly a way of ascending to the throne by taking shortcuts.

However, the Xuanming entity is hidden between heaven and earth, and there is no reincarnation entity to help and guide it. This is the only way for all living beings to ascend to the throne.

These living beings are not only the true cultivators who have no protection from any real power, but also Qi Lingliyuan who ascended the throne today.

Li Yuan looked up at the road of ghosts and evil spirits that stretched for thousands of miles. He stepped forward resolutely!

With every step he took, there were ghosts and evil spirits under his feet. The ferocity of these ghosts and the resentment of the wronged souls filled his mind.

But Li Yuan remained unmoved and climbed up step by step. Thousands of ghosts and evil spirits were howling on the road, trying to drive Li Yuan off the road.

But Li Yuan's character was extremely vicious after experiencing thousands of battles.

What's more, he was originally born from Li Yuan's purest evil and was a vicious ghost. How could he be afraid of these little ghosts?
All the Qi Ling Sect disciples were eagerly waiting, staring intently at the figure in the sky, watching him step up into the sky step by step and enter the strong wind layer.

The faith of all the people in Qi Ling is concentrated on this path to the throne. Among the thousands of wronged souls and evil spirits, there are even some who are transformed from their Qi Ling disciples.

For more than four thousand three hundred years and twenty generations, the ancestors of Qi Lingmen have been waiting for this day!
In the Wuxianggu Land, True Man Jiuyou stood in front of Ye Xian and asked in a cold voice: "Are you going to fight or not?

If we continue to hesitate, once this boy becomes successful, you and I will be restrained by him everywhere. Let alone fighting for the truth, we may even be unable to protect ourselves one day!"

Ye Xian frowned, thought for a long time, and finally nodded slowly and said: "Okay!"

Above the nine heavens in the north, two real people showed up and activated their positions. The position of the Heavenly Demon and the position of the True Bone all appeared. All the evil spirits and ghosts in the entire Nanjue Continent were drawn by them and rushed madly to the north.

Li Yuan, who was about to ascend the throne, was shocked. He looked at the ghosts leaving in all directions, and he knew that there must be a real person who took away the evil spirits.

But now, he is halfway to the throne and he absolutely cannot stop!
Li Yuan's long hair fluttered, and one ghost after another transformed into a hundred feet tall, continuing on the Heavenly Road. He continued to ascend step by step towards the position of Xuanming.

Even though Xuanming is not visible at the moment, once he ascends to the ninth heaven, he will be able to directly sense the status with his supernatural powers and still achieve the golden elixir.

Li Yuan climbed up the road step by step, enduring the pain of thousands of ghosts gnawing at his heart and eating his soul before setting off into the sky.

But even so, when he was halfway there, there were no more ghosts and evil spirits to use. Li Yuan frowned and stopped at the sky, looking around to see that there were no more ghosts and evil spirits, and hesitated for a moment.

"Cuck!"

At this moment, a crow cried out, and it was Chen Ming flying over. The crow cried, "It seems that I, the ancestor, can finally use my skills!"

Li Yuan frowned upon hearing this and said, "How can you help? Go down."

Shen Ming glared at him in dissatisfaction, "Just watch!"

As it spoke, it spread its wings, and its body swelled a hundred feet, becoming a giant crow like a black phoenix. When it spread its wings, endless croaking sounds filled the sky and earth.

However, in the lower world, there were countless black spots like falling rain, from the ground to the sky, and countless crows flew over, forming a crow bridge in the strong wind.

Thousands of black feathers and crows crying in the dark finally completed the last section of the road to the throne!
Li Yuan couldn't help but be moved when he saw this scene, because in the strong wind layer, the hurricane was so fierce that it blew the crows' feathers off like black snow, and the evil spirits and ghosts piled up like mountains.

Because of its nickname, [Ten thousand crows falling feathers, ghosts howling in the mountain of corpses]!
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