Chapter 2: Qingyun Sect Ancestor
Chapter 2: Qingyun Sect Ancestor
"Open the sect protection formation!"
"Immediately ask for help from the surrounding sects!"
The head of Qingyun Sect, Ping Haoran, had a face as cold as lake water as he calmly issued orders to his disciples.
I saw a layer of green barrier expanding from the void, enveloping the entire Qingyun Sect.
At this point, Ping Haoran finally felt a little relaxed.
He made some hand gestures and automatically floated up into the sky without any wind.
Looking around at the void, I saw dark clouds covering the city.
He couldn't help but frown, and said in a deep voice: "Blood Demon Sect, Ten Thousand Demon Sect? Our Qingyun Sect is really very proud. We can actually attract two of your top demon sects to attack us at the same time."
"You should know that my Qingyun Sect's ancestor is at the Mahayana stage. Aren't you afraid of his revenge?"
Jiang Mincai, the tall and muscular leader of the Wan Yao Sect, smiled grimly and said:
"Ping Haoran, stop bluffing."
"Everyone knows that your Qingyun Sect's ancestor traveled around the world. He must have passed away in some deserted place long ago!"
The Blood Demon Sect leader Kong Hezheng, who was wearing a black coat, had a thin figure and a tumor on the tip of his nose and sneered:
"Even if your ancestor is still alive, what's the point? Don't our Blood Demon Sect and Ten Thousand Demon Sect have ancestors?"
"Unless Patriarch Qingyun can see through life and death and break through to the Mahayana stage, your Qingyun Sect will still be razed to the ground by us."
A trace of shame flashed across Ping Haoran's eyes, and he couldn't help but clench his teeth.
Thousands of years have passed since Patriarch Qingyun went out to travel around the world, but he has never contacted the sect.
People in their sect often suspected that the ancestor had not been able to make a breakthrough and had passed away due to his long life.
Now that the sect is facing a life-and-death crisis, they have already used all possible means of contact to contact Patriarch Qingyun, but there has been no response.
"Even though there is no ancestor in my Qingyun Sect, it is not something that you demons can bully."
Ping Haoran felt a flash of despair, but looking at the eager eyes of the many disciples in front of him, he said excitedly: "All disciples, listen to my order, form the Qingyun Sword Formation, and let these demon cultivators see the style of our Qingyun Sect cultivators."
"I will follow the master's orders!"
At the same time, the angry shouts of thousands of disciples in Qingyun Sect rang out at the same time, as if they were acting as a whole.
"Swipe!"
The sharp swords in their hands were unsheathed at the same time, dancing in the sky like dragons. With the soft hum of the swords, a huge sword formation was formed.
A huge green cloud condensed and formed, carrying an unparalleled murderous intent and rushed towards the demon cultivator in the sky.
Faced with the sword formation formed by thousands of elite disciples of Qingyun Sect, the hot-tempered Jiang Mincai did not dare to challenge the tiger directly and hid behind the disciples of Wan Yao Sect.
He grinned and said, "You raise troops for a thousand days and deploy them for a moment. Is Qingyun Sect the only one that has this formation? Boys, attack!"
At his command, thousands of cultivators carrying demon pets rushed out from the Wan Yao Sect, forming a bloody formation of ten thousand beasts, which suddenly collided with the Qingyun Sword Formation.
"Boom!" Accompanied by a loud bang, sword energy rang out, monsters howled, and broken limbs and blood flew all over the sky.
Once contact was made, the disciples of Wan Yao Sect suffered heavy losses, with most of them killed.
"Hiss! It's worthy of being the famous Qingyun Sword Formation." Jiang Mincai's eyes flashed with a hint of taboo, and he turned his head to Kong Hezheng who was watching the excitement next to him and said coldly: "We agreed to attack Qingyun Sect together, how long do you want to stand by and watch?"
"Don't be impatient, young people just can't keep their cool." Kong Hezheng waved his hand and said to his disciples with a sinister look:
"The Ten Thousand Demons Sect has already taken action, and we, the Blood Demon Sect, cannot stand to be inferior to them!" In an instant, countless Blood Demon Sect disciples came out in full force, and they all turned into a pool of condensed liquid that merged into a raging river of blood, pouring towards the Qingyun Sword Formation.
The air was suddenly filled with a foul smell of decay, and even the bright and dazzling sword light of the Qingyun Sword Sect gradually became dim under the filth of the blood river.
Countless disciples died one after another. They were once the elites and heritage that Qingyun Sect was proud of.
Everyone knew that after they all died, Qingyun Sect would be like a tiger with its teeth and claws pulled out, and would only be heading towards destruction in the constant erosion.
A trace of heartache and despair flashed across Ping Haoran's eyes. He didn't expect that the sword formation that Qingyun Sect was most proud of could be broken so easily.
"Does this mean that from today on, the legacy of our ancestors will be cut off by me?"
He turned his head away in sorrow, not daring to look at the heroic scene before him.
He said to the elders beside him: "I will remove the sect protector later, you take the opportunity to escape!"
"Even if only one disciple survives, it means that the inheritance of my Qingyun Sect has not been cut off."
"Master! Let me cover the rear!" Countless elders volunteered.
Ping Haoran waved his hand and said, "Haven't you noticed yet? The two from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Sect haven't made a move yet. They are just guarding against me."
"They are all strong men in the Fusion Realm, and I am the only one who is also a strong man in the Fusion Realm who is involved in some matters."
"Everyone, the future of Qingyun Sect is in your hands!"
After saying this, Ping Haoran soared into the sky amid the grief-stricken and admiring gazes of many elders and disciples, thinking of the two leaders of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect and the Blood Demon Sect approaching rapidly.
"Oh? Ping Haoran, how come you, an old man, even withdrew the sect protection formation? Have you figured it out and are ready to surrender?"
Jiang Min said proudly as he watched the sect protection formation wrapped around Qingfeng Mountain being torn away.
But Kong Zhenghe was an old and shrewd man. After observing carefully, his expression suddenly changed drastically and he shouted:
"Idiot, can't you see? That fool is going to die with us!"
At this time, Ping Haoran's body was already infinitely close to the two of them, and the violent spiritual power was uncontrollably emanating from his body.
It was obvious that he was about to die and hundreds of years of cultivation would be wasted in one move, but there was no fear in his eyes, instead, there was a hint of relief.
"Ancestor, Master, your unworthy disciple Ping Haoran is here to see you!"
"Ding!" At this moment, accompanied by a crisp ringtone, this world seemed to have pressed the pause button.
The flying birds are still in the sky and the leaves are swaying and stopping.
Everyone was horrified to find that their bodies could not move at all and the only part of their bodies that could move was the consciousness in their minds.
At this moment, a delicate and exquisite doll suddenly appeared in the void holding a string of brass bells.
Qin Baiqing patted Ping Haoran on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Life is so beautiful, but you are so irritable. This is not good."
For a moment, a hint of embarrassment and shock flashed in everyone's eyes. After all, Ping Haoran had white hair and beard, and it was unknown how many hundreds of years old he was.
Now he is being scolded by a cute little girl, which is really ridiculous.
Ping Haoran forced himself to open his mouth slowly, and couldn't help asking: "Excuse me, who are you, senior?"
Qin Baiqing pouted her chubby lips and said proudly: "I have some relationship with Qingyun Sect!"
Ping Haoran immediately became excited, "Could it be that the senior is the legendary Qingyun Patriarch?"
(End of this chapter)