Family Immortal Cultivation: Li Clan

Feng Shaogong waved the Hundred Poison Banner, and the whistling sound was loud. The sky was filled with poisonous fog, and a huge poisonous snake emerged from the fog.

"Ah..."

The white dragon roared, waved its claws, and tore the giant python. The sharp claw marks left scars of varying depths on the giant python.

The giant python was not to be outdone. A huge snake head suddenly bit the white dragon, which also dealt a heavy blow to the white dragon.

"Ang!"

The white dragon felt pain and swung its body wildly.

"Boom!"

Its huge body hit the giant python hard, and the giant python flew backwards and turned into poisonous smoke and dissipated.

At the same time, the Hundred Poison Banner in Feng Shaogong's hand became dim and obviously damaged.

At this moment, a shrill scream sounded, and the white dragon looked up and saw Qi Wenyu being killed by a golden tripod.

The white dragon was horrified and immediately drilled into the sea and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Feng Shaogong saw this and did not stop him. Zheng Changhe had merged with the fifth-order dragon and had reached the late stage of the transformation of the spirit. It was very difficult to kill him.

After a while, the old man in gold robe and the old man in green robe came to Feng Shaogong one after another.

"Shaogong, ancestor!"

The old man in green robe returned the flying bird puppet to Feng Shaogong.

"Let's go, let's go in and take a look!"

Feng Shaogong put away the puppet beast and flew towards the high-altitude space crack.

...

In the ancient demon world, on a wide grassland, hundreds of people were fighting in a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles.

This was an unprecedented war, with thousands of cultivators participating, and the worst of them were also Jindan cultivators.

Above a mountain, Li Xinpeng was driving the black tiger puppet to fight with an old man in white.

The old man in white was holding a silver spear, wearing black armor, and exuding a monstrous demonic aura. He was a cultivator in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit.

"Roar!"

A huge tiger roar sounded, and the black tiger puppet opened its mouth and sprayed a black light directly at the old man in white, and the speed was faster than a meteor.

The old man in white snorted coldly, raised his hand, and greeted it with a silver spear.

A ding sound resounded in all directions, and the terrible energy spread out, uprooting trees within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the clouds rolled and surged.

The black tiger puppet was directly knocked out and turned several somersaults in the air. The man in white just took a few steps back, his arms trembling slightly, and his face was gloomy.

The void fluctuated, and a black hand appeared above the old man in white without any warning, and then grabbed it suddenly.

The old man in white reacted very quickly, and the silver spear shook upwards, and a circle of terrifying ripples spread out with him as the center, and everything it touched was shattered.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the black hand was pierced by a silver light, collapsed, and turned into dots of black light and drifted away.

At this moment, a black chain suddenly wrapped around the old man's waist.

The black iron chain flashed with cold light, as if it was made up of countless blades. Once it was wrapped, even the peak of the transformation of the spirit would be dead.

The white-clothed old man's face changed, and he spit out a silver sword. The sword turned into a silver light and hit the black iron chain, and immediately made a "ding" sound.

A black light flashed, and the black tiger puppet appeared behind the white-clothed old man, and his claws slapped down fiercely.

With a click, the white-clothed old man's spine bones made a crisp sound, his chest collapsed, and blood spilt wildly.

Taking this opportunity, the white-clothed old man immediately fled into the distance.

"It's too late to leave now!"

A cold voice sounded, and the black iron chain wrapped around his legs like a spirit snake, making him unable to move.

Then, the black tiger puppet arrived, and its sharp claws pierced his shoulders fiercely, and a stream of blood flowed out.

The old man in white screamed, and his body exploded. A mini Yuanying holding a blue storage ring quickly fled to the ground.

A dragon roar sounded, and the mini Yuanying was stunned for a moment. A black glow covered it, and then it was put into a black jade bottle.

Li Xinpeng stretched out his hand and the black jade bottle fell into his hand.

The black iron chain was a treasure brought down from the upper realm by Feng Shaogong. With a fifth-level puppet beast, the old man in white was no match for him.

Zhong Li was a member of the Li Family Battle Hall, with a cultivation base of the late Yuanying. At this moment, he was covered with scars. Three Yuanying cultivators surrounded him and killed him. The highest cultivation base was the late Yuanying.

Although there were three spiritual treasures to protect his body, two fists were no match for six hands, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

At the moment when Zhong Li was stabbed in the abdomen by a flying sword, a black light suddenly lit up around him, and then his figure flashed and avoided the fatal sword.

With a cracking sound, the flying sword was crushed into pieces by a tiger claw, and the figure of the black tiger puppet appeared in the original place.

When the three Yuanying cultivators saw the black tiger puppet, their faces suddenly turned pale. Without saying anything, they flew in all directions at the same time.

"Roar!"

The black tiger puppet flapped its wings and turned into a residual shadow to chase after it, easily killing one of them.

A woman in a green skirt was running at high speed in the air. Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded behind her. The woman in the green skirt glanced back.

"Puff!"

A black light passed through her eyebrows. The woman in the green skirt opened her eyes wide and slowly fell. A generation of Yuanying realm strongmen fell.

The black light was reduced, and a black chain appeared, which tied up the body of the woman in the green skirt and left quickly.

Li Xinpeng stood in the void of thousands of miles, controlling the black tiger puppet and the black chain to start hunting the Yuanying cultivators on the battlefield.

The black tiger puppet and black chains shuttled around in the void, leaving behind clouds of blood mist and minced meat wherever they passed. In just one cup of tea, the center of the battlefield was filled with blood mist.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

A loud shout resounded for tens of thousands of miles around, and Li Xinpeng's figure descended from the sky. He was riding on the black tiger puppet, with a fierce look in his eyes, scanning all directions.

"I surrender, don't kill me!"

A monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul was the first to beg for mercy, and then knelt on the ground.

"I surrender!"

"Spare your life!"

With the person taking the lead, the surviving monks knelt down on the spot.

At this moment, the battlefield was full of broken limbs and broken bodies, the ground had already been stained red with blood, and there was a strong smell of blood everywhere.

Next, Li Xinpeng ordered people to charge all the prisoners into the family army, and then led the people to continue to expand the territory.

Downstream interfaces are constantly converging, and now is a good time to compete for turf.

The Li family's god-transformation monks took the ancient demon world and the Canghai world as their starting points. They first settled the fight between the two interfaces, and then expanded to the surrounding areas to compete for world hegemony.

This situation is no longer a battle between forces, but a war between interfaces.