The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 72 The last time

"It's just the change of things, the rise and fall are all empty." The Lord of Beicang Mountain said with some emotion: "We must learn from the rise and fall of the past and examine the gains and losses of the present.

Otherwise, who knows, Qi Ling today and Ling Long in the future. "

"You old Taoist, are you still feeling melancholy?" The Nanxu Mountain Master laughed and said, "The ancestor is above, even if he is the rosy glow of the world, shining forever in the sky. How can you compare with him?"

The two were discussing the future in the strong wind, while in the world beneath them, the colors of gold and red shone brightly, and four magical powers suppressed the large array of spirits.

The spring rain continued, and the magic power was not displayed. The spirit of the formation was worn out again and again, and the pale yellow light curtain was like an old broken stone, facing the wind and rain, and was about to fall apart.

Li Yuanqiang endured the backlash of his magical powers and withstood the power of the four people's magical powers, so that the large formation could be less stressed and last longer.

In Fengxian Square, Wang Lengchan stared at the sky with an unwavering gaze, his eyes full of sadness. Even if the ancestor could hold on for another three to five days, what would it matter?
The great formation will eventually be broken, and the ancestor's magical powers will eventually run out.

Qi Ling Sect was in a desperate situation, with no power to regenerate and no one to help them. How long they could hold out was not the key, but whether they could force the Tongshan Wang Clan to retreat.

But obviously, this is impossible!

The spring rain is falling all over the mountain. It feels warm on the body but cold in the heart.

Wang Lengchan knelt down and bowed, saying loudly: "Disciple begs, the ancestor fled far away, please preserve a line of inheritance for our ancestors!"

His loud shout made everyone feel confused and the wind and rain suddenly became more severe.

Zhang Qi also knelt in the wind and rain, letting the rain soak his shirt. He also shouted, "Disciple begs, Master, please flee far away! Leave Qi Ling a chance to live!"

In the gloomy rain, Cui Huaiqiu also said loudly: "Disciple is incompetent and unable to protect the sect. But please flee far away, so that our ancestors will not be disgraced and their inheritance will not be cut off!"

All the deacons of Qifeng and some white-haired elders of Lingfeng knelt in the heavy rain and begged the ancestor to flee far away.

They can die, the mountain gate can be broken, and the secret treasure can disappear.

But the inheritance cannot be broken!

Even if thousands of disciples from the Qi Ling Sect died.

But as long as the true practice still exists, it means there is no end!
In this cold rain, Xiao Yunyu seemed to see the spirit tablets of the ancestors of Qi Ling Sect drifting in the wind and rain of the years, sacrificing themselves for the sect and spreading the doctrine with their lives. He was somewhat shocked and said, "Is this the inheritance?
There are truly disciples in this world who are willing to sacrifice their lives just to carry out the wishes of their ancestors.

It's ridiculous that they have practiced for decades and claim to be smart, but they are willing to sacrifice their lives for this so-called small sect. Even though I think they are stupid, I have to respect them a little bit. "

Above the sky, Li Yuan's heart was burning. As the ancestor of a sect, one day he would be advised like this by his disciples. It was not because the disciples were useless, but because he, the ancestor, was incompetent!
Li Yuan slowly closed his eyes. For the first time, he felt an inexplicable emotion towards Qi Lingmen. Regardless of his feelings, he only asked Qi Ling.

Li Yuan in the Wanmu Realm also realized for the first time that the Dharmakaya had developed an emotion and thought that he could not control. From then on, the Dharmakaya Li Yuan was the real ancestor Li Yuan!

And he, Li Yuan, is just Taoist Li Yuan.

On the top of the Qi Ling Peak, where the rain is heavy and the wind is strong, an old man walked to the top of the peak in the rain and stood next to the ancient bell that has been hanging on the peak for three thousand years.

Deacon Gu, who was once Elder Gu, was named Gu Lu. He raised his palms and slammed them heavily on the bronze bell.

"Dang~"

The deep sound of the ancient bell vibrated, transmitted in the mountain wind and rain, echoed among the mountains, and shook the hearts of the disciples.

"Dang~"

"Dang~"

"Dang~"

The sound of the bell became more and more urgent, and Gu Wei clapped his hands faster and faster. The bell rang three times, twelve times, forty-nine times...

The bells continued to vibrate, layer by layer, until the eightieth layer.

The hearts of the disciples who were counting the bells stopped beating, and they waited breathlessly for the final strike.

The bells rang for nine times, and a catastrophe struck, bringing destruction to the entire mountain and family!

Gu Di raised his bloody hands high up. Even though he was panting, his old eyes were still bright and he slammed the 81st bell hard!
"Dang~"

Suddenly, a magnificent sound emanated from the ancient golden bell, shaking thousands of mountains and startling all the birds and beasts. The mountaintops shook and rose up, raising their peaks hundreds of feet into the sky.

On the tops of the mountains, the dark yellow gathered and formed illusory shadows. They stood high on the peaks. Some were big, some were small, some were illusory like the wind, and some were solid like clouds. Some were old, some were young, some were elder, and some were younger. There were seventeen figures standing on the seventeen peaks. Their eyes were like rainbows, and they all looked at the four people outside the formation.

"This is..." Wang Xuanyi seemed to remember something, and suddenly shouted in horror: "Weiyang ordered this, this is the method of being careful! Retreat quickly!" But it seemed to be a little too late. The seventeen masters of the Qi Ling Sect, who had inherited more than 3,800 years of heritage, all used up the last magical power they left in this world.

Each of the seventeen peaks is the last magical power left behind when they died of old age. They borrowed the power of Weiyang and kept it on the peaks, waiting for a day thousands of years later, when the sect is truly extinct, the world is dead and there is no way out, the ancestors will protect the mountain gate's inheritance for the last time.

There is no way out in the nine heavens and ten earths, only after thousands of generations can we meet again!

The dazzling light of the Earth of Wei shines, the sky and the earth are clear, and the magical powers of the seventeen ancestors once again open up a new path for the younger generations out of despair!

Seventeen magical powers merged into Weiyang, and the mysterious realm reappeared, covering the four people who were fleeing in fear. Where there were hills, there was Weiyang.

In the distance, eighteen giant pillars of divine fire rose up into the sky. The fire refined the heat of Yin Li and transformed it into the life of Jia wood, forming a maple forest with fallen leaves as red as blood, dyeing the whole place red.

“Wang Mingyuan! He is here as expected!” In the strong wind layer, the male master of the Xu Mountain had a gleam in his eyes and exclaimed: “As expected of him, Wang Mingyuan, the true fire of [Zhenli Chengfeng] combines the Yin of Li fire and transforms Jiamu into life. The meeting of Changfeng True Fire and Weiyang Shangfa is truly rare in a thousand years.

We are considered to be blessed people!"

“Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect the Qi Ling Sect to be so tenacious. A hundred generations of insects, dead but alive.” The Lord of Bei Cang Mountain smiled and nodded, “But it is true that it is a blessing for us to be able to see Wei Yang Shang Fa.

After all, this method is the unique method taught by the Immortal Wei Tu. Among the Immortal’s methods, the only one among the Wei Tu methods in the Southern Absolute Hundred Daos is this one.”

Li Yuan on the light curtain of the big formation was also looking at the scene in astonishment. The magical powers of the seventeen ancestors combined with the Weiyang method met with the true fire magical power of the ancestor of the Wang family. The Wei earth can hide the dry ground, and the storehouse of earth and wood can restrain the magical power of the ancestor of the Wang family.

However, the seventeen ancestors controlled different levels of realms, and because a long time had passed, the power of some of their magical powers had dissipated a lot.

This Weiyang Image is not as powerful as the one displayed by Patriarch Wang Xun last time with his Golden Elixir status, but it is a true person's lineage after all. As the two competed, they suppressed Wang Mingyuan's eighteen divine fire pillars.

But among the four people in Weiyang Realm, Wang Qianli was the most valued and protected by Ancestor Wang, and he was only seriously injured.

But Wang Xuanyi and Wang Xuanchang were unable to take care of anything. Their tendons and veins were corroded by the power of Wei Tu. Even if they managed to survive, their spiritual energy might be suppressed by Wei Tu, ruining their lifelong path.

As for Wang Xuanli, his situation was even worse.

He had just achieved foundation building and had not yet made a transformation. Even though he was on the edge of the Profound Realm and escaped at the fastest speed, his body was still destroyed, leaving only a bit of his soul deposited in the magical red lotus and escaping.

The body is gone. Even if one finds a suitable body to regenerate, it would be difficult to maintain the realm of true cultivation in this lifetime, let alone improve one's cultivation.

Qi Ling Gate is surrounded by mountains, and the figures of the ancestors protect the younger generations. Although they are illusory and ethereal, they can gather everyone's strength and unite.

Li Yuan saw the figure of ancestor Wang Xun again. The magical powers of Fuhu Palace and other ancestors were blooming together, competing with the true cultivator who had achieved the ninth level of perfection.

With his own strength, he resisted the magical powers of seventeen true cultivators. Even though they were dead, he was still terrifyingly powerful.

Wang Mingyuan looked at the seventeen figures with a solemn gaze. The true fire under his feet surged and transformed into huge fire pythons, devouring the magical powers bit by bit.

Wei Yang Shang Fa's magical power gradually dissipated, but the powerful aura on Wang Mingyuan's body was also slowly fading.

Even though he has achieved perfection in his practice and can be considered a half-step Jindan Zhenren, he is not a Zhenren after all.

When the sky cleared on the second day, the souls and magical powers of the seventeen ancestors all dissipated and scattered between heaven and earth along with the morning light.

Wang Mingyuan, a true cultivator who had reached the perfect ninth level, stood up again with a pale face, and he activated the eighteen divine fire pillars with dim spiritual light again, placing them on the Thousand Puppets Formation.

The divine fire was reignited, and the light curtain of the formation was burning and cracks appeared. The formation spirit was trapped in the true fire and wailed in pain. The disciples of the Qi Ling Sect, who had originally risen with hope, fell into despair again.

Wang Mingyuan looked at Li Yuan in the formation with his calm eyes and said, "As long as you hand over the spiritual object, I will retreat immediately and never touch Qi Lingmen again!

Otherwise, your Qiling Sect will be destroyed today!"

Li Yuan's eyes were firm and indifferent, and he replied without emotion: "I said, no means no.

You are a true cultivator, but you are being plotted against by others without knowing it. If there is such a spiritual object, how can I not hand it over? If the Wang family insists on doing it, I am afraid that they will be plotted against by others and will never recover! "

"Young man, now that I have come in person, the great formation can be broken, and the legacy of our ancestors has been exhausted, what can you, a mere first-level cultivator, rely on? How can you defend yourself?"

Wang Mingyuan stood on the tall pillar of divine fire, his deep eyes looking down at him, his tone gradually colder, and he continued: "If you continue to be stubborn, when the formation is broken, the mountains and rivers will be stained with blood, and Qi Ling will be cut off!"

The golden sun in the sky gradually shone over the mountains, dispelling the fog. The bright morning light illuminated his face. Li Yuan closed his eyes and said solemnly, "Even though I am at the end of my rope, I still have a life.

Although I have a short life and little magical power, as long as I dare to sacrifice my life and can injure the Nine-turn Upper Level, it is enough!
The blood can be shed and the body can die.

I only hope that the inheritance will continue and Qi Ling will live forever."

(End of this chapter)