Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Gu Yanfang is located in the desert, and the roads in the village are all made of sand and gravel. Chen Donghe and Li Yuanjiao walked for a while, and then they heard the sound of hawking everywhere, and when they looked up, they saw people everywhere.

Li Yuanjiao walked on the other side and told Chen Donghe the news about Li Xuanfeng's foundation building. Chen Donghe looked a little better, but his tone was a little matter-of-fact, and he replied:

"Xuan Feng has been different from ordinary people since he was a child. He has the best talent among the brothers, so he should build his foundation."

The two walked for a while, and Chen Donghe's expression returned to normal. He pointed at the noisy crowd around him and explained:

"Although the Guyan Desert is full of sand and soil and does not support people very much, it does produce a large amount of spiritual objects and ores. The monks from all directions are crowding here. Therefore, the number of fetal breath monks in this city far exceeds that of Guanyun Peak."

He looked to the left and right, and his voice became lower and lower, and gradually changed to using mana to transmit the sound:

"In the final analysis, it is the Jinyu Sect that has some control over the temple clans under its rule, and also registers casual cultivators to balance the struggle among the casual cultivators. Therefore, most of the low-level monks can survive smoothly, and their number is equal to that of Qingchi. times."

Li Yuanjiao looked at the energy of the people around him, nodded, and replied:

"However, the number of purple mansions, foundation building, and Qi training within the Qingchi Sect is the highest in the Yue Kingdom. In fact, for the fetal breath monks, the resources they create are far less than the resources they can annex and kill regularly..."

"In this way, the incompetent will naturally make way for the capable and talented, and good qualifications will not be wasted on mediocrity."

The Li family has been under the Qingchi Sect for so many years and has deep connections. Naturally, they are very knowledgeable. Li Yuanjiao continued:

"On the same territory, the scattered fetal breath Qi cultivating small clans can only grow one kind of spiritual rice, and they have to rub, argue, and fight with each other. They can't compare to the well-organized and highly cultivated foundation-building families."

His eyes swept over the stalls at his feet and sighed:

"But I have to admit that the Qingchi Sect's clan system, clan system, and methods must be more sophisticated, ruthless, and complete and secretive... Only in order to grow from a small sect on Qingchi Mountain to the behemoth it is today."

Chen Donghe was silent, and the two of them changed the subject in this depressing atmosphere with a tacit understanding. Li Yuanjiao frowned and said:

"Uncle Donghe, I brought a bottle of [Xiaoqing Spiritual Energy]. This is the most common thing, but I have never seen anyone selling it... Why is this?"

Chen Donghe pointed to the yellow sand everywhere and explained:

"[Xiaoqing Reiki] requires collecting spiritual energy from deep mountains and high ridges. In the desert here, it is naturally impossible to collect this kind of thing. Since ancient times, there have been many substitution methods. Nowadays, most of them use [Small Quicksand Qi] instead. During practice, Most people don’t use this thing anymore, it’s rare and cheap…”

After Chen Donghe explained, Li Yuanjiao suddenly understood. The two of them found a shop and hung up the [Azure Blue Blade] in exchange for fifty spirit stones.

Although this object is a pair of magic weapons and a middle-grade Qi training weapon, it is a pity that the curved-edged double swords are too rare. After several rounds of negotiation, they can only be exchanged for a reasonable price.

Li Yuanjiao took these spiritual stones and felt relieved:

'No wonder most of the qi-training monks use fetal breath instruments. These fifty spiritual stones are enough for an ordinary qi-training monk to work hard for more than ten years without practicing. If he practices, he still has to spend money to buy supplies. , this time will more than double...forty years for a magic weapon...and several more forty years! ’

Then he took out the Demonic Cultivation Sledgehammer that Li Qinghong had seized from his storage bag. It was a low-grade Qi training hammer, which was only worth thirty spirit stones. He then sold the rest of the fetal breath magic weapons, and added Li Qinghong's nine, which made almost a hundred. A spiritual stone.

[Xiao Qing Spiritual Energy] was cheap and scarce here, so Li Yuanjiao had no choice but to put it away. Chen Donghe took six spiritual stones and stuffed them into his hands, barely collecting the majority of them, leaving a dozen empty spiritual stones.

‘Xi Zhi said in the letter that although Yuan Tuan could give some spiritual stones, it is not worth it to build a foundation for these spiritual stones. ’

He put away everything, and the two of them walked out of Fangshi together, riding the wind in the vast desert. Li Yuanjiao hesitated for a moment, and said towards Chen Donghe:

"Is there any way to earn spiritual stones in the desert?"

Chen Donghe thought for a moment and replied:

"There are some, but most of them will take several years, not to mention that it is impossible to gather more than ten spiritual stones."

Li Yuanjiao could only give up and handed a few pills on his body to Chen Donghe and whispered:

"Uncle Donghe, what happened to [Jinyang Huangyuan]?"

"Already eighty percent."

Chen Donghe took out an jade vase from his storage bag and replied:

"It will take another year and a half before the Golden Yang Huangyuan will be available!"

"good."

Li Yuanjiao praised and replied:

"Then I will return to the clan first. Uncle Donghe, take care of yourself. After some time, I will personally come to greet you."

The two said some parting words, and Li Yuanjiao agreed to worship Li Tongya on his behalf, then left in the wind.

…………

Linghai County.

Yu family.

The Yu family of Linghai has been a family for many years. The disciples of the family have worshiped at many immortal peaks in the Qingchi Sect to practice. The various branches of the clan support different immortal peaks, and even fight against each other for power and profit.

In the empty city, the streets and alleys were clean, and the streets were empty. Only the faint sound of voices could be heard from the main hall at the highest point in the city. They turned out to be several foundation-building monks from the Yu family, standing in a row in a very awkward manner. .

The clan leaders of these lines have never met each other, and even when they discuss matters at home, they have to send messages to others. Now they are all in this empty city, with respectful faces and different costumes, standing quietly. .

Sitting high in the main hall in front of you was a black-robed monk, holding a belly that looked like it was six months pregnant. His face was shiny, grinning and laughing, pausing from time to time to take a few deep breaths.

"Is the mage still satisfied?"

Among the Yu family members, the eldest man standing at the front came out with a smile. Cang Sheng asked a question, and saw Murong Xia grinning and replied:

"Satisfied! So satisfied! Your family is still the most generous. There are 16,000 people in our family. You are the most intelligent and not attached to this mortal body."

"Hahaha, as long as the mage is satisfied! As long as the mage is satisfied!"

The lonely wind was blowing through the empty streets, making a whistling sound. The Yu family master laughed, feeling very satisfied in his heart, and said to himself:

‘This one is about to become Maha! If it weren't for the exchange of interests between the immortals and the Buddhists, where would the Yu family be able to obtain this person? Now, wouldn't it be nice to earn a favor while he hasn't yet attained Maha? ’

So Mian Shan's smile became even more enthusiastic, and he asked again:

"Is this city enough for you? If not, I will find some people with great blessings, clean them carefully, and go to the Master's belly to enjoy the blessings."

The monk was half-lying on the golden throne, humming a few syllables. His belly looked like it was six months pregnant, and the exposed belly was full of purple marks. He smiled and said:

"No, no, no! One hundred and sixty-six thousand, seven hundred and fifty-six people are enough. If there are more, I'm afraid my blessed land will be blown up."

He groaned twice, as if he was feeling uncomfortable in his stomach. After a few breaths, he continued:

"Since I do good deeds and meditate, I will no longer follow the incompetent path of pity. Now I have attained enlightenment and will become a Maha! From now on, I will take back the cultivation accumulated in my previous life and go further!"

This mage is naturally Murong Xia, the mage who passed by the Li family back then. Now he has been walking and eating all the way to Linghai County for more than ten years. He sat on the table with his belly in his arms, smacked his lips, and shouted:

"I'm going to realize it! I'm going to realize it!"

The Yu family naturally congratulated each other, and then they saw blood flowing from Murong Xia's body. She turned over, as if adjusting her posture, and shouted:

"Alas!"

"boom!"

The big belly exploded with a bang, bursts of strange fragrance flowed out, and bursts of colorful light were released. The sound of wind whistling in the belly, the extravagant sound of silk and bamboo, and the laughter of men, women, old and young suddenly became intense, right in my ears.

Among the various bleeding organs, a baby unexpectedly jumped out of Murong Xia's belly. It grew in the wind, and in a moment it looked like a seventeen or eighteen year old. It was neither male nor female, feminine and compassionate. There were six arms behind and in front of her. Hold the magic weapon.

A piece of golden powder fell on his body, clattering down as he moved, and immediately turned into people of all sizes, cheering and running around on the ground.

When the Yu family saw this strange scene, they were panicked and backed away. This non-male and non-female thing turned back and picked up the motionless body of Murong Xia from the ground, like eating a cucumber, dividing it into four or five bites. Go down.

"nice taste."

There was blood at the corner of this Maha's mouth, and his figure suddenly swelled, and soon he turned into the size of a hill, covering the sky and the sun, with his feet stepping on houses and cities, his lips parted slightly, and he made a soft and mysterious voice:

"I, Murong Xia, have attained enlightenment to the Ninth World Maha Maha today, connected with the [Six Paths of Compassion and Viewed the World], and gained great supernatural powers... I will welcome all of you fellow practitioners at the Dharma Conference in seven days' time..."

The sound flowed like water waves and echoed in Taixu. Congratulatory sounds came out from Taixu. Monks from various sects in the north and south came to congratulate him. Murong Xia stood proudly and quietly in Linghai County.

Murong Xia's eyes moved, and he was about to say some big words, but the Taixu in front of him was torn apart violently, and a man in white came out of the air, holding a sword in his arms, looking at him quietly.

This man's face was hidden in the mist, and his facial features could not be seen clearly. Murong Xia stopped suddenly and was speechless for a moment. The Taoist joyful voice in Taixu also disappeared, and there was silence in the world.

"Shang...Shangyuan..."

Murong Xia was neither a man nor a woman. A trace of fear suddenly flashed across her compassionate face, and her fourteen slender hands lowered one after another.

Master Shangyuan only held the sword, stared at him coldly, and said softly:

"Go back to Yan Kingdom."

Murong Xia, who looked arrogant just now, suddenly became mute and slumped as if he was discouraged. He turned into the size of an ordinary person, slipped into the void without saying a word, and disappeared.

The remaining members of the Yu family were still kneeling on the ground and trembling. Master Shangyuan didn't even look at them, and also fled into Taixu, leaving behind an empty city and the two huge footprints in the empty city.

"call!"

The Yu family members wiped their sweat, looked at each other, snorted coldly, and dispersed.

…………

Yuting Mountain.

Li Qinghong said goodbye to Li Yuanjiao and practiced on Yuting Peak for a while. He only felt that the "Dangerous Bird in the Sky" in his body was restless, his heart was bored, and his practice was slow.

"How could this be?"

She lowered the spear in her hand horizontally, feeling doubtful and thinking:

"Could it be that a demonic cultivator came somewhere in the house, or that there was blood energy somewhere, which affected my energy...! It may also be that I haven't had a hearty fight for too long... In the past few years, my fights have been clean and neat, and within a few moves, I was defeated We’ve seen the light of day.”

Everyone has their own path. Li Qinghong's destiny is not to practice quietly. He has to fight with enemies and use blood-stained spears to improve easily. Now he has been practicing on Yuting Mountain in bits and pieces for almost ten years. Naturally, he is Slower and slower.

"If you offend that monster, you can't enter or leave Dali Mountain at will. Most of the monsters on Wangyue Lake are in the undercurrent of the lake, making it difficult to find them..."

She was thinking about her family, but she couldn't go too far, so she just sat on Yuting Mountain, holding a gun and looking at the morning glow, when she heard a loud noise and the crunch of snow in her ears.

"aunt!"

Li Xijun came through the snow, cupped his hands and said in a deep voice:

"A monk came to the lake and built a shed at the foot of the mountain to practice."

"Monk?"

Because of what happened to Li Tongya, Li Qinghong hated the monk the most in his life. He immediately frowned, held up his gun, and said coldly:

"What kind of cultivation?!"

"Probably a monk."

Li Xijun answered, raised his eyebrows, and immediately added for fear that Li Qinghong would be impulsive:

"Auntie, this person went south as a mere monk, so he must have someone to rely on. Please be careful, and don't put yourself in danger."

"I know it."

Li Qinghong held the gun, opened his almond eyes slightly, and replied:

"But we can't let him sit at the foot of the mountain. What if he has to wait for Brother Jiao to come back? Send someone to ask why this bald donkey came to our door."

After a pause, Li Qinghong said again:

"The other side of Li Jing knows it and is preparing to move...to suppress this beast."

"The head of the family already knows."

Li Xijun nodded knowingly, and the two of them arrived at the hub of the formation. Li Qinghong pressed her delicate hand on the array, and used the array to detect with her spiritual sense. Sure enough, she saw a monk sitting in a piece of grass at the foot of the mountain.

This monk has brown robes, wide cuffs, a ring scar on his head, a round face, small eyes and thin eyebrows. His appearance is not ugly, but he is not really grand either.

He sat cross-legged, with a Zen staff on his knees, the copper ring hanging down, and his eyes closed.

Li Xijun ordered to go down, and soon he saw the formation moving slightly. An Siwei walked forward with a gun on his back with a vigilant face, and whispered:

"My Li family is worried about danger...I don't know how the monks...have come from afar, can you give me some advice?"

The monk opened his small eyes and said:

"The young monk Yan Guo [Liaohe Temple] Kongheng hopes to meet the master of Yuting Peak. Could you please do it for me, Taoist Priest?"

An Siwei had received Li Xijun's instructions before going down the mountain. He nodded and asked:

"I don't know what Master Kong Heng has to say. If you can tell me a few words, I can go up to the mountain to ask for it."

Kong Heng paused and said warmly:

"The young monk has no ill intentions, it's just the opportunity that Shi Tu pointed out, so he came thousands of miles away to wait for the peak master."

Naturally, An Siwei couldn't return without success, so he forced himself to ask a few more questions. The monk kept repeating these questions over and over again, so he had no choice but to retreat and go up the mountain to report what he had said.

Li Qinghong had never had a good impression of Shi Xiu. Hearing this, he shook his head and replied:

"I don't know the monk's identity and background, so I won't beat him to death at once. If he wants to wait, let him wait. Send another person to the Xiao family to ask what this [Liaohe Temple] is."

The two of them went down in response. Li Qinghong found it difficult to practice, so he took out the two secret techniques in the "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" and studied them silently.

After reading silently for a few days, An Siwei came up with a gun and said in a deep voice:

"Peak Master, this man first tried to use medicine to treat diseases, but the people in the town were once harmed by Murong Xia and were still frightened, so no one paid attention to him."

"This monk didn't take it seriously either. Now he's living in a hut at the foot of the mountain and practicing alone!"

Li Qinghong put away the jade slips and said softly:

"What do you think about the Xiao family?"