Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Jianixi, wearing animal skins and bird feathers, holding an animal bone spear, quietly walked onto the high platform, his aura already established. The bright morning sun draped over his body, and the golden light made him look like a god descended from the world.

Under the high platform, the endless darkness of the Shangyue tribe was kneeling down and worshiping devoutly and peacefully. Everyone's eyes were filled with hope and light. The one hundred years of chaos and disorder in Shangyue were about to end, and this king would usher in a new era for them.

Different from the intense excitement of the people in the audience, Jianixi's eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain. He stood on the high platform with stiff hands and feet, staring coldly at the Shanyue people who were kneeling below.

"Janixi, the time has come."

Next to him, the old witch holding the animal-headed scepter high and wearing a black robe spoke hoarsely. His aura was at the peak of foundation building, and his hoarse voice floated to Jia Nixi's ears.

"Don't delay... As long as you die peacefully, we won't touch your people."

The old witch looked helpless, and he had already cursed the senior brother who pushed him down the mountain.

"It turns out that Jia Nixi has already noticed that something is wrong. No wonder everyone is blaming each other... I have been in seclusion for so many years, and I thought this was a good job!"

"It's really not easy to force him to make a sacrifice with peace of mind. This guy has no heirs or a wife. The only thing he cares about is the hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers. I can only use this to blackmail him. If he hadn't walked up to the altar himself. , I’m waiting for you to talk nonsense, I can just tie him up and throw him up.”

Jia Nixi glanced at him contemptuously. He held the spear in his hand tightly and stepped forward slowly. The light red light was already flowing from the lines on the high platform. Suddenly he saw him saying:

"Old guy, let me ask you, can you support the people and manage the army?"

The old witch saw the disdain on Janixi's face. He completely lost the helplessness he had when he was forcing hundreds of thousands of mountains to force him a few days ago. His heart skipped a beat, and the hair on his body stood up, and he said in a harsh voice:

"Janixi! Don't ignore hundreds of thousands of mountains and do such impulsive things!"

Jianixi laughed, became furious, and said coldly:

"The army is my sword, and the people are my carriage. How can anyone die for the utensils?"

As soon as he said this, the old witch suddenly felt that something was wrong. He felt that the mana was surging in his body, and he felt like he was destroying the mysterious scene. He shouted repeatedly:

"Master!"

The situation in the sky suddenly changed. A big, skinny hand came across the sky, trying to suppress the changes in Jia Nixi's body. Unexpectedly, a mysterious light came from the east and hit the hand, blocking it for a moment. .

"Click."

The six chakras in Janixi's body shattered in response, and the foundation of the avenue built in his body exploded. Red blood spurted out, shocking the old witch's expression.

"What do you want, woman?"

Jianixi took off his armor and asked her calmly.

"I want the king to live."

she says.

The memory suddenly ended, and the King of Shanyue exploded into pieces of flesh and blood in front of tens of thousands of Shanyue, and the red blood stained the entire high platform.

Jianixi's brown eyeball flew out dozens of feet, bounced down to the foot of the high platform, and rolled down in front of the kneeling Shanyue women.

The Shanyue woman was carrying a child on her back. She jumped up as if she had been bitten by a snake. She held up the deep brown eyes tremblingly. Her face turned green and white. She coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood.

There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth. The huge terror suppressed the troops and people below and could not utter a word. Dark clouds and lightning quickly gathered in the sky, and strong winds swept every corner.

"who is it……"

A murmur appeared in the old witch's ears. He knelt down and shivered. His cultivation at the peak of foundation building could not bring him a sense of security. There was a dead silence in the old witch's heart.

"It's not an old friend...it's the newly promoted Zifu...who is it?!"

Thunderous shouts rang in the old witch's ears, and the Qi-training Shanyue people on the stage suddenly exploded into a pulp. The high platform made of mud and bricks collapsed with the sound, and the rolling mud and sand rolled down. The thick earthy smell suddenly filled the entire Dajueting.

"Who taught his Shattered Wheel to disintegrate?! Who!"

A middle-aged man in black robes stood in the air. The old witch was covered in dirt and kneeling in a miserable state. Then he saw the middle-aged man raised his hand, his expression full of violence.

"It's been so many years...no one has ever made me suffer such a big loss!"

The majestic momentum swept across all directions, and the entire mountainous area of ​​Da Jueting began to tremble.

"Master! This is Xuanguang Technique...most likely done by the Demon Sect!"

The old witch's back felt cold, and he stammered a reply, then heard the middle-aged Zifu say coldly:

"Qingchi Demon Sect... When I was in power, I was just a small sect guarding the dilapidated mountain gate. Now you dare to bully me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared over the ruins. The old witch knelt for a while before he dared to quietly raise his head and saw that the middle-aged man had gone away and drove away on the shuttle.

Only tens of thousands of Shanyue fell to the ground, crying lowly. Thousands of misty incense turned into light gray resentment, wandering over Dajueting.

"Your Majesty..."

The people on the ground were weeping and kneeling around the brown eyeball, but the sound of rustling and shaking wings was slowly heard in the distance.

"Locust! Locust!"

But I heard the guards on the city wall shouting loudly. In the distance, gray-black locusts swarmed in like a mountain, making a rustling sound and flying freely over Dajueting, sucking in the resentment condensed from the drought and disaster.

"Buzz..."

The locusts hit people without thinking and were only in pain, but the Shanyue people cried for their fathers and mothers, trampled and pushed each other, and the entire Great Jueting instantly became a hell on earth.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing the surging crowd quickly gathering, the woman carrying the child quickly lifted the boy high and threw it on the low boulder with all her strength. He was immediately submerged in the sea of ​​people and turned into flesh and bones on the ground.

Amidst the overwhelming sound of locusts flapping their wings, the golden morning light was obscured by dark clouds, and the entire northern foothills once again fell into the thickest darkness.

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Humid moisture filled the air, and the towns were filled with joyful laughter. The villagers moved out various containers from urinals to large vats, and happily waited for the arrival of the heavy rain.

"Finally it's raining!"

The sadness on Li Xuanxuan's face finally dissipated, and he looked at the townspeople running on the street with a smile. The drought had lasted for eight months, and now it finally rained.

Li Xuanling beside him pursed his lips and said nothing, and his expression became joyful. The gray Xuanshui sword on the Qingfeng in his hand shone brightly, and it was obvious that he had achieved a lot of results.

Li Jingtian looked out the window with a smile on her face. Raindrops hit the stone road little by little. Chen Donghe beside her looked at her quietly.

"Winter River."

Li Jingtian suddenly called out. Chen Donghe blushed and lowered his head in shock, but he quickly replied:

"ah?"

"Tell me about my father in the west."

Chen Donghe suddenly looked happy and told her everything about the westward march. Li Jingtian listened quietly and nodded slightly from time to time.

The majestic heavy rain hit every corner. All the villagers were running and celebrating in the heavy rain, with cheerful smiles on their faces. Li Tongya rode the wind and watched among the clouds for a while, and his eyebrows felt a little more relaxed. color.

"Good rain, really good rain."

Looking westward from afar, the suffocating breath had disappeared. Li Tongya thought to himself:

"I think Janixi is already finished, and we still have to wait for the news to come... before I can breathe a sigh of relief."

Having an enemy like Jianixi by his side always makes people toss and turn. As long as Jianixi dies, the fifteen villages in Shanyue are just a mob. The monks on Wushan Mountain don't come out of the mountain. The remaining Qi Lianshan Mountains are tied up and it's not enough for him to fight with one hand. of.

"What's more, the blood sacrifice has been completed, and I don't know how many qi trainings are left in the mountain."

It's a pity that this boundary is drawn between Shanyue Zifu and Qingchi Sect, otherwise Li Tongya might not be able to cross the border and annex several villages.

As he slowly landed in the courtyard, Li Tongya saw Liu Rouxuan approaching with a smile and said:

"My husband is back."

Liu Rouxuan has been practicing for so many years, but her cultivation level is only at the third level of Fetal Breathing. After all, her talent is not very high, and she has practiced the first-level Fetal Breathing Technique. She has not made any progress for many years, and now she has some white hair on her temples.

"Um."

Li Tongya responded gently. He and Liu Rouxuan had known each other for nearly twenty years and were very familiar with each other. He held her hand and saw Liu Rouxuan's expression of worry, and smiled:

"What's wrong?"

"Husband..."

Liu Rouxuan lowered her eyebrows and replied:

"I have chosen several concubines for you, and they are all waiting outside."

Li Tongya paused for a moment, waved away the women who came in with a strange expression, and said with a smile:

"What are you thinking about!"

Liu Rouxuan arched her eyebrows and whispered:

"I know that my talent is not high, and I am afraid that I will not be able to practice Qi for the rest of my life, and it will be difficult for me to stay with my husband for a long time. Now I have only one person from Xuanling, and I will have few heirs..."

Li Tongya opened his mouth but did not say anything. The clan's elixirs and spiritual rice were always distributed according to their qualifications. The Xuanxuan Xuanling people were not enough, so Liu Rouxuan was naturally ignored. With her qualifications, she might not be able to survive until her death. Can't break through Qi training.

"this……"

Li Tongya uttered a word with some difficulty. With his style, it was naturally difficult for him to spend the resources of the clan to favor his wife. However, Liu Rouxuan shook her head gently and said:

"I don't mean that."

"I am not good at fighting and have poor qualifications. Even if I practice Qi, it is just a waste. How dare I waste the resources of the clan? I just want my husband to leave more heirs."

Li Tongya shook his head, feeling quite moved, and whispered:

"It goes without saying that we, who come from a peasant family, cannot learn the style of having three wives and four concubines."

"Xuanling is well-behaved and calm, and he works hard every day. This is all your fault. I haven't thanked you properly yet."

Liu Rouxuan wanted to say more, but was blocked by Li Tongya, who whispered softly:

"If you want an heir, just give me another one."