Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

In the Mingying Hall, the jade plaque in the middle of the bottom row with the word "Qing Cang" engraved on it is emitting a gleaming spiritual light.

Dehong looked over with his hands on his chest, looking anxious.

Half an hour ago, when the Fairy Spirit Stone was boiling hot, Patriarch Qingcang called him back to Mingying Hall alone, saying that he had something important to handle.

Destroy all the mountains and rivers!
This was originally a task given by the ancestor to his master, but for some reason the master did not follow the ancestor's instructions.However, the ancestor made it clear that the Mountains and Rivers Vientiane Disk is of great importance. Destroying the Vientiane Disk will not only eliminate the hidden dangers of the Lingxiao Sect, but also make the Demon Lord, whom he now regards as a thorn in his side, disappear from this world forever.

Kill two birds with one stone.

No, it should kill three birds with one stone.

Ancestor Qingcang promised him that after completing this task, he would personally transfer a ray of immortal energy into his body after the opening sermon.

A breath of immortal energy can be worth at least three dozen years of hard work.

It can also help him resist the tribulation thunder.

By then, his cultivation level will probably surpass that of his master, Daoming, and he will become the well-deserved person with the highest cultivation level in the Lingxiao Sect, and even in the entire cultivation world!
These imaginative thoughts made Dehong's heart feel hot.

The blood spurting out now is like a basin of cold water being poured down on his head.

The gentle aura exuded by the ancestor's jade tablet suddenly changed, and a sharp pressure pressed on his shoulders, making his chest feel more and more stuffy.

Sect Master Dehong lowered his head slightly, looking increasingly worried.

He must have done things poorly and angered the ancestor!

"That's all, you've done your best, there's no need to blame yourself."

The sharp aura suddenly appeared, and then quickly dissipated, becoming peaceful again, as if the heavy pressure on his shoulders just now was just Dehong's illusion.

Dehong raised his head in confusion, and then heard the voice of Patriarch Qing Cang continue to sound on the jade tablet.

"You can take this fairy stone and refine it to relieve your injuries."

"in addition……"

Ancestor Qingcang seemed to ponder for a moment, and after some careful consideration, he spoke again, "The date for the opening of the sermon can be earlier. That Demon Lord can command monsters and is a big threat to you. If the strength of each sect can be If you improve, you can deal with it more calmly."

The gleaming spiritual light emanating from the jade plaque was like a big hand gently caressing his body. Dehong couldn't think of any disobedience in his heart. He only felt that what Patriarch Qingcang said was very reasonable.

The ancestor worked really hard for these juniors in the lower realm.

The respectful look on his face became a little deeper. Dehong endured the pain in his heart and bowed devoutly to his head.

The luster on the jade plate disappeared, and the Mingying Hall returned to calm again.

At the same time, in a fairy palace shrouded in clouds, a man wearing a moon-white fairy robe and a handsome face slapped the handrail beside him hard.

The white jade seat armrests carved with crane patterns instantly developed a crack.

Another man in white sitting opposite him smiled and said, "Why bother venting your anger on this chair?"

The handsome man who smashed the chair raised his right palm, and a white breath came out of his palm, which adhered to the crack just shot. The three-foot-long crack began to slowly smooth out, and after a few breaths, it returned to the original state. , no trace of the previous one can be seen anymore.

The man raised his head and said angrily, "Master, please stop making sarcastic remarks here. Although the four divine beasts are in decline now, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. If you really want them to come to your door, you can pick yourselves off." I have to be clean, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to escape their wrath.”

Who made him the last person in the sect to ascend?
The four divine beasts can't do anything to the Human Immortal Sect, but if they really come to ask for an explanation, he, a "junior", will most likely be taken out to blame.

If not, he wouldn't bother to contact the lower world.As early as when Dehong called his name in Mingying Palace, he would pretend not to hear!
The man in white sitting opposite Qing Cang saw his expression changing again and again. He chuckled. When he saw him glaring at him, he stopped his smile and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, we have invited the formation of Rakshasa Palace." Once the division comes, we can set up a large formation in nine days at most."

"Nine more days?" Qing Cang frowned slightly.

The upper and lower bounds have different time flow rates, and the specific differences vary according to different realms.

The difference in time flow rate between the upper realm and the realm where Lingxiao Sect comes from is about three times.

In other words, one day in the upper world and three days in the lower world.By the time the Rakshasa Hall's formation failed and he was able to open the forum to preach, 27 days had passed in the lower realm, which was not much different from the one-month period agreed upon in the first place.

"Is it too late?"

The mountains and rivers are not destroyed. If the people inside escape and really get in touch with the four divine beasts in the upper world...

"No need to worry." The man in white opposite Qing Cang smiled contemptuously.

This smile was not directed at Qingcang.

It was aimed at the "people from the lower world" they were discussing at this time.

In the eyes of them who have been ascending for a long time, both the Venerable Hedao and the Qi Lian child are just ants.

"Those people are nothing to worry about. When the Rakshasa Palace formation is set up, you can separate a ray of spiritual consciousness from the lower realm and let them act according to your arrangements."

"The whole realm will cease to exist by then, and even if the four divine beasts hear something, they won't be able to verify it. Without evidence, they can't touch the Immortal Temple, let alone us."

"Yes." Qing Cang's frown finally relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing the same contemptuous smile as the man opposite.

But how could an ant be worth his trouble?
On the contrary, it was a bargain for his disciple and grandson who was separated by countless generations, and he got a high-quality fairy spirit stone for free.

...

There was a sudden spin, and the surrounding golden light disappeared, replaced by dark clouds and looming thunder between the clouds.

They returned to the Nine Heavens Thunder Formation.

Yu Xi raised his eyes and looked forward. Patriarch Daoyuan was standing three steps in front of them. His figure was slightly swaying and crumbling, and he was obviously exhausted.

And the plate of mountains and rivers originally controlled by Ancestor Daoming was now in his hands. On the jade tablet, there was a long and narrow crack one foot long, and the crack had a tendency to expand.

Just by looking at this, you can guess that this mountain, river, and everything is on the verge of fragmentation and will not last long.

Yu Xi couldn't help but take a breath of air. If Patriarch Daoyuan hadn't called them out in time, what would have happened to them when the Vientiane Disk was completely shattered?

The breath of Patriarch Daoyuan is already very weak.

Without thinking too much, Yu Xi hurriedly stepped forward and held his arm.

Chang Hui leaned over almost at the same time, held the other arm of Patriarch Daoyuan, and said worriedly, "Master..."

Yu Xi noticed that blood was dripping from the corner of Patriarch Daoyuan's mouth. He quickly raised his hand, put his palm on Patriarch Daoyuan's vest, and exerted a trace of the power of the blue dragon.

"Your Majesty, don't waste your energy on me."

Ancestor Daoyuan looked calm, he was at the end of his strength, but he did not have the slightest fear of death.

He raised his hand and pointed in the air. A mile away, Patriarch Dao Ming, who was also standing in the air, had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and was crumbling just like him.