Rebuilding the Xiuxian family

"I am the elder of Li Guishan. If you let me go now, I can pretend that this is not the case, otherwise Li Guishan will never let you go!" The demonic cultivator roared with a stern voice.

There is indeed a demonic sect like Li Guishan in Heishui Prefecture, and its strength is pretty good, but...

A playful smile appeared on Li Zhirui's face and he said: "As far as I know, demonic forces usually do not avenge their fellow sect members who died violently outside."

Not only will it not happen, but if the golden elixir demon cultivator has just died, his belongings in the sect will be divided up by the senior officials. It would be nice if he didn't express his gratitude in person, so why would he bother to trouble others? .

Mo Xiu's face darkened. He knew that if he wanted to survive now, he had to fight tooth and nail!

I saw a large flag growing in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it was several feet in size. On the black flag, hundreds of green-faced, fanged, ferocious ghosts grew.

And they were surrounded by three people with crowns on their heads, big horses and golden swords, sitting on the green and black throne, and they called the Ghost King who made people tremble with fear with just one glance.

Under the urging of the demon cultivator, the ghosts swarmed out, and their yin energy suddenly increased, roaring and raging towards Li Zhirui, but the three ghost kings were still high above them, sitting on the throne.

Li Zhirui's expression became ugly, not because of the opponent's strength, but because he had raised such a powerful ghost, especially the three ghost kings, and there was no one knows how much blood was stained on his hands!

"It seems that I am going to do justice for heaven today." Li Zhirui's voice sounded like thousand-year-old ice.

He asked himself that he was not a just person, but when faced with a situation like this that could be solved, Li Zhirui was still willing to uphold justice to prevent him from continuing to do evil.

Thousands of spirits appeared at will, and under the infusion of mana, they instantly grew to several acres, and a thin layer of spiritual light hung down, sheltering Daqing and Xiaoqing. Then the sword energy flew, carrying the magical power Jiamu Yanglei, with slightly stronger strength. The worse ghosts were instantly evaporated.

Xiao Qing was even more excited when he saw so many opponents. The magic power surged in his body, and wisps of green wind were summoned, accompanied by Yang Lei, killing many fierce ghosts.

The demon cultivator didn't expect that Li Zhirui had the magical power to restrain ghosts. Several tenths of the ghosts he had worked hard to cultivate were wiped out in less than a quarter of an hour, and he felt even more terrified.

His original idea of ​​summoning the three ghost kings to fight also changed accordingly. He planned to use their sacrifices to open a way out for himself, even if all three ghost kings were annihilated!

If he can still live, these evil ghosts can continue to train him, but if he dies here today, then everything will be over.

And Li Zhirui didn't intend to continue to entangle with him. Although the vine cage blocked some of the movement, the outside world could still sense it. Maybe there were monks rushing here now.

"Xiaoqing, let's go all out together and deal with this person as soon as possible."

Xiaoqing has not yet passed through the catastrophe of transformation, but has already refined Henggu, and utters human words: "Okay!"

The previous fight didn't make him happy. Now that Li Zhirui has spoken, he will naturally let go and have a big fight.

The violent Qinggang Split Wind was particularly docile in front of Xiao Qing, and was still controlled by him. Finally, it merged and condensed into a huge eagle claw, heading straight for the demon cultivator.

Li Zhirui was not idle either, he mobilized his magic power to use the Water and Wood Divine Light, and the two intertwined dragons rushed towards the demon cultivator with great momentum.

The face of the demon cultivator changed drastically, and the mana in his body was crazily injected into the black flag. The three ghost kings flashed and appeared in the outside world, exuding the disgusting smell of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The two ghost kings smiled ferociously and resisted the attacks of Li Zhirui and Xiao Qing, while the other ghost king and the demon cultivator attacked the rattan cage, trying to open a way out.

Da Qing, who had not made many moves, suddenly took action. Giant trees appeared out of thin air, forming a mountain layer upon layer, and slammed towards the demon cultivator.

"Damn it!" The demon cultivator did not choose to dodge, but let the third ghost king resist the wooden mountain.

Because he was already close to breaking through the vines. If he dodged, he would have to start over. It would be too late!

The strength of these three ghost kings is comparable to the golden elixir, but the problem is that they consume the mana of the demon cultivators. Although they have stored some mana before, it will be used up soon.

And with the mana he has left now, it cannot support the consumption of the three ghost kings. In less than half a quarter of an hour, he will be drained of mana, and by then there will be only death!

Seeing that the light coming from the outside world was getting bigger and bigger, the demon cultivator's expression became a little more relaxed. When he left to fly to the outside world, he said to Li Zhirui fiercely: "I have written down this account, and I will make sure to transfer it to you in the future." Refined into the ghost king in my soul flag!"

ah!

Just when he was about to escape, he suddenly screamed, but he was stuck tightly by the rapidly healing vines, and those tiny vines kept drilling into his body.

Li Zhirui's hidden method gave him a fatal blow!

After the death of the demon cultivator, the ghost kings lost their magic power and turned into a wisp of black smoke and returned to the soul flag.

As for those fierce ghosts, they had long since been turned into ashes by the wind and thunder, and there were only a few dozen left, which could be wiped out casually.

After quickly cleaning up the battlefield, Li Zhirui took the demon cultivator's body and the soul flag and flew toward the southeast.

And not long after they left, there was a ray of light that stopped here, stayed for a while, let out a disappointed sigh, and left in a hurry.

The same goes for the following waves of monks.

At this time, Li Zhirui and the others had arrived at a fairy city hundreds of miles away. He planned to have a good rest for a day before returning to Ten Thousand Immortals Island.

I randomly found an inn, and when I was walking to the counter, I suddenly heard the words "demarcation stone" and calmly found a seat closer.

"Brother Xia Dao, is what you said true? Did the Zhang family really get a boundary stone?"

"You have known me for such a long time. When did I ever lie to you?" The man kept claiming so. Brother Xia's face looked better and he continued: "You just came back. Who in the city doesn't know that the Zhang family has hit a big kid?" Good luck, I got a boundary stone!"

"The Zhang family is so bold that they spread the news everywhere? Aren't they afraid that the whole family would suddenly die that night?" the monk asked curiously.

When one's own strength is insufficient, not knowing how to make a fortune silently is tantamount to courting death, and the most powerful person in the Zhang family is just a monk who relies on the third-level demon elixir to form fake elixirs.

Not to mention the outside world, within the Immortal City alone, there are no less than ten forces and dozens of golden elixir monks who can easily destroy the Zhang family.

"I'm not stupid. I've handed over the boundary stone to Shanhai Tower a long time ago. The high profile now is not to build momentum for the auction in the near future and attract more monks to come and participate in the bidding." Brother Na Xia explained.