Lingxiao Immortal Clan

Thousands of miles away.

There is a deep cave, and the entrance and exit of the cave are blocked by a huge stone.

And inside the cave, there was an old man with white hair and a face as pale as snow, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The storage bag hanging on the old man's waist suddenly flashed with a spiritual light at this time. He also opened his eyes, patted the storage bag on his waist, and called out a spiritual talisman with small characters written on it.

The characters written on this talisman are exactly the dozen or so small characters written by Chen Dong, the foundation-building monk of Bailing Gate stationed in Huaishuifang City.

"The faces of those five people are correct. They all left Huaishuifang City."

The white-haired old man looked at the words written on the talisman in his hand, his expression suddenly brightened, and a charming smile appeared on his face.

"I have finally waited for this day. Four years ago, I destroyed my magical weapon and killed hundreds of my sect members. I will definitely let you, the dog family, return it."

The white-haired old man stood up and waved his hand to shoot a stream of spiritual power at the boulder blocking the cave.

"boom."

The boulder turned into countless rubbles under the bombardment of the spiritual power.

A ray of light shot into the deep cave.

The white-haired old man walked out of the cave and looked several miles away at a small town built by mortals.

"Yunwu Wenshi!" The white-haired old man's eyes flashed scarlet and he gritted his teeth.

This white-haired old man was none other than "Old Demon Li" who was injured by the foundation-building monks from the five major families in Huaishui County.

In that battle, his natal magic weapon, the Thousand Demon Banner, was destroyed and he was seriously injured, leaving him with no strength at all.

If his strength had not been greatly reduced, he would not have been hiding and afraid to show his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Li turned into a blood-red light and shadow, fled down the barren mountain, and headed straight for the ordinary town a few miles away.

Within a few dozen breaths, he rushed outside the small town.

Before he entered the town, he stopped and waved his hand, and hundreds of blood-red swords appeared out of thin air.

"go."

Hundreds of blood-red swords turned into blood-red light and shadow, quickly flew into the town, and passed through the body of a mortal.

When the mortals in the town saw the immortals making trouble, they panicked and fled in all directions.

Among the fleeing crowd, a strong man in a Chinese robe took out a jade tablet from his arms and crushed it into pieces while escaping.

The crushed jade tablet fragments had a flash of inspiration and sent out a wave of spiritual power.

Outside the town, Li Laomo, who was controlling hundreds of blood-red swords, was slightly aware of these small changes, but he smiled jokingly.

Not long after, a Wen clan member who was stationed in the spiritual veins near the town and was in the late stage of Qi training received a request for help from the village chief of the town and came quickly riding a roc.

But before he got close to the town, two small blood-red swords appeared out of thin air, piercing his head and the head of the roc he was sitting on.

The monk who was in the late stage of Wen's Qi training and the Pengniao under him also lost their lives in an instant and fell to the ground from a high altitude.

A few breaths later, Old Demon Li appeared next to the body of Yipeng, opened his mouth and spat out a small flag covered with skull patterns.

As soon as the small banner came out of the outside world, it quickly grew in size.

Old Mo Li held a long flag and waved it lightly, and two transparent phantoms floated out of the corpses of the Wen monk and the Pengniao. The two phantoms had soulless eyes, just like the ones in front of them. .

This transparent shadow is their soul.

As soon as the soul left the body, it was sucked into the flag by the suction force of the long flag.

After putting these two souls away, Mr. Li quickly escaped into the town filled with corpses and blood.

He waved the long flag in his hand again, and the souls from the corpses of thousands of mortals in the town suddenly sprang out and were sucked into the long flag.

After inhaling the souls of thousands of mortals, the flickering blood-red spirit patterns on the long flag in Old Mo Li's hand became brighter.

Zhang Laomo looked slightly happy when he saw the changes in the long flag in his hand.

"If I am absorbing hundreds of thousands of mortals, this newly refined Thousand Ghost Flag will definitely be able to restore the power of my original Thousand Ghost Flag."

Sighing to himself, he also put the magic flag in his hand into his mouth.

Then he made a secret with both hands, condensing a blood-red seal.

Once this seal was completed, it turned into a huge blood-red vortex over the town.

Once the blood-red vortex is completed, it emits infinite suction, but this suction is only effective on the mortal corpses in the town.

After the corpses of thousands of mortals were sucked into the blood-red vortex, they were instantly chopped into countless pieces of flesh.

This flesh and blood was purified by the vortex, and it took half a stick of incense to turn into a blood-red elixir no bigger than a finger.

Once the elixir was complete, the blood-red vortex was removed by Old Demon Li.

Old Demon Li waved his hand and swallowed the blood-red elixir into his belly.

In the blink of an eye, Old Demon Li's face, as pale as snow, turned rosy.

He took out a map, identified another mortal village nearby, and rushed away.

Yunwu Mountain.

Wen Ruofei, the elder of the Wen family who was stationed in the mountain, noticed something strange in the storage bag on his waist.

He patted the storage bag on his waist and pulled out broken jade plaques. On the jade plaques, the word "Ruo Shi" was engraved on them.

"Thirteenth brother is dead?" Seeing the jade token shattered, the expression of the great elder Wen Ruofei changed drastically.

This jade tablet is the life tablet of Wen Ruoshi, the thirteenth member of the Wen clan. Within this life tablet, there is a trace of Wen Ruoshi's consciousness. If the life tablet is broken, it means that Wen Ruoshi will die.

Wen Ruofei didn't have time to feel sad about the death of his clan members, so he immediately took out a token from his storage bag and held it tightly in his hand. After waiting for about half an hour, another clan member stationed in a low-level spiritual mountain in the outside world died in his storage bag. Immediately, I was sure and guessed in my mind.

"It must be that old demon Li who came to seek revenge."

The next moment, Wen Ruofei crushed the token he was holding tightly in his hand.

...

At the same time.

Two or three thousand miles away, on a barren mountain in the center of Huaishui County, Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, who had left Huaishui Market, were sitting cross-legged here.

In front of the two, there were five tokens that were exactly the same as the token that Wen Ruofei, the great elder of the Wen family, had just crushed.

These five tokens are the mother tokens in the mother-child tokens, and the child tokens are in the hands of the elders of each family stationed in the five major families of Huaishui County. Only in the near future, if too many cultivators stationed in the outside world die in a short period of time, can they crush the child tokens to ask for help.

This move is to prevent old demon Li from taking advantage of the fact that the foundation-building cultivators of the five families in Huaishui County responded to the call of Bailingmen and left the clan mountain to cause chaos.

At the same time, if old demon Li makes trouble during this period, the approximate location of old demon Li can be known through the families seeking help.

"Crack."

At this moment, among the five tokens floating in the void, the one with the word Wen inscribed on it suddenly shattered.

The movement of the token shattering startled Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, who were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed.

Ling Yunhong saw that one of the tokens was broken, and after a quick glance, he found that it was not his own, and his worries suddenly subsided.

He looked slightly happy and spoke.

"Old Demon Li really took advantage of the fact that we were attacked by Bailingmen. This time, we must eliminate this trouble, otherwise we will never be at peace in the future."

Luo Minghui on the side agreed.

"That's right."

After saying this, Luo Minghui waved a yellow flying boat, called Ling Yunhong to the flying boat mountain, and flew towards the Yunwu Wen family's territory, turning into a yellow light and shadow.