Chapter 1267 - 1102: Confrontation_2
Li Yunchang was responsible for reception, but when he saw the other party’s miserable appearance, the tattered vestment robe, and the many wounds, he couldn’t help but be taken aback and hurriedly asked, "I don’t know what brought you, Fellow Daoist, to such a state?"
"I beseech the main sect of the Li family to rescue Qingzhu Sect, otherwise the sect’s lineage will be severed!" The cultivator cried out in grief, eliciting pity from anyone who heard.
"Fellow Daoist, you speak too heavily, what has happened?"
Li Yunchang could not arrange for his clansmen to rescue Qingzhu Sect for no reason, even though the other party was an affiliate of the family.
"There are unexpectedly many demon cultivators lurking within the sect, and among them two are sect elders. The demon cultivators deceived and coerced a large number of loose cultivators, attacking the Mountain Protection Array at night in collusion from within and without."
The elder spoke, kneeling in a grand gesture, head lowered touching the ground, and with a voice full of resentment and desolation, he said, "Many disciples were slaughtered by their blades, many spiritual objects were plundered like locusts, and now less than one-tenth of the disciples are alive!"
"Now everyone is hiding in the Scripture Pavilion, barely resisting the attacks of those demon and loose cultivators using the formation. I only managed to escape and come to the Li family for help while they were unprepared."
The Scripture Pavilion, places like the Scripture Pavilion that store methods and classics, are the most important places for any power, with naturally strong defenses that are not easy to break, as most powers would design and set up a Mountain Protection Array connected to a Spirit Vein!
Only this mountain is not that mountain, the formation protects only this small Scripture Pavilion.
In addition, there will be many restrictions to ensure its safety through various means.
Li Yunchang scrutinized the cultivator, and for a moment, it was as if a great mountain rested on the cultivator’s back, the immense pressure causing him to lie flat on the ground, breaking out in cold sweat.