Rebuilding the Xiuxian family

Faced with this gnawing pressure, Li Xianxun could only suppress the fear in his heart and activated the gathering fan. The spiritual wind came from all directions and turned into sharp swords. The cold light filled the sky and looked very scary.

But in front of that ordinary black light, it was nothing at all. As long as it got a little closer, it would break into a spiritual light, unable to cause any harm to it.

Seeing that the black light was about to devour Li Xianxun, he had to activate a third-level defense talisman, and an earth-yellow aura instantly protected everyone.

Since Li Shiqing's death, Li Chenglin and Li Darong have gone through a lot of practice and finally succeeded in succeeding him as the family's third-level talisman maker.

Because there are two healthy talisman makers, third-level talismans within the Li family are no longer as rare as before.

"What I hate the most in my life are you so-called proud men! I will tear you apart!" But the demon cultivator didn't know this. He only thought that Li Xianxun was highly valued and stared at him as if he was poisoned. Looking at him.

No one knew what kind of humiliation the demon cultivator had suffered, which made him hate every cultivator who was valued by his master.

"Keep on holding on, the elder will be here soon!" Li Xianxun remained calm under tremendous pressure, preventing the clansmen behind him from panicking.

But what he didn't know was that the calmer he acted, the more the anger burned in the demon cultivator's heart, and he even lost his mind in the end.

For demon cultivators, especially for evil cultivators like him who have changed from monks to practicing demon sect skills and have made rapid progress in a short period of time, there is no such thing as a Taoist heart.

The whole person was like a wild beast, only knowing how to attack crazily, wanting to kill Li Xianxun and his party to vent the anger in his heart.

The defensive talisman was quickly shattered by him, the khaki aura disappeared like everyone's hope, and the group was all exposed to the opponent's attack.

"He has lost his mind, please leave!"

Li Xianxun said to the clansmen behind him: "I still have two third-level talismans in my hand, which can last until the elders come over!"

Several tribesmen wanted to stay and help, but they were all driven away by Li Xianxun. Since the demon cultivator's main target was him, it would be enough to leave him as a bait. There was no need to put other people in danger.

Watching everyone gradually go away, Li Xianxun activated the only talisman in his hand, temporarily entangling the demon cultivator and giving the tribesmen time to escape. He also took the opportunity to launch an attack in an attempt to weaken the opponent's strength.

It's a pity that even though the magic cultivator's cultivation is obtained through opportunism and external forces, the golden elixir is the golden elixir! There was a huge gap like a chasm between the two sides. Li Xianxun's attacks could not hurt the other party at all, but made him even more angry.

Evil energy surged out from the demon cultivator's body, transforming into a green-faced demon god with fangs. His huge palm slammed down, as if it had locked onto Li Xianxun, making him unable to move.

‘Could it be that I’m going to die here? ’ Li Xianxun was filled with unwillingness. He struggled and let out a roar. The magic power in his body boiled, trying to break free.

It's a pity that he can't escape from the devil's grasp at all. He just needs a little more power to trap him in place.

The devil's big hand kept getting closer, and Li Xianxun could clearly see that death was getting closer, and he struggled without stopping with blood oozing out of his body!

"Die! All monks should die! Hahahahahaha!" The demonic cultivator laughed crazily, as if there was no trace of rationality in his whole person.

"What a close call! Fortunately, we caught up!"

A little emerald green light appeared, blocking the huge arm, and a vine dragged Li Xianxun out of danger.

The person coming was not Elder Jindan as Li Xianxun thought, but Li Zhirui himself!

The golden elixir cultivator closest to him was Li Chenglin, but he was also entangled by a golden elixir demon cultivator. He couldn't leave to save people at all, so he could only continue to pass the news to others.

And this news happened to be seen by Li Zhirui, so he flew over non-stop, and finally rescued Li Xianxun at the critical moment.

"Looking at the black karma lingering around you, if you break through the golden elixir, you may have sacrificed a lot of monks and mortals with blood, right?" Li Zhirui's eyes were full of disgust and said: "No wonder you lost your mind and became a person who only knows killing. Beast."

That is to say, the devil has a special way to avoid calamity. If it were any monk, such terrifying karma would have been struck to death by the calamity thunder.

As he spoke, Li Zhirui just stretched out his finger, and the water aura between heaven and earth quickly gathered into a whip. He whipped it at the demon god, and then it turned into evil energy and disappeared into smoke.

When he transformed into an infant, he chose the law of purification. Although with his current level of cultivation, he is still unable to use the power of the law, when he casts the spell, he will naturally carry some purification power, which is the nemesis of this evil spirit.

The water whip did not disperse directly, but tied up the demon cultivator and strangled him to death.

After solving all this, Li Zhirui looked at Li Xianxun, who was protected by the aura and had passed out, and said: "You have a firm mind and a spirit of sacrifice. It seems that you have grown very well over the years."

"Misfortunes and blessings depend on each other. After this calamity, it is good to successfully break through the golden elixir bottleneck and save several years of effort."

He looked very miserable, and the blood oozing out of his body had completely stained his clothes red. However, the injury was not serious. He could recover in a short time if he took a good rest.

When taking Li Xianxun back, Li Zhirui happened to pass by the fairy city that Li Chenglin was responsible for. He did not leave in a hurry, but hid aside.

If Li Chenglin accidentally allowed the demonic cultivator to escape, he would be able to take action in time to eliminate any further trouble.

However, after these years of hard training and training, no matter how strong his strength is, at least it is not comparable to that of an opportunistic magic cultivator.

Seeing that Li Chenglin successfully killed the demon cultivator, Li Zhirui did not show up and quietly left with Li Xianxun. He only sent him a message telling him that Li Xianxun had been rescued and that he could go to help other tribesmen or there would be no one to solve it. The place.

One day later, Li Xianxun woke up from a coma, his mind was dazed, and it took a while before he finally regained consciousness.

"Are you feeling better?" Li Zhirui asked.

Li Xianxun looked for the sound and hurriedly stood up to greet him, but was stopped by Li Zhirui, "The injury has not healed yet, so don't do these false gifts."

"As far as my ancestors are concerned, Xian Xun is much better now. Thank you so much for your help that day, ancestors."

If Li Zhirui hadn't arrived in time, he would have been a corpse by now.

"Don't take it to heart."

Li Zhirui shook his head and said: "Although you suffered a disaster this time, you also broke through the bottleneck. Now you should take good care of your injuries. After you recover, you can go back to the family to retreat and break through."