After praying for ten days and ten nights, the Qingtian Sect's priest elder sacrificed the genius disciple of the sect alive.
To them, their mission was to save the common people.
Their Qingtian Sect was the pillar of the heavens.
Therefore, in order to resist the catastrophe, they could do anything.
The outstanding disciples of the Sacrifice Sect were nothing. They could even sacrifice themselves.
After another three days, the ancient altar was completely dyed red with blood.
In the forbidden space, dark clouds suddenly covered the sky. Blood rain fell from the sky and sprinkled into the coffin.
The frozen coffin began to melt.
Thud.
Thud.
A distinct heartbeat sounded from the ancient coffin.
"It's the ancestor, it's the ancestor's heartbeat.”
"The heavens have blessed our Qingtian Sect. Our ancestor has really been resurrected.”
Immediately, Sovereign Ou Yan and the elders were overjoyed. They were just short of singing a song.
The revival of the ancestor was a joyous event for the Qingtian Sect.
With the respect of the ancestor, he would definitely shake the Qingtian Sect and lead it to a bright path, allowing the Qingtian Sect to shine again.
"Rumble!"
A loud noise came from the ancient coffin, as if a giant was about to stand up.
But for some reason, he could not get out.
"It must be because there isn't enough blood. Old Seventh and Old Fifth, capture all the disciples in the sect. If the ancestor can be resurrected, so what if we use all of our sect's resources?”
Sovereign Ou Yan's eyes turned blood-red as he shouted.
"Yes." The two skinny old men nodded and left like ghosts.
Boom!
The coffin exploded, and a figure as tall as a giant spirit god stood on the altar. He wore an ancient robe and looked at the descendants below expressionlessly.
This was Ancestor Qingtian, the founder of the Qingtian Sect, the Southern Wasteland Saint Emperor who had intimidated the world 100,000 years ago.
"Ancestor, you're finally resurrected. Now that the calamity has descended, only you can turn the tide.”
"That's right. The current Heavenly Emperor King He is cruel and ruthless. If you can replace him, it will be a blessing for the common people.”
When they saw their grand ancestor, who was as tall as the sky, the sect leader Ou Yan and the elders were so excited that they started crying.
The old ancestor could really come back to life. What kind of great method was this?
If the old ancestor were to make a move, he would definitely be able to overthrow the Heavenly Emperor's tyranny and save the common people.
"Blood, I want to drink blood." Ancestor Qingtian said hoarsely on the altar. His blood-red eyes were as terrifying as a beast.
He had just been resurrected and needed an endless supply of blood.
Otherwise, his soul would shatter and he would have to suffer the pain of death again.
He had already experienced the pain of death once.
It was an indescribable feeling.
In short, he did not want to experience it again.
Therefore, even if he fed on all living beings in the world, he was unwilling to sleep in this pitch-black coffin again.
"Yes, Ancestor, please wait a moment. We'll take your blood now.”
Sect Master Ou Yan hurriedly said.
He could tell that the old ancestor was angry, so he quickly gestured for Old Fifth and Old Seventh to capture the disciples of the sect.
Old Fifth and Old Seventh were Deity Kings Primordial Chaos. They moved like ghosts and instantly left the forbidden space.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of disciples were captured by the two of them.
"Sect Master, First Elder, save us.”
"We don't want to die yet.”
"Master, you can't be so heartless.”
Seeing the scene before them, the group of disciples understood what was going on and immediately cried out in a pleading manner.
"Why are you crying? What was there to cry about? The sky is about to collapse, and you're still crying here. If sacrificing you can save the world, then that is your blessing.”
The First Elder supported himself with his walking stick and shouted in a trembling voice.
His shout was so imposing that the disciples did not dare to cry.
"This is the smell of an idiot. How can such blood enter my mouth? Are there no more geniuses in the Qingtian Sect?”
On the altar, Ancestor Qingtian suddenly shouted.
His shout was like a bolt from the blue.
The disciples who were about to be sacrificed screamed in pain. Their heads exploded and they died on the spot.
Even the two elders were knocked to the ground and died.
"Well, Ancestor, all the geniuses of the sects have been captured and sent to the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan.”
Sect Master Ou Yan was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said with a trembling voice.
"Ten Thousand Sacred Clan? He had never heard of it. Then what were they waiting for? Hurry up and go to the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan to capture him!" The old ancestor shouted.
"This…the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan is filled with experts, and with the current Heavenly Emperor guarding it, we'll definitely die if we go.”Sect Master Ou Yan said.
"Trash." Ancestor Qingtian roared angrily and slapped down.
It was a giant palm print that blotted out the sky.
Bang! Ou Yan's brain exploded and he fell to the ground, dead.
" This…" Seeing this, all the elders panicked.
He had thought that reviving the ancestor would save the world, but now it seemed that he had revived a demon.
"Ancestor, please calm down. We'll go to the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan to arrest him now.”The First Elder supported himself with his walking stick as he spoke in a trembling voice.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。