"Ancestor, run away! Leave us alone! The Li family... the Li family cannot be cut off like this!"

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking air suddenly came from the sky, as if countless sharp blades were cutting through the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw countless silver threads falling from the sky, like a dragnet, hanging over the Moon Shadow Sect.

Those silver threads sparkled with a cold light, and each one contained the power to destroy the world.

"boom!"

The moment the silver thread fell, an unrivaled pressure suddenly descended.

The Li family members felt their shoulders sink as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on them, making it impossible for them to stand.

Their knees bent involuntarily, and they eventually fell to the ground.

Even Li Chonglou could not withstand this force. He could only grit his teeth and hold on. Veins bulged on his forehead and cold sweat streamed down his face.

"Is this... the power of Daozu?"

Li Ping'an raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.

He stared at the silver threads all over the sky, feeling endless sadness in his heart.

The silver thread slowly shrank, as if it wanted to completely crush the entire Yueying Sect.

Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, as if even time had stopped at this moment.

The Li family members huddled together tightly, their eyes filled with fear and despair, but no one uttered a single wail.

They knew that today was a day of inevitable death, but even so, they were unwilling to show any cowardice in front of the enemy.

In the light curtain, Li Lingge slowly raised the long sword in his hand. A faint green light appeared on the sword edge, and a faint dragon roar could be heard from the green light, as if a sleeping dragon was waking up.

The dragon's roar gradually grew higher and higher, resounding throughout the heavens and earth, shaking the air around it.

His eyes were as fast as lightning as he stared straight at the huge Dharma image in front of him that covered the sky and the sun. There was no fear in his eyes, only endless fighting spirit.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and turned into a stream of light, so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

The stream of light cut through the sky like a falling star, soaring into the sky with unparalleled momentum.

In the sky, a huge Dharma whisk swept across, and silver threads poured down like a waterfall. Wherever it passed, rocks collapsed and trees turned into dust. The buildings of the Yueying Sect were crumbling under this force.

Just when the whisk was about to destroy the Yueying Sect, Li Lingge jumped out from the light curtain.

His figure overlapped with his own in the light curtain, as if he was a banished immortal flying out of a painting, with fluttering clothes and sword light like a rainbow.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and he was the only one left in the world, holding a long sword and standing proudly in the sky.

Burning Heaven Talisman!

Li Lingge let out a low shout, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand danced rapidly in the air, leaving behind red trails wherever the tip of the sword passed.

The trajectory quickly condensed into a huge talisman, with flames swirling above it, emitting an aura of destruction.

The moment the talisman took shape, Li Lingge suddenly swung his sword, and the talisman flew towards the silver threads in the sky like an arrow.

boom--

The moment the Burning Heaven Talisman collided with the whisk, heaven and earth were eclipsed.

The blazing flames and the cold silver threads intertwined together, bursting into a dazzling light.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar was heard, and a huge mushroom cloud suddenly rose in the sky. Flames and air waves swept in all directions, as if to swallow up the entire world.

The whisk in the Dharma image's hand was instantly wrapped in flames, the silver threads turned red, and the flames spread rapidly along the whisk, covering the entire Dharma image in the blink of an eye.

The Dharmakāya struggled in the flames, roaring furiously, but the flames were like a cancer that could not be extinguished no matter what.

Seeing this, Li Chonglou, who had just been telling Li Lingge to escape quickly, was stunned where he stood.

He didn't expect that the ancestor would come so quickly, and... it seemed that the ancestor might not be able to stop Daozu.

“Ancestor…”

In front of the Yueying Sect's mountain gate, the wind was howling, and it seemed as if only a murderous aura remained between heaven and earth.

Many disciples had pale faces, and their hands holding swords trembled slightly. Facing the Daozu's Dharma image that covered the sky and the sun, they felt endless despair in their hearts.

Some people sobbed softly, some closed their eyes tightly, not daring to face the impending death.

"Are we...really going to die here?"

A young disciple muttered to himself, his voice filled with endless fear and unwillingness.

However, at this critical moment, the sky suddenly brightened, as if a scorching sun had torn through the dark clouds, and the scorching light spread all over the earth.

A scorching wave of air descended from the sky, sweeping across the entire Moon Shadow Sect, sweeping away the suffocating feeling of oppression.

"What... is going on?"

Everyone opened their eyes and looked up at the sky, their eyes full of surprise and confusion.

I saw flames shooting out from the sky, as if countless meteors were streaking across the sky, dyeing the entire sky crimson.

And in the blazing light, a familiar figure stood in the air, his robes fluttering, and his body was surrounded by blazing flames, like a fire god descending from the sky.

"It's Master Li! Master Li is back!"

An elder pointed to the sky and shouted, his voice trembling with excitement.

This shout was like a lit fuse, instantly detonating the entire Yueying Sect.

Countless disciples came back to their senses from despair, and the light of hope rekindled in their eyes.

They looked up at the figure, feeling an indescribable sense of security in their hearts.

"Master Li is back! We are saved!"

Cheers rose one after another, and the joy of surviving the disaster quickly spread among the crowd.

Li Lingge stood high in the sky, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring coldly at the huge statue of the Taoist ancestor.

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