Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Li Yuanjiao used magic formulas to brush off the dust on his body and burned incense. Then he went into the secret room to get the Dharma Jian. The cold blue-gray Jian in his hand always made his heart pound and he felt a little at a loss.

"The fate of a family is based on a lesson."

There is no record of the existence of this Jianzi in the family history. Li Yuanjiao later received the talisman seed, and Li Tongya took out the internal history from under the stone platform in the secret room. Li Yuanjiao cried and laughed after reading it, and then he understood the Dharma Jianzi.

Li Yuanjiao read the jade slips over and over several times and kept them in his mind before walking out of the ancestral hall.

What makes Li Yuanjiao a little confused is that even in the internal history, the origin of the blue-grey Dharma Jian is unclear and inconsistent.

Aunt Li Jingtian wrote in the family biography:

"The Duke has obtained the Dharma instrument and practiced in it."

However, it is written in Li Mutian's biography:

"The ancestor traveled north with the immortals, became an immortal foundation, traveled across Wu and Yue with the Xuanjian, and returned to his hometown in 219 years to establish his clan."

"Instantly obtain the magic weapon...what is the instant magic weapon..."

Li Yuanjiao once listened to Li Xuanxuan's dictation that Li Mutian was a mortal, but how could such a magic weapon come from a mortal...

Li Yuanjiao was lost in thought. Unknowingly, he left the mountain and flew north for more than ten miles. Then he came to his senses and took out the magic book from his arms. The mysterious lines on it were faintly glowing, and the blue-gray body of the book was revealed. It looks more atmospheric.

Li Yuanjiao touched it gently, his spiritual consciousness sank into it, and he said respectfully:

"Li Yuanjiao, a disciple of the Li family, looks up to He Xuanze and respectfully asks for the mysterious magic. I would like to send out the mysterious light of Taiyin to kill the evil rebels and destroy the evil spirits!"

As soon as Li Yuanjiao finished speaking, his eyes lit up, as if he was floating high in the sky, and the entire Lijing Town and even the entire Li family appeared in front of his eyes.

The hustle and bustle of people below, the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs all resounded in my ears. From the patrolling clan soldiers to the dense forest to the deep blue rippling lake, everything was in front of my eyes.

"call."

Li Yuanjiao understood that as long as his mind moved, the dazzling Taiyin Xuanguang would hit any corner at the foot of the mountain with one breath. He relaxed his mind, zoomed in from a distance, and headed in the direction pointed by the jade bracelet.

As he walked through the woods and dark rocks in a state of wandering mind, a cave appeared in front of him. It was rough and narrow, and the stone walls were full of traces of slashes with sword energy. At first glance, they looked like they had been carved out in a hasty manner.

There was a futon in the middle, and a middle-aged man in black robe was sitting cross-legged, playing with the jade bracelet in his hand.

This man has a cold face, a short beard, and a second-level Qi cultivation level. From time to time, he looks outside worriedly, with some fear remaining in his expression, and he doesn't know what he is afraid of.

Seeing the jade bracelet in this man's hand, Li Yuanjiao didn't understand, and thought to himself:

"There is indeed a problem..."

The monk's clothes were ordinary clothes, nothing could be seen. Li Yuanjiao secretly remembered his face in his mind and walked around the mountain, but found no trace of anyone.

Resisting the urge to give this man a shot of Taiyin Xuanguang, Li Yuanjiao slowly took his hand away and was about to fall back into the mountain when he suddenly paused as if he remembered something.

He raised his head and looked at the white clouds gathering day and night on the Fei family's Hanyun Peak in the north, and an uncontrollable desire to explore arose in his heart.

"Why don't you take this opportunity to see what's going on under the Fei family's formation!"

Li Yuanjiao thought for a few breaths and then took off in the wind. He couldn't put the Dharma Book into his storage bag, so he had to carefully hide it in his arms and fly over the lake invisibly.

The waves on the lake were rolling, and Li Yuan flew for a short while. He found a small island on the lake near the north shore and sat down cross-legged. He took out the magic book again and closed his eyes to concentrate.

Across the lake on the shore, the land veins on the north shore were towering. As the terrain climbed, Li Yuanjiao saw a chaotic Fei family territory.

More than a dozen people were surrounded by smoke, firelight and magic light intertwined, and demonic auras rose up. Dark magic power flowed, making it very noisy. You could even see several monks fighting with each other, and the brilliance of magic weapons kept colliding in the air.

The Fairy Mountain of the Fei Family was sealed off, and most of the secular towns were filled with embryonic monks. They could not suppress the casual cultivators who were coming and going. They were all supported by the Fei Family's past reputation. The towns refused to obey anyone, and they scattered all over the place, and everyone was looking at them. The fight started.

The monsters in Dali Mountain and Xu State also took advantage of this opportunity, and they were like hungry wolves looking for food, eating and killing people wantonly. It was difficult for these fetal breath monks to protect themselves, let alone get rid of the monsters.

"The Fei family has been an aristocratic family for many years. At least the casual cultivators who come and go dare not take action, otherwise the situation will be even worse."

He only took a brief glance at it, then turned to the great formation that shone with white light and enveloped the towering Cold Cloud Peak. It was indeed very old, with many formations that were complex and simple. It was said that even the foundation-building monks could defend against it.

Li Yuanjiao bumped into it tentatively, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he passed the Fei family's clan formation as if it was nothing.

The clouds and mist on Hanyun Peak are full of spiritual energy. Pines and cypresses are everywhere, and white snow is flying. The snowflakes flying in the sky are intertwined with the scattered paper money, and the mountains and ridges are covered with white flowers. White ribbons are tied in the courtyard, and they are blowing in the wind. Floating gently in the air.

A group of houses collapsed at the foot of the peak. There was no trace of anyone and it was empty. However, there were deep sword marks emerging among the ruins. The sharp sword energy spurted out, breaking the snowflakes into pieces.

Li Yuanjiao silently raised his sight and saw a handsome young man dressed in plain clothes in the highest courtyard, kneeling on the ground. He was only at the peak of his cultivation level. Surrounded by a group of uncles and elders, all of them had handsome faces. Sad color.

"Tongyu...this formation has been running for half a year, and the family really can't bear the consumption..."

"Yes! Tongyu...the head of the family has left a rich family fortune, but he can't afford your consumption..."

"You kneel in the ancestral hall every day, but you don't know that the flower spirit stone is like running water..."

Snowflakes fell one after another, and the young man knelt in the middle of the courtyard. He was dressed in plain clothes and looked very handsome. His originally calm face was full of grief and uneasiness. He clenched his teeth and said nothing.

This person also attended Li Yuanjiao's marriage. Li Yuanjiao remembered that this person was Fei Tongyu, the son of the Fei family. Now his cultivation has also improved and he has reached the peak of fetal breath.

Passing by this group of people, Li Yuanjiao raised his head to look at the memorial tablet above.

"First of all, please pay filial piety to Duke Fei and hope that Mr. Baifu will be born in Yuming."

The candlelight flickered, making the fonts on the pale golden tablet particularly dazzling. The dark coffin was placed in the courtyard covered with snowflakes. Li Yuanjiao looked at it carefully, and his heart was full of horror:

"Fei Wangbai...is dead."

The eyes of the corpse in the coffin were closed, and its face was as before life. The body was separated, and a white cloth was covered around the neck to cover up the horrific wound.

"Fei Wangbai...is really dead."

Fei Wangbai, the dignified Foundation-Building Immortal Cultivator, the only genius in the Fei family to break through the Foundation Establishment in the past century, who silently pushed the Yu family down to its peak and led the Fei family to Wangyue Lake, died quietly on his own Immortal Mountain. .