Xuanjian Immortal Clan

The setting sun is like blood, and the surroundings are dim.

It's rare for Wangyue Lake to have fog in the evening, it's extremely thick, and it's so gray that you can't see your fingers clearly. The crows are silent, the birds are silent, and the insects are falling down, motionless.

There are few people on the streets of Lijing Town, and the ground is covered with red rays of the setting sun, crawling along the cracks of the bricks. Even the vendors on the road have become lazy and have gone home early to rest. This is a big city with tens of thousands of people. , as quiet as no one.

Li Yuanping quickly went up the mountain. His father and brother were already waiting on the mountain. All the clan soldiers in front of the courtyard were driven away. The eldest sister Li Qinghong was standing in the courtyard with a gun in her hand and a complicated expression.

Her expression showed the pleasure of resolving hatred, but her hands were tightly folded in front of her chest, looking slightly uneasy. It was the first time Li Yuanping saw his sister like this, and he couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart.

"Sister!"

Li Yuanping stepped into the door and called out. Li Qinghong in front of him nodded, said nothing more, and closed the courtyard door.

"Tick..."

There was a crisp sound of collision in his ears. Li Yuanping slowly crossed the yard. His brother Li Yuanjiao was standing silently in the backyard. His father Li Xuanxuan was squatting on the threshold without saying a word, holding a handful of red jade beads in his hand.

The sky has become increasingly gloomy. Li Yuanping has not yet had spiritual consciousness, and he can hardly see clearly the scene in the courtyard. He pinches the secret in his hand to create a ray of light, and a pure white light flows.

"Brother, this is..."

As he asked, he slowly raised his head, only to find that there was another person in front of him. His face was as smooth as jade, with sharp edges and corners, and his green clothes were draped, like a cold statue.

Li Yuanping's eyes moved slowly, and he was facing a face with two lines of blood and tears.

"Tick."

There was a rustling sound on the ground, blood-red beads hit his ankles, and Li Yuanjiao's hoarse voice rang in his ears:

"This is Master Bu Zi of the Qingchi Sect. He just arrived at my house an hour ago and searched for the Lu Dan in my house, and now he looks like this."

Li Xuanxuan turned his back to the two of them, holding a gourd in his hand, sipping the spiritual wine inside, his face turned red, and he followed Li Yuanjiao's words:

"Your brother and I checked it for a long time. I'm afraid Bu Zi was frightened to death after seeing that thing."

‘I was frightened to death… I was frightened to death…’

His father's words kept echoing in his ears. Li Yuanping stood there blankly and murmured:

"You mean...Qingchi Zhenren died suddenly in my house?"

His pale face slowly turned to fear, and he said eagerly:

"Run! At least send the children out of the family, this..."

"No."

Li Yuanjiao shook his head, with a gloomy look on his face. He had obviously thought about it for a long time, and whispered:

"The Qingchi Sect doesn't know about this yet, and the soul lamp in the sect has not been extinguished. Otherwise, the Qingchi monks would have broken through Taixu and come here, and my house would have been razed to the ground!"

If the Qingchi Sect died in Wangyue Lake, how would things go?

What's more, this Zifu is a direct descendant of the Chi family and the actual head of the Qingchi Sect... Not only is the Qingchi Sect going to explode, it may also alarm the monks above the Zifu.

Even assuming that the Qingchi Sect does not have a golden elixir, and most of the Zifu are cunning and will not come in person, if it is really known that Chi Buzi is dead, there must be figures in Taixu, and there may be double-digit figures. Brother Ji breaks through Taixu and sends it, and the entire Wangyue Lake will be turned upside down!

Everyone knew the consequences and fell silent.

"Maybe the real person is not dead."

Li Qinghong suddenly spoke, and several people looked at each other, then retreated out together, closed the small door to the backyard, and stood each in the front yard.

"Brother."

Li Yuanping had just arrived in the front yard, and he had quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice:

"No matter whether the real person is dead or otherwise, quickly send out the direct descendants and disperse in various directions. While the Qingchi Sect has not responded, keep the fire in the family..."

"Go to the Kingdom of Wu and seize a small mountain and temple. Although you have to lose everything in your family, you can still save your life...or go to the East China Sea and seize a small island with your family's strength and wait for the opportunity..."

Li Qinghong's voice was clear and she suddenly interrupted him:

"Once my Li family leaves, I'm afraid I won't bring it upon myself. The monks of Zifu can figure out our traces! What's more..."

She looked a little lonely, her voice gradually became lower, and her red lips opened and closed:

"My great father killed the Wrathful Maha in the Yue Kingdom in the south of the Yangtze River, on the bank of Wangyue Lake. The monks with angry eyes did not dare to come to take revenge. If they left here, those monks with angry eyes and Taoism would be like a pack of wolves. Come on... let alone pity, even a mage can destroy my family!"

Only then did Li Yuanping remember the blame thrown at him by someone from the Purple Mansion. He suddenly felt suffocated and gritted his teeth and said:

"Then, is it difficult to go to Xiu Yue Sect? The three sects have never interfered with each other. We are under the rule of Qingchi. If we go to Xiu Yue, how can we be tolerated?"

Li Qinghong grabbed the gun and shook his head slightly:

"Under the Xiuyue Sect...wherever there is a place where I can get involved, I can only stay as a guest. A group of Qi practitioners like me cannot be supported by two fairy mountains."

Li Yuanjiao was silent for a long time, and then he used his magic power to transmit the message:

"The Immortal Jian is of extremely high rank. I wonder if the person holding the Jian can be deduced. If not, there will be a chance of escape."

The meaning of his words was obvious, that is, he wanted a member of the Li family to escape with a warning. Li Xuanxuan and others were suddenly silent after hearing this.

"This is because Bu Zi is dead. If Bu Zi is not dead and he suffers such a loss, how can he let us go?"

The sound of blood dripping in the backyard made people irritated. Li Xuanxuan finally twirled his beard and spoke:

"Jiao'er, you take your things with you and don't worry about things at home."

Li Yuanjiao stroked the long sword at his waist and was organizing his words. Before he spoke, Li Xuan said:

"I'll take care of the rest. You have the highest level of cultivation and your skills are not conspicuous. If you take the [Green Ruler Sword], you can do it all in the world. I'm looking for a place to retreat to break through and build a foundation..."

Li Yuanjiao gritted his teeth and thought over and over again. The thoughts in his mind went back and forth, and the hand holding the sword tightened tighter and tighter.

There was silence in the courtyard, so quiet that people felt panicked. The night was bright and clear, and the white moonlight drifted down. Li Yuanjiao raised his head and looked at his brothers, his expression suddenly frozen on his face.

There had been no movement for a long time. His father Li Xuanxuan stood there holding his beard, his pupils dilated, while Li Yuanping's face was covered with beads of sweat, flowing down his neck.

Li Qinghong stood quietly like a sculpture, the [Du Ruo] in her hand was silently held in her hand, her slender hands turned white, and there was a little sweat on her nose.

‘Why so quiet! ’

"Crunch..."

Under the snow-white moonlight, the door to the backyard was slowly pushed open, with pale hands supporting the door frame, and the cyan robe hanging down, astonishingly white under the moonlight, as if it was shining brightly.

"Wow..."

Red jade beads were scattered on the ground in the backyard, rolling gently on the stone bricks in the front yard.

"Crack."

This is the sound of footsteps.

I wanted to stop here before because I was afraid of being stabbed by book friends, but fortunately there is an update.