when!
Not long after the attack on Yunlaifang City, alarm bells rang throughout the Qingyun Sect and at the inner and outer mountain gates!
Not long after, in a splendid hall, many foundation-building elders who stayed behind came, either in their true form, or with spiritual energy projections, or with spiritual plant transmissions. At this moment, they all gathered in the hall!
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zhuang Yuanzhang announced with a heavy face:
"Just now, three cities including Yunlaifang City and Canglangfang City were attacked by blood cultivators. Everyone stationed there, including the foundation-building elders, were wiped out!"
"What?!"
When many elders heard this, there was a commotion, and their expressions changed greatly. Zhang Mengyao, who was still resting in the sect, asked in a deep voice:
"How could the second-level formation in Fangshi, with the foundation-building monks in charge, be destroyed without even receiving support?!"
"That's because... they used something that has never appeared on the market before - the second-level forbidden talisman!" the leader of the Qingyun Sect said with a gloomy face.
"this……"
All the cultivators in the field were shocked into silence by the sudden news.
After he came to his senses, discussions and quarrels began in the venue.
"Why do these blood cultivators have such forbidden talismans?!"
"And are they crazy?! How dare they attack Fangshi?!"
"What I'm worried about now is, will this have an impact on the battle situation on the front line?"
Everyone suddenly became a quarrel, everyone held their own opinions.
After all, who can select one from a thousand to become a foundation-building monk and not have his own opinions?
Buzz!
Just as everyone was discussing, suddenly, a clear sound of swords resounded through the hall, immediately suppressing all the noise!
"Quiet! What we should consider now is how to deal with the current matter instead of making a mess here!"
Zhang Mengyao stood up from the chair expressionlessly, looking at everyone with sword-like eyes.
Although this move seemed a bit funny given her current appearance, under her powerful spiritual pressure, those who watched her felt trembling in their hearts.
It is said that those who survive a catastrophe will be blessed later in life. Zhang Mengyao, who was resurrected from the dead, not only did not regress in strength, but took a further step forward.
Not only did she use the blood pool to complete the training in the middle stage of foundation building, but she also opened up the Purple Mansion in one fell swoop while the soul was being repaired.
Now as long as the Dantian in her body is filled with true energy again, she can directly advance to the later stage of foundation building and try to attack the golden elixir.
With his strength, even among the elders, he is well-deserved to be at the top!
"Senior Sister Mengyao is right!" Wang Cheng, who had been silent on the side, finally spoke up in support, "What we should do now is to get rid of the culprits to prevent them from continuing to cause trouble!"
The elders present also woke up one after another. Just now they were anxious and confused for a moment, but now they have reacted as soon as they were awakened.
They have all lived for decades, so they naturally know that the most important thing is to kill the murderer now to prevent the chaos from expanding and affecting the overall situation!
After thinking about this clearly, they looked at each other, cupped their hands towards the three people in charge and said:
"I will obey the orders of the sect master and the two true heirs!"
Suddenly, a uniform voice echoed in the hall!
Looking at the scene in front of him, the sect leader looked at the two people standing aside: "Two of you, what do you think we should do next?"
"What else can we do?! Of course - kill!" Zhang Mengyao's pretty face was extremely cold and she spat out a sentence full of murderous intent.
She is a sword cultivator, and she doesn't have so many crooked thoughts.
In her opinion, no matter how big the problem is, as long as the person who caused the problem is killed, the rest will not matter!
As for any conspiracies, vicious schemes, etc., you can kill them with one sword!
"I'm going to Canglangfang City!"
"This... you haven't recovered your strength yet. Isn't it too dangerous to go like this?" Wang Cheng retorted.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Zhang Mengyao asked, "Now there are only more than thirty foundation-building monks left in the sect. Excluding those responsible for cultivating immortals and various arts, there are only a dozen or so who are good at fighting. Name, they still have their own guardianship tasks, is it possible to send them all?"
"If we send them all, what should we do if something happens to the sect? Besides, with our strength, are we still afraid of those casual cultivators who rely on blood magic skills to get promoted?"
It's not that Zhang Mengyao is arrogant, but that the combat power of ordinary foundation-building monks is simply not on the same level as those who possess the inheritance of the Transformation of Gods and are also the true successors of the great sect.
Not to mention that they still have the means of golden elixir, it is almost impossible for the latter to threaten their lives.
Hearing this, Wang Cheng couldn't help but fell silent, because Zhang Mengyao was right.
"I think Wang Cheng is right." But at this time, the sect leader on the side said, "Just in case, I'd better send an elder named Foundation Establishment to go with you."
"...Okay" Zhang Mengyao was silent for a moment and accepted the kindness.
"In that case, then I'll go to Yunlaifang City." Wang Cheng said.
"Then I will arrange for people to go to the final market." The sect leader said solemnly.
After some arrangements, all the cultivators in the venue left one after another.
Soon, three streams of light rose up one after another inside the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate, and a total of five foundation-building monks came out.
…
Not long after, in the sky above Yunlaifang City, a Qingyun flying boat arrived at great speed and landed.
At this moment, the entire city has turned into a dilapidated ruins.
"this……"
Da da da!
Walking on the ruins, looking at the ruins, with residual flames burning everywhere, and dark red bloodstains everywhere, Wang Cheng's face became particularly ugly.
"Elder, what should we do now?"
The accompanying monk Qingyun stepped forward and asked.
"Look for the traces of the mastermind behind the scenes and hunt them down!" Wang Cheng changed his usual chatty image and ordered with a cold face.
"yes!"
After he walked far away, Wang Cheng sensed the ruins little by little, and his face became more and more gloomy: "They are all dead, and there is no one alive..."
But what Wang Cheng didn't expect was that just as he was talking to himself, a joking and cold voice suddenly sounded from the collapsed building nearby:
"That's natural. If we do it, how can we leave anyone alive?"
"who?!"
Wang Cheng's expression changed when he heard this, and he suddenly turned his head to look. Just now, he didn't sense the other party's presence at all!
"I didn't expect that if I stayed where I was fishing, I would meet an acquaintance. Why did you forget me after not seeing me for so long?"
Under Wang Cheng's fixed gaze, a figure walked out of the collapsed ruins.
And when he came out, Wang Cheng's pupils shrank and his face turned pale: "How, how could it be you?! How could you appear here?"
"How is it impossible?" The visitor smiled coldly, "If we can't use dangerous tactics, how can we kill all of you righteous monks hiding in turtle shells?"
Wang Cheng did not continue to reply, but stared at the person in front of him, his heart beating violently due to shock and nervousness.
Because the person in front of them is the old rival of their true disciples, that is, the leader of the contemporary true disciples of the Xuanyin Sect Demon Cultivator - Ye Ming!
Such figures, who can be considered important in the demon cultivator side, actually appeared in Yunlaifang City, the hinterland of Qingyun Sect!
Isn't he afraid that his whereabouts will be discovered and he will be surrounded and perished? !
At this moment, Wang Cheng finally understood why this city was so easily broken, and even the stationed foundation builders died in battle. How could those useless blood cultivators achieve this?
Now it seems that those foundation-building blood cultivators who have practiced the blood demon technique and are promoted through trickery cannot do this, but their old enemy, the Xuanyin Sect demon cultivator, can!
Danger! Danger!
Wang Cheng couldn't help but have this thought flashing through his mind. He knew that the opponent's combat power was simply beyond what he could handle!
Walk!
He stepped back violently, but before he had gone very far, his steps suddenly stopped and he turned his head in a daze.
Behind him, he saw a figure in black robe standing on the ruins, blocking his retreat.
And the other party's aura is extra familiar. Obviously, he is also a true disciple of a demon cultivator!
"Originally we thought we could stop Zhang Mengyao or the mysterious Lin Chen, but we didn't expect that we would encounter you, the weakest loser..."
At this time, a voice came from the side again.
Another Demonic Cultivator, who was also a True Inheriter, slowly walked out from the side with three Foundation-Establishing Blood Cultivators who exuded a chaotic aura and had dull expressions. They were wearing blood robes and said with a sneer on their faces:
"I really don't know whether it's their luck or your misfortune..."
Seeing this scene, Wang Cheng's tense body suddenly relaxed, and his face became calmer.
Three demon cultivators, coupled with three blood cultivators as cannon fodder. Looking at this lineup, Wang Cheng knew that he might not be able to leave today.
Wang Cheng glanced at the demon cultivators, wanting to convey some useful information before he died, and said calmly:
"Is this your conspiracy? Your purpose is to..."
But before he could finish speaking, Ye Ming walked forward expressionlessly:
"Dead people don't need to know so much..."
Before he finished speaking, the three blood cultivators took out their spiritual weapons and charged at him, while Ye Ming and others on the side also took action without hesitation!
Seeing the overwhelming attacks in front of him, coming like a tide, Wang Cheng's expression remained as usual, but there was an indescribable sadness in his heart, and his eyes closed slightly.
He had been prepared for life and death long before he entered the world of cultivation. Maybe this day came suddenly, but it has come to this day, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
It's just that, before dying, he still felt a little unwilling and guilty.
What makes him unwilling is that he has really worked hard since he was a child, but in the end, why can't he compare with the talented Zhang Zhiming, the lucky Zhang Hao, and the mysterious and unusual Lin? Senior brother.
Although they are both true successors, Wang Cheng feels like he is just like the shadow of others. Although he occupies that position, he is not as dazzling and eye-catching as them. He seems to be living in their shadow.
This feeling, to use Lin Chen's words, is like living in the shadow of someone else's child.
It seems that even if he tries his best, he can't compare to the talent and luck of other people's children.
Guilty, Wang Cheng felt that he was sorry for his late master and for Master Changqing's heavy expectations for him.
'I'm really sorry, Master, Grandpa Changqing. After all, I still failed to live up to your expectations. But I have really worked hard, but I still can't be as good as them...'
At this moment, Wang Cheng opened his eyes. He only felt that the time in the stadium seemed to have slowed down at this moment, and everything around him appeared in his eyes.
And in his pupils, a blazing flame seemed to rise at this moment. The heat and brilliance were like the fleeting, yet extremely brilliant fireworks in the sky.
'But maybe I am not as dazzling as them when I am alive, but at least when I die, I will have my own splendor, even if it is just like a shooting star, fleeting...'
On the field, Wang Cheng raised his right hand slowly and then quickly. Suddenly, a crazy and powerful spiritual pressure surged out of his body!
At this moment, blood essence, true energy, soul... Wang Cheng felt that everything in his body was burning!
"Come on!" Wang Cheng's eyes were filled with determination, "I want to see what price you have to pay if you try to kill me today!"
The next moment, a white sun exuding terrifying spiritual pressure slowly rose above the dilapidated ruins of Yunlaifang City!
boom!
Not long after, a horrific explosion echoed across the sky and earth, razing the entire city to the ground!
…
"Well……!"
In the secret room at the center of Qingyun Mountain, at this moment, Master Changqing felt his heart skip a beat, as if on a whim, there was an inexplicable throbbing.
At the same time, in a certain sect's secret room, there was a sudden thumping sound on the Shengfeng wood that held thousands of soul lamps.
Immediately afterwards, the light of the soul lamp at the top suddenly dimmed, and then went out directly.
(End of chapter)
