The disaster for Zi Zaizong came faster than Zheng Daonan expected.
In less than an hour, Zizaizong had already undergone earth-shaking changes.
Luck dissipates and disaster strikes.
The sky is filled with dark clouds and thunder is rolling.
The mountains and mountains within a hundred miles of Zizai Sect were shaken, and the spiritual energy was exhausted, as if it was the end of the world.
This sudden change made everyone in the sect feel in danger and fled in panic.
"Little sect master, it's better to take the disciples and leave here quickly. If you keep the incense inheritance, you will have the opportunity to come back and rebuild the sect in the future."
In front of the main hall of Zizai Zong, Zhuang Biqiao looked at the thunder that would strike down from the sky at any time and hugged the folding fan tightly in his arms.
"No, Master has entrusted the sect to me. I will never let it be destroyed in my hands. Moreover, we still have our ancestors. We will definitely find a solution when our ancestors come back."
"metropolitan……"
Tian Heng knelt on the ground anxiously. Although Zhuang Biqiao's eyes were full of fear, his attitude was extremely determined.
"Take the sect leader out of here quickly."
Seeing that Zhuang Biqiao refused to leave, the elder Tian Heng decided to take the people with him by force.
Just as he was about to step forward, a deafening roar suddenly sounded from the sky.
The next moment, purple energy flashed in the dark clouds, and a purple thunderbolt as thick as the mouth of a vat struck down towards the Free Sect below.
The terrifying power from the power of heaven and earth made everyone in the Zizai Sect despair.
"Is it because God wants to destroy the Zizai Sect?"
At this moment, the folding fan held by Zhuang Biqiao suddenly trembled, and then turned into a ray of blue light and rose into the sky.
The moment the folding fan unfolded, it transformed hundreds of feet and blocked the purple thunderbolt.
In an instant, the thunder turned into an electric snake and exploded in all directions.
Seeing this scene, Tian Heng and others looked horrified.
"This fan of my ancestor can actually withstand thunder!"
Zhuang Biqiao was the first to react and quickly looked around for Zheng Daonan's traces. Finally, under the thundering sky, he finally found the gray-white figure with an ice-green sword on his feet.
"It's the ancestor, it's the ancestor who's back!" Zhuang Biqiao pointed at the figure, her eyes red with excitement.
Zheng Daonan, who hurried back, secretly thought he was lucky, and when he looked at the purple energy hidden in the dark clouds, he already knew it in his heart.
"Fortunately, I came back in time. This should be the only remaining purple energy from the immortal vein."
"If this purple energy is sealed, perhaps the dissipated luck of the Zizai Sect may still have a chance to be saved."
While Zheng Daonan was calculating in his mind, the wisp of purple energy in the dark clouds suddenly surged more violently, as if he had discovered the thief that made him extremely angry.
Boom!
The sky trembled with lightning and thunder, and the dark clouds in the sky rushed towards Zheng Daonan with the power of thunder like a dragon.
The violent force set off by the thundercloud made Zheng Daonan's robes rustle, and his long hair danced like a madman. The sect disciples below him screamed in surprise.
White light flashed, and the Qingxin Ice Jade Fan was grasped by Zheng Daonan and spread out with his hands.
The next moment, the strong wind fanned by the folding fan was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing through the incoming thunder, and suddenly exploded together with the galloping thunderclouds, revealing the purple energy hidden in the dark clouds.
"The younger disciples are disrespectful today and will disturb the founder of the sect."
After Zheng Daonan finished speaking, he reached out and made a move. On the Lingxin Mountain of Zizai Zonghou Mountain, the tomb of Li Xiaoyao, the founder of the sect, suddenly exploded, and a colorful glazed light immediately rose into the sky and headed straight for the sky.
Xianyuan Ziqi seemed to be aware of the approaching crisis and wanted to escape, but was firmly restrained by the flying colorful gourds, and was finally absorbed into it while violently tumbling.
Seeing this scene, the disciples below all widened their eyes.
Zhuang Biqiao exclaimed: "Oh my God, our Zizai Sect actually has such a magical weapon?"
Tian Heng rubbed his eyes in disbelief and knelt down on the ground with an excited expression: "This is the celestial artifact of our sect, Li Xiaoyao, the 'Good Fortune Wine Gourd'. Tian Heng, the unfilial disciple of the younger generation, kowtows to the ancestor..."
Above the sky, the gourd of creation that had absorbed the purple energy from the fairy source was trembling violently. With a crisp sound, a crack appeared on the gourd.
Zheng Daonan's eyelids twitched, and he smiled with satisfaction when he saw that the gourd of creation had finally succeeded in sealing the purple energy.
"Thanks to the ancestor's blessings, the kindness of cultivation should be repaid with springs. However, it is really my fault that the sect has been framed to this extent. The ancestor witnessed today that I, Zheng Daonan, will risk my life and death to restore the sect to its former glory. I will not be in vain for these nine years. Thousands of years of kindness.”
Zheng Daonan weighed the wine gourd in his hand and dropped it towards the sect below.
Without the influence of the purple energy from the fairy source, the dark clouds in the sky began to gradually dissipate.
The disciples of the sect who knew they had escaped a disaster burst into cheers.
For these sect disciples, the Zizai Sect has already sunk to the west and is no longer as prosperous as it once was.
Zheng Daonan's efforts to turn the tide today completely ignited their long-suppressed emotions.
"Zhuang Biqiao, the 436th generation leader of the Zizai Sect, led all the disciples of the sect to pay homage to their ancestor."
Looking at the more than twenty sect disciples on the ground with excited expressions, Zheng Daonan shook his head, and finally his eyes fell on Zhuang Biqiao.
"You just took office not long ago?"
Zhuang Biqiao said nervously: "Yes, disciple Zhuang Biqiao pays homage to the ancestor."
Zheng Daonan chuckled and said: "Don't be nervous. I think I was your age when I went up the mountain. It's already more than 9,000 years ago!"
Zheng Daonan sighed in his heart, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to caress Zhuang Biqiao's head.
Zhuang Biqiao stiffened and felt a burst of pure spiritual power suddenly pouring into her body.
This spiritual power was extremely turbulent and domineering, and Zhuang Biqiao's aura began to surge rapidly, reaching the peak of foundation establishment from the middle stage of foundation establishment in the blink of an eye.
Am I being empowered by my ancestor? Such pure spiritual power, the ancestor is actually an innate spiritual body!
"Don't be distracted, hold your breath and concentrate to form the elixir to break the mirror."
"yes!"
Under the shocked and envious gazes of the disciples, a moment later a golden light suddenly shot up from Zhuang Biqiao's body into the sky.
The foundation is completed, the universe is vast, and the golden elixir is completed!
