Chapter 272 The True Teaching Falls

Dang!

Shortly after the attack on Yunlai Market, the Qingyun Sect, the inner and outer gates, were all alarmed!

Not long after, in a magnificent hall, many of the remaining foundation-building elders, either in person, or projected their spirit energy, or sent messages through spiritual plants, all gathered in the hall at this moment!

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zhuang Yuanzhang announced with a heavy face:

"Just now, the three markets of Yunlai Market, Canglang Market, etc. were attacked by blood cultivators, and all the people stationed there, including the foundation-building elders, were wiped out!"

"What?!"

Many elders were in a commotion when they heard this, and their faces changed drastically. Zhang Mengyao, who was still resting in the sect, asked in a deep voice:

"How could the second-level formation of the market with foundation-building cultivators sitting in it be broken without even supporting it?!"

"That's because... they used the second-level forbidden-breaking talisman that has never appeared on the market!" The leader of the Qingyun Sect said with a gloomy face.

"This..."

The cultivators in the field were shocked by the sudden news and lost their voices.

After they reacted, the field began to discuss and quarrel.

"Why do these blood cultivators have such a forbidden talisman?!"

"And are they crazy? How dare they attack the market?!"

"What I am worried about now is whether this will affect the war situation on the front line?"

The crowd immediately quarreled, and everyone held their own opinions.

After all, who can be selected from thousands of people to become a foundation-building cultivator is not a person with his own opinions.

Buzz!

Just as everyone was discussing, suddenly, a clear sword sound resounded through the hall, and all the noise was suppressed abruptly!

"Silence! What we should consider now is how to deal with the current situation, not to make a mess here!"

Zhang Mengyao stood up from the chair expressionlessly, looking at everyone with a sword-like gaze.

Although this action looks a bit funny with her current appearance, under her powerful spiritual pressure, the people who were watched were all shocked.

It is said that those who survive a great disaster will have good fortune in the future. Zhang Mengyao, who came back from the dead, not only did not regress in strength, but made further progress.

She not only completed the practice of the middle stage of foundation building with the help of the blood pool, but also opened up the purple mansion in the process of repairing her soul.

Now as long as she fills up the Dantian Zhenyuan in her body again, she can directly advance to the late stage of foundation building and try to impact the golden elixir.

Therefore, even among the elders, her strength is well-deserved to be at the top!

"Sister Mengyao is right!" Wang Cheng, who had been silent, finally spoke up to support, "What we should do now is to get rid of the culprit to prevent them from continuing to cause trouble!"

The elders present also woke up one after another. They were anxious just now and lost their sense of proportion. Now they have reacted as soon as they were awakened.

They have all lived for decades, so they naturally know that killing the murderer now to prevent the chaos from expanding and affecting the overall situation is the most important thing!

After thinking this through, they looked at each other and bowed to the three people in the main seat:

"Follow the orders of the sect master and the two true disciples!"

Suddenly, a uniform voice echoed in the hall!

Looking at this scene, the sect master looked at the two people on the side: "You two, 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 uttered a sentence full of murderous intent.

She is a sword cultivator, and her mind is not so crooked.

In her opinion, no matter how big the problem is, as long as the person who created the problem is killed, the rest is not a problem!

As for any conspiracy, vicious calculations, etc., they can be killed with a sword!

"I'm going to Canglang Market!"

"This... your strength has not recovered yet, isn't it too dangerous to go like this?" Wang Cheng retorted.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Zhang Mengyao asked back, "There are only more than 30 foundation-building cultivators left in the sect now. Excluding those who are responsible for cultivating the hundred arts, there are only a dozen or so who are good at fighting. They also have their own guarding tasks. Do we have to send them all?"

"If we send them all, what if something happens to the sect? Besides, with our strength, are we afraid of those casual cultivators who rely on the blood demon technique to advance to the foundation?"

It's not that Zhang Mengyao is arrogant, but those ordinary foundation-building cultivators are not at the same level of combat power compared to them who have the inheritance of the spirit transformation and the true inheritance of the great sect.

Not to mention that they also have the means of the golden elixir, and it is almost impossible for the latter to threaten their lives.

Hearing this, Wang Cheng fell into silence, 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'll send a foundation-building elder to go with you."

"...Okay." Zhang Mengyao was silent for a moment and accepted this good intention.

"In that case, I'll go to Yunlai Market." Wang Cheng said.

"Then I'll arrange for someone to go to the last market." The sect leader said in a deep voice.

After some arrangements, the cultivators in the field left one after another.

Soon, three streams of light rose in succession inside the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate, and a total of five foundation-building cultivators came out.

...

Not long after, a Qingyun flying boat arrived at a high speed above the Yunlai Market and landed.

At this moment, the entire market has turned into a broken ruin.

"This..."

Da Da Da!

Walking on the ruins, Wang Cheng looked particularly ugly as he saw the ruins of the market town, which was in a mess, with residual flames burning everywhere, and dark red bloodstains everywhere.

"Elder, what should we do now?"

The Qingyun monk who came with him asked.

"Find the traces of the mastermind and chase him down!" Wang Cheng changed his usual chatterbox image and gave a cold order.

"Yes!"

After he walked away, Wang Cheng sensed the ruins bit by bit, his face becoming more gloomy: "All dead, not a single one left alive..."

What Wang Cheng didn't expect was that just as he was talking to himself, a teasing and cold voice suddenly sounded from the collapsed building beside him:

"Of course, if we take action, how could we leave anyone alive?"

"Who?!"

Wang Cheng's face changed when he heard the words, and he turned his head abruptly. He just now, he didn't even sense the other party's existence at all!

"I didn't expect that I would meet an acquaintance while staying here to fish. How come you forgot me after not seeing me for so long?"

As Wang Cheng was staring at him, a figure walked out of the collapsed ruins.

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?"

"Why is it impossible?" The man laughed coldly, "If I don't use risky tricks, how can I kill all of you righteous cultivators 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 tension.

Because the person in front of him was their old rival of the true disciples, that is, the head of the contemporary true disciples of the Xuanyin Sect's demon cultivators - Ye Ming!

This person, who is also a very important figure in the demon cultivators, actually appeared in the Yunlai Market in the heart of Qingyun Sect!

Isn't he afraid of being discovered and besieged and killed? !

At this moment, Wang Cheng finally understood why this market was so easily broken, and even the garrisoned foundation-building cultivators died in battle. How could those useless blood cultivators do this?

Now it seems that those foundation-building blood cultivators who practiced the blood magic technique and advanced by trickery can't do this, but their nemesis, the Xuanyin Sect demon cultivator, can!

Danger! Danger!

Wang Cheng couldn't stop thinking about this. He knew that the opponent's combat power was not something he could handle at all!

Go!

He retreated violently, but before he had gone far, his steps suddenly stopped and he turned his head in a daze.

Behind him, a figure in a black robe stood on the ruins, blocking his retreat.

And the opponent's breath was extra familiar. Obviously, he was also a true disciple of a demon cultivator!

"We originally thought that we could stop Zhang Mengyao or the mysterious Lin Chen, but we didn't expect to meet you, the weakest waste..."

At this time, a voice came from the side again.

Another demon cultivator who was also a true disciple, walked out slowly with three foundation-building blood cultivators who were emitting chaotic auras, looking wooden and wearing blood robes, and said with a sneer on his face:

"I really don't know whether it is their luck or your misfortune..."

Looking at this scene, Wang Cheng's originally tense body suddenly relaxed, and his face became calm instead.

Three demon cultivators who were true disciples, coupled with three blood cultivators who were 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 pass on some useful information before he died, and said calmly:

"Is this your conspiracy? Your purpose is to..."

But before he could finish, Ye Ming walked forward with an expressionless face:

"Dead people don't need to know so much..."

Before he finished speaking, the three blood cultivators took out their spiritual weapons and killed him, and Ye Ming and others on the side also acted without hesitation!

Looking at the overwhelming attacks in front of him, surging like a tide, Wang Cheng's face was normal, but there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart, and his eyes were slightly closed.

Life and death, he had already prepared before entering the cultivation world. Maybe this day came suddenly, but it has come to this day, what is there to be afraid of.

But, before he died, he still felt unwilling and guilty.

What he was unwilling to do was that from childhood to adulthood, he really tried his best, but in the end, why couldn't he compare with the gifted Zhang Zhiming, the lucky Zhang Hao, and the mysterious Senior Brother Lin.

Although they were all true disciples, Wang Cheng felt like the shadow of others. Although he occupied that position, he was not as dazzling and eye-catching as them. He seemed to live in their shadow.

This feeling, to describe it in Lin Chen's words, was like living under the shadow of someone else's child.

It seemed that even if he tried his best, he could not match the talent and luck of other children.

Wang Cheng felt guilty that he had failed his deceased master and Changqing Zhenren's high expectations of him.

'I'm really sorry, Master, Grandpa Changqing, I have failed your expectations after all, but I have really tried my best, but I still can't be as good as them...'

At this moment, Wang Cheng opened his eyes. He felt that the time in the field seemed to slow down at this moment. Everything around him was clearly visible in his eyes.

And in his pupils, a burning flame seemed to rise at this moment. The heat and brilliance were like the fleeting but extremely dazzling 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 meteor, fleeting...’

On the field, Wang Cheng raised his right hand slowly, and suddenly, a crazy and powerful spiritual pressure surged out of his body!

At this moment, blood essence, true essence, soul... Wang Cheng felt that everything in his body was burning!

“Come on!” Wang Cheng’s eyes were determined to die, “I want to see what price you have to pay if you want to kill me today!”

The next moment, a white sun emitting terrifying spiritual pressure slowly rose above the ruins of Yunlaifang City!

Bang!

Not long after, a terrifying explosion resounded throughout the world, razing the entire market to the ground!

…

“Ugh…!”

In the secret room at the center of Qingyun Mountain, at this moment, Changqing Zhenren felt his heart skip a beat, as if a sudden impulse came over him, and he felt an inexplicable throbbing.

At the same time, in a secret room of a certain sect, a sudden puffing sound suddenly came from the sound wind wood that held thousands of soul lamps.

Then, the light of the soul lamp at the top suddenly dimmed, and then it went out directly.