Ling Ao knew that the sect leader's arrangement not only gave the eight major sects and the small sects an explanation process, but more importantly, it recognized Mu Ling'er as his daughter-in-law.
In fact, it is not difficult to understand. Everyone in the sect knows that since the sect leader learned that Ling Chen often went to Qingyun Palace, he learned that Mu Linger took good care of Ling Chen.
Mu Ling'er had always rejected people thousands of miles away, so Ling Chen could get close to this iceberg beauty, and they even often played together. Their relationship could be said to be too close.
At the same time, there is another important reason, that is, Mu Ling'er was born with an innate sword body, and her aptitude can be said to be no less than that of Ling Chen.
The two followed the great elder and left, arriving at the door of a small attic. This attic had no name. The old door slowly opened, and the great elder led the two of them inside.
Ling Jian led the elders to the top of the mountain. On the way, he met famous people who came to congratulate him and greeted them politely.
Even on a big day, more than a dozen disciples can be seen in the air from time to time, patrolling the mountain gate with flying swords. Of course, Patriarch Lingqiu is not here. He is still sitting in the main hall, drinking wine and having fun alone.
"Um?"
Patriarch Lingqiu's hand in pouring wine suddenly stopped, his expression was extremely solemn, he stood up suddenly and ran out. The sky was bright with stars, and the white light of the moon illuminated the mountain gate.
"No! What is this breath?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, two golden lights suddenly appeared in the sky, as dazzling as stars, falling straight towards the top of the mountain, piercing the sky like shooting stars.
"Look! What is that?"
"meteor?"
"No! There's someone!"
Many people on the top of the mountain saw this golden light. Ling Jian and others had just reached the top of the mountain, so they naturally saw this scene and they hurriedly ran up.
"The cultivation of people in the lower world is really poor!"
The golden light had not dissipated yet, and only two figures could be vaguely seen inside, but an old man's disdainful voice was heard. He waved his hand, and the golden light dissipated instantly.
Two white-haired old men, wearing gray Taoist robes, holding fly whisks and fairy-style Taoist bones in their hands, were surrounded by fairy aura, and they looked like immortals.
The other person glanced down. He ignored the many eyes staring at him and was still pointing and talking about something. He turned around and said, "Junior brother, don't forget why we are in the lower world. We don't have much time."
Hearing the word "lower realm", Ling Jian and others, as well as many strong men from the eight major sects, did not dare to speak, and some even wanted to escape.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that these two people are by no means ordinary people. They can't detect the slightest breath on their bodies, but they give them an amazing sense of oppression, and they can't even raise the slightest intention to resist.
The aura of these two old men was very strange. After all, they were not from the fairy world. They were very unfamiliar with the aura of the golden starlight surrounding the old men. Moreover, the strength of these two people was unfathomable.
The people from the eight major sects stared at the two old men in shock. With their absolute strength, they didn't even have the idea of resisting.
It's just that they don't know, why have they never heard of such a powerful person? Furthermore, I just heard another person say something about the lower world. Don’t they belong to the human world?
But if they really don't belong to the human world, then aren't these two people from the immortal world? Then why did the immortal descend to the next world? All kinds of questions surround everyone's heads.
But all the questions pointed to one place, and that was Lingtian Sword Sect. Naturally, they saw some clues. These two people seemed to be looking for something, and this thing was in the hands of Lingtian Sword Sect.
Ling Jian was shocked, and he said respectfully, "Two seniors, what do you need me to do when you come to visit unexpectedly?" He was so respectful because he saw that the strength of these two old men was unfathomable, and they must not be offended easily.
The leader of the old man looked a little displeased and said, "You didn't kneel down when you saw the Immortal Lord?" There was a crisp buzzing sound, and strange golden ripples were seen rippling out of the old man's body.
The terrifying Yuanling fluctuations emanated from the old man, and the overwhelming turbid aura enveloped everyone at once, like a mountain pressing down on them. Everyone knelt on the ground with a shocked bang, and the ground was cracked by their knees. A few people's knees were dripping with blood.
Not only that, under this terrible pressure, it was extremely difficult for them to even raise their heads. Just one person's slightest move made it impossible for so many strong men to resist.
Some of the elders and sect masters of the eight major sects joined forces to resist, but before they could take action, they were instantly pressed to their knees on the ground. The power in their bodies was completely unable to be mobilized, and they could only grit their teeth and bear it.
Ling Jian's cultivation was not weak, but even for him, the Yuanling in his body was oppressed by a terrible force and could not function. Seeing this, the old man nodded with satisfaction and smiled.
"This is so decent!"
The old man finished speaking with satisfaction, flicked his sleeves and said, "You must be the sect leader here. The purpose of our coming here is very simple. If we hand over the scroll from Lingtian's cemetery, everything will be fine. I think you are a smart man. You should know what is the wisest thing to do.”
The old man's eyes were fixed on Ling Jian. There was a murderous intention in his cold eyes. He obviously could not refuse. If he didn't hand it over, he would probably die.
He naturally knew what the scroll in Lingtian's cemetery was. It was the scroll left by the first generation of ancestors. So far, they have been unable to break the seal, so they had to keep it in the treasure house under strict guard.
The ancestral teachings say that this scroll is extremely important. No matter what happens, this scroll cannot be given to anyone. Ling Jian does not dare to forget the ancestral teachings.
Now, these two people want this scroll, and he will definitely not hand it over, but if he refuses to hand it over, I am afraid that these two people will immediately go on a killing spree.
"The Immortal from the Upper Realm has such a loud tone!"
At this time, the voice of Patriarch Ling Qiu came from a distance, and he was seen stepping on the air and walking over step by step, with streaks of sword energy blowing from his body.
Tens of thousands of disciples also rushed over, and silhouettes of people at the bottom of the mountain rushed to the top of the mountain like locusts. These disciples vaguely guessed that something big had happened to the sect!
"Hmm? The eighth level of the spiritual realm?"
The two old men also looked down upon Ancestor Ling Qiu completely. The old man suddenly stretched out his hand and seemed to be about to take action.
"All disciples listen to the order and raise the sword energy to maintain the sword battle formation!"
"yes!"
Patriarch Lingqiu's voice resounded throughout the entire sect, and he received a sonorous and powerful response. Thousands of sword lights rose into the sky. Even an immortal could not suppress so many disciples at once.
Being able to have Patriarch Ling Qiu give orders without hesitation to set up the sect-protecting formation shows how far it has reached, or that the threat of these two people has reached the point where it threatens the life and death of the sect.
Every disciple was making secrets pointing directly at the top of his head, with sword energy wrapped around his body. A huge Jian Zi Jue appeared in the sky. Ancestor Ling Qiu flew to the top of the Jian Zi Jue and stepped on it.
The sword energy on Patriarch Lingqiu's body echoed with the sword spells under his feet, and the clothes on his body were buzzing with the cold sword energy.
"Ling Jian, take the important people of the sect and leave quickly! These two people are from the immortal world, and their strength is beyond our imagination. I will hold them back!" Ancestor Ling Qiu sent a message to Ling Jian at this time, He knew that with the blessing of such a terrifying formation, he was definitely no match for these two.
He stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, and an invisible force enveloped Ling Jian and the others. Then with a bang, a burst of Yuanling aura was released from Ling Jian's body, and the imprisonment of the elders was also released.
"Ancestor... then... what should you do?" After removing the terrible oppression, Ling Jian suddenly stood up with the same worry and stared at Ancestor Ling Qiu. He knew that even if he took action, he would not be able to help.
"Stop talking nonsense, and leave as quickly as possible. Do you want everyone to die here today?" Ancestor Ling Qiu's solemn eyes were filled with anxiety, because the situation at this moment did not allow them to think too much.
Ling Jian gritted his teeth without any hesitation. He transmitted a message to the elders and said something, and then they turned and left together.
The two old men did not stop them, nor did they catch up and start killing each other, but they were quite surprised and said, "Huh? Not bad, not bad, you can actually break my imprisonment. It seems that this formation has boosted your strength to several realms." ah?"
What he said was absolutely correct. The Sword Art was a great formation to protect the sect. All the disciples used it together. With tens of thousands of disciples working together, the power was superimposed to a terrifying level.
As the leader of the main formation, Patriarch Ling Qiu benefited from the strength of all his disciples, thus gaining powerful power. However, the gap with these two people was still huge. After all, they were already immortals, and their strength had already reached the realm of creation. .
The huge sword character of the Sword Art was as huge as a mountain, and the astonishing sword energy was like a strong wind, raging around the area. The people of the eight major sects were still in a state of confinement, and Ancestor Lingqiu had no time to take care of them.
"What happened outside?"
In the unnamed attic, Ling Chen's figure suddenly ran out from inside. Of course, this was not the real Ling Chen, but Ling Ao's phantom. Mu Ling'er also ran out from inside.
"No, look there!"
Mu Linger pointed to the top of the mountain with a solemn expression. She was naturally Ling Qing, but her appearance was also transformed into Mu Linger's appearance through Mengxuan's illusion.
Ancestor Ling Qiu's hair was disheveled and he was holding a flying sword and was fighting with an old man. He looked completely at a disadvantage.
There are also those tens of thousands of disciples who, without fear of their lives, instilled the power in their bodies into the sect-protecting array. Every disciple had a death wish in their expressions. Naturally, they could see that Mr. Ling Qiu Zu Zheng was at a disadvantage.
The sect treated them with kindness and never treated them badly. The sect master always cared about the cultivation of each disciple and never punished the disciples.
The kindness is far greater than their own lives. In order to protect the sect, these disciples did not show any fear or flinch when facing the immortal.
"Everyone! In order to protect the sect, work hard!"
"For the sect! We are brave and not afraid of death!"
The voices of all the disciples resounded throughout the sect, and they performed the secrets again, with even more powerful power bursting out of their bodies.
It can be seen that many disciples have painful expressions on their faces, and some of them are holding their hearts with one hand, looking extremely painful. They all burn their lives in exchange for more powerful strength, so as to bless the sword character. The power of decisive formation.
The Jian Zi Jue suddenly changed from white to blood red. This was a sign that the sect-protecting array had been upgraded to a new level. Ancestor Ling Qiu looked at each of his disciples with a moved expression.
The eight major sects and others did not expect that when Patriarch Ling Qiu stepped on the sword formation, his strength could rise to several realms in an instant.
What is even more unexpected is that his disciples can actually achieve this for the sect. It is worthy of being the number one sect in the East Continent. With this sect-protecting formation alone, I am afraid no sect dares to provoke him.
"Lao Jiu, kill this old man for me!" The leader of the old man waved his whisk and collided with the flying sword in the hand of ancestor Ling Qiu, making a crisp sound.
Even with the blessing of a higher level of power, the old man waved his hand and a huge earthquake came. Ancestor Ling Qiu took a few steps back, and his hands were numbed by the shock.
The old man glanced at his companions not far away, and then looked in the direction where Ling Jian and others left. The strange pupils in his eyes turned golden, and he locked onto everyone at once!
"not good!"
Upon noticing this scene, Patriarch Ling Qiu was just about to stop him when the old man named Lao Jiu suddenly blocked him. He chuckled and said, "Haha... Why don't you let me show you your skills?"
"The sword energy is in the air!"
Ancestor Ling Qiu did not hesitate to take action. He knew that these two people must be held back no matter what, otherwise it would be a disaster that would destroy the sect. These two people came to their sect's Lingtian Cemetery, even if they died The scroll cannot be given to these two people.
The two sword qi entwined into a huge red sword qi, which appeared in the sky in the form of a cross. The thick sword qi, hundreds of meters long, tore through the sky and beheaded Lao Jiu.
"Why bother? If you hand over your things, you might not have to die. Since you insist on seeking death, then I'll let you die!" Lao Jiu laughed sarcastically.
Facing this astonishing sword energy, he just raised his hand and flicked it lightly. It was just an understatement. The surrounding spirits seemed to have stagnated, and even the leaves falling in the air stopped flowing.
The crossed sword energy turned into nothingness and disappeared. At the same time, the old man took a step and his figure disappeared in an instant, appearing in front of Ancestor Ling Qiu.
All the disciples reacted and changed their gestures at the same time. Just as the old man waved his whisk, Patriarch Lingqiu's body rotated with the formation and changed its original position.
A white blade slashed across his original position. If all the disciples had not worked together to save him, he would have died just now.
"Huh? That's interesting!"
Seeing that his attack was actually avoided, Lao Jiu didn't care at all. Instead, he touched his beard and then focused on the tens of thousands of disciples.
"It's been a long time since I've killed so many people. It looks like we're going to go on a killing spree today!" Lao Jiu's words had a hint. Ancestor Ling Qiu stepped on the sword formation and said angrily, "How dare you!"
