Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Linghai County.

Linghai County was originally the territory of the Yu family. After the Qingchi Sect regained the territory, the Yu family immediately changed its banner. With many ancestors working in the Qingchi Sect, they retained most of the territory and continued to be the boss of Linghai County.

Later, several ancestors died, and the Yu family became worse and worse year by year. It gradually became depressed. Finally, a genius named Yu Yuchuan emerged, but he died hastily in southern Xinjiang. The main line of the Yu family has declined, and several branches have their own. After uniting with foreign surnames and establishing their own mountain, Nuo Da's territory is still owned by the Yu family. In fact, they share the same surname but do not agree with each other, and they are independent in their own affairs.

Fortunately, Linghai County is located in the southeast, and there are no foreign enemies around it. The Qingchi Sect does not allow families to connect to the county across states. The Linghai Yu family is divided into stalemates, maintaining the class that has been solidified for 180 years.

There are quite a lot of people on the broad avenue. From time to time, small merchants and hawkers pass by on donkeys and horses. A young man in ragged clothes squats on the roadside. His face is pale and his lips are blood red. He looks at the pedestrians with frivolous eyes. Suddenly, He opened his mouth and said:

"Master, what kind of cultivator does this cultivator of Zifu's Jindan Dao practice?"

An old farmer who was sweating profusely emerged from the pedestrians on the side. He was smelly and sat down next to the young man. He showed his yellow teeth and replied:

"Zifu Jindan Dao... This Dao cultivates nature. It likes to eat people, do tricks, refine elixirs and collect energy, and plays with the common people. There are few good things."

The young man raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Is this the way to cultivate the golden nature? If you want your own nature to last forever, you will naturally do whatever you can to do it."

"Hey!"

The old farmer only replied:

"If you are practicing fortune-telling, how good is the Maha Dharma sign? You have been a slave for generations, and you have been a Maha Dharma year after year. When you meet a monk who has the Maha Dharma sign, you will know that it is hopeless and unfair. Heavier than a Jindan Dao monk!"

The old farmer scolded him so much that he was spitting. The young man covered his nose and replied:

"You might as well put on a new suit, this guy is too annoying."

The old farmer was stunned, raised his head as if he suddenly realized something, looked around confusedly, slapped his thigh and cursed:

"What the hell did you do to come here? I'm confused day by day."

She jumped up as if she didn't recognize the young man and walked up the road. Not long after, a peasant woman came over, her appearance was quite clean, she smiled and cursed:

"I have practiced magic for more than ten years, but I still care about this skin!"

The young man curled his lips and said:

"You feel good now. You escaped from that sinister person, and now you are running rampant in the world, with no one to control you. You are so free!"

"Damn it."

The peasant woman cursed, her lips moved up and down neatly, and she replied:

"I gave them most of my golden nature and destiny. The rest of the golden elixir is not enough, and the Mahamaha practice is not enough, so I can only survive for a while. What's the point of being free!"

"Fortunately, the weather has changed. If there are still three disasters and nine disasters, I won't be able to survive even if I want to. It would be ridiculous to be in this situation!"

The young man sneered, disapproving, and replied:

"You said that Shanyue Duanmu Kui was so miraculous and talented that he was completely destroyed and didn't even have a chance to be reincarnated. You can ask for it again. What's so funny about it?"

The peasant woman smiled, showing her yellowish teeth, put her hands on her hips, exposed her strong arms, and explained:

"He has a violent personality and insists on getting a golden elixir. He thinks that if an immortal promises it, it will become a golden elixir. Naturally, he ends up like this. It's not that he can't compromise but he is unwilling. If they really want to fight, those two evil men will He may not be his opponent."

"Even after he died and turned into a monster, he almost escaped from those two people. Duan Mukui is a great witch who has dominated the world, and I can't compare with him."

The young man nodded thoughtfully, and the peasant woman said seriously:

"Yan'er, let's not talk about this. Let my master and apprentice join forces to kill the Qingchi Sect. You can avenge your mother's murder. I will find my good Taoist foundation. After finishing these things, I will hide and practice. Don't do anything. And then mix it into it.”

The young man nodded silently and just asked:

"What kind of foundation are you looking for?"

The peasant woman paused and said:

"It's just the "Old Man on the Stream" and "The Vast Sea". Xiao Chuting wants to cultivate the nature of Jia Zikan Shui Qian Na. This person is insidious. He will hang me up and eat him when the time comes. Changxiaomen and Dalukui Guan There is hope for a breakthrough in the Zi Mansion, so we can’t take those two paths...and Master Shangyuan, there are really not many paths that can be cultivated."

She thought for a moment and replied:

"There are many Lei Cultivators in this area of ​​the Yue Kingdom, but there is no Zi Mansion. It is also an easy road to follow. You can find me a Taoist foundation like "Winter Thunder" and "Spring Jingzhe"!"

The young man nodded, stepped on his feet, and flew up lightly. The peasant woman on the ground quickly raised her wrinkled and calloused hands, pinched her fingers, and shouted:

"Thirty-two miles to the north, there is the city of Qingchi Sect!"

The young man heard this, and the short journey was over in an instant, and he flew in front of the illusory formation in Zongfang City. The great formation in Qingchi Zongfang City had been shattered, and the overlapping buildings and densely packed spiritual fields were revealed. There were shouts and screams one after another, and someone exclaimed in shock:

"Why are you closing the formation? Senior Brother Chi! What are you doing? Open the formation quickly! Aren't you afraid of being punished by the sect!"

Standing in the air was a man dressed in green clothes, with a handsome face, but a crazy expression. His clothes were covered with blood stains, and he shouted wildly:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The man flew forward and tried to restrain him. Brother Chi pulled out his sword with his backhand and slashed at the man with a whirring sound. The monk quickly used his magic weapon to block it.

"block!"

The magical weapon was ejected like a flying bird, and red blood dripped down. Normally, the two of them were on par, but unexpectedly, Senior Brother Chi suddenly became extremely powerful, gently knocked his magical weapon away, and chopped off his arm with a single blow. Come.

The man was in unbearable pain and frightened, but when he fell, his arm stretched out like a ball of mud, jumping and flying, like a mule in heat, jumping and grabbing at his own face. .

"What kind of magic is this!"

"Brother! Let me help you!"

The remaining monks from the Qing Po Sect below flew up one after another, but they were unable to rescue him at all. The man was slapped by his own palm, and his head spun four or five times like a top, and he saw that he was no longer alive.

"What!"

The monk who came to rescue was stunned. Unexpectedly, the man's corpse only trembled for a breath in the air. The remaining hand touched his neck, and with a click, a dark white spine with bloodshot eyes was pulled out along with the head, like a long sword. Usually the monks who came to help were smashed in the face.

The monk still couldn't understand, so he ejected more than a dozen talismans at once, and the dead souls emerged, and he said sternly:

"Demon cultivator! Zifu demon cultivator..."

"Click."

Before he could finish his words, someone slapped him hard on the head. He spun around like a top for several weeks without making any sound. His hands and feet quickly left his body, pulling out his heart, spleen, stomach, and lungs. They each went about their own business, looking for monks everywhere. went.

"Demon cultivator...it's a demon cultivator!"

The whole city was filled with blood and blood, and screams were heard one after another. The young man stood quietly in the sky, with a group of flesh and blood hovering around him, leaning against him obediently like docile dogs and beasts, and he smiled brightly. Looking at the monks fleeing in all directions, he said loudly to the retreating figure:

"Tell Qingchi Sect that Jiang Yan is here to avenge the massacre of the county!"

The sound echoed slowly in the air. A group of Qingchi monks ran faster. Jiang Yan enjoyed it in the air for a while. A man's head flew over with disheveled hair. He spoke in a loud voice, spurting blood and laughing:

"The Qingchi Sect is so arrogant that it doesn't even have a foundation in such a huge city. Leave quickly, the Yu family is already on the way!"