Xuanjian Immortal Clan

"A letter came from the Xiao family."

An Siwei held it in his hands and presented a small light cyan letter. Li Qinghong took it and felt that it was soft, like silk.

‘Some kind of spiritual cloth is used to write letters...The Xiao family is indeed a clan of immortals. ’

An Siwei bowed and stepped back. Li Qinghong unfolded the small letter and saw the superior saying:

'Gui Tubai: The Liaohe River is located in the Liao region of northern Yan. The Xiao family knew little about it. They had never heard of [Liaohe Temple]. They only heard that the Liao region was cold and bitter. Buddhism began from this time. There were many ascetic cultivators. The meaning of the scriptures was the strictest and the practitioners Often they are not able to get started, and they do not have great supernatural powers. ’

‘Nowadays, the seven aspects of Buddhist practice are very different from those in Liao. ’

"Yanbei."

Li Qinghong put away the letter and rubbed the handle of the gun. Suddenly he saw a wave of waves in the formation, and the young man in black stepped in and landed on the top of the mountain.

"Qinghong."

"Brother!"

Seeing Li Yuanjiao falling straight down, Li Qinghong knew that he must have come with a warning. After handing over the small letter in his hand, Li Yuanjiao looked at it with a solemn face and said softly:

"Go down the mountain and meet him."

The two of them rode the wind through the formation. The monk was carrying a piece of mahogany wood. He used his hand as a knife to split it into several pieces and polish it carefully. The broken wood was scattered all over the ground, slowly drifting in the wind.

Seeing a man and a woman landing at the foot of the mountain, the man in black robe was gloomy and serious, and the woman in white was heroic. Kong Heng put down the mahogany wood in his hand and stood up quickly:

"The young monk Kong Heng has met the Taoist priest!"

Li Yuanjiao looked calm and replied:

"Li Yuanjiao, Master, if you have anything to ask for, you can tell me."

Kong Heng bowed and said:

"I am not a [Master]. From now on, this little monk just wants to stay as a guest for a while."

Li Yuanjiao chuckled, stared at Kong Heng's calm and clear eyes, and said politely:

"The eminent monk came from a big temple, but my family is small. I'm afraid I'm neglecting the eminent monk. Half a month's walk east from here is the Xiao family of the immortal clan. Why not go there and have a look."

Kong Heng shook his head helplessly and could only say:

"The young monk hopes to practice under the rule of the nobles for a while. If there is any place that the young monk can't reach, please give the Taoist Master's instructions."

Li Yuanjiao saw that he was ignorant and insisted on staying. He hesitated for a moment. Li Qinghong behind him raised his eyebrows and said softly but firmly:

"If you, a monk, don't explain your purpose clearly, how can my family dare to keep you?"

Kong Heng lowered his head and eyebrows and replied:

"The little monk is destined to die, and he should be among the nobles. Donors, please rest assured that the little monk does not practice the Seven Signs..."

After saying something unclear, Li Qinghong and Li Yuanjiao refused to give up, but they heard a thunderous sound in the horizon:

"Boom!"

Dark black clouds jumped up from the town, and screams came one after another. The clouds quickly moved around the town, spurting along the streets and alleys, and several wild and sinister laughter could be heard.

Li Yuanjiao's chest felt hot, his expression was gloomy, and he shouted:

"Demon cultivator!"

With a twist of his hand, a talisman flew out of his sleeve, rising into the sky, and a crimson fire lit up in the sky. In an instant, the formations of the five mountains of the Li family opened one after another, and barriers of various colors appeared in the mountains.

He pressed the [Green Ruler Sword] with his hand, and he quickly became suspicious. His eyes lingered on the monk's equally surprised face for a moment, and he said in his heart:

‘Shi Xiu has always been good at calculating, but it happened that the Demon Cultivator appeared as soon as Kong Heng came... Could it be that he did it intentionally, for some calculation that failed! ’

His gaze only stayed for a brief moment before he heard a loud shout:

"Hahaha, your reaction is pretty fast!"

The demonic energy at the front was already approaching, and a high-pitched and rough voice came from the mist. Wisps of fluffy white air flowed around, and figures appeared.

It turned out that a black-clothed demon cultivator stepped out. His cultivation was at the peak of Qi training. Before he could stand still in front of Li Yuanjiao, he received a palm in front of him and said with a smile:

"Where is that rat Li Xuanxuan? It's so hard to bully me, Qiu wants to find him back now!"

Li Yuanjiao had long heard that Li Xuan had preached about one or two things that happened in Fangshi. He immediately reacted and felt a chill in his heart. He knew that the skills practiced by this man were extraordinary. This white energy destroyed flesh and blood and was extremely difficult to deal with.

The green-footed sword jumped out from his hand, and the sword arc exploded. The sword energy collided with the white energy, completely consuming several white energy, and forced it towards the face of the demon cultivator surnamed Qiu.

"Foundation-building magic weapon?!"

Seeing that his always invincible spell was actually defeated, the demon cultivator was not surprised but happy. He laughed, a greedy look appeared in his eyes, smashed the sword energy flying in front of him with a palm, and said with a smile:

"As expected of a family of sword immortals, the qi-training monks all have foundation-building magic weapons in their hands. It's really a luxury!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a thunderous explosion:

"boom!"

However, Li Qinghong took action without saying a word. [Du Ruo Gun] came out of the air with a purple shadow of a wandering dragon, and hit it hard. The white energy gathered in the hands of the monk surnamed Qiu, and he hit the side of the gun with a palm, making a violent roar. crackle.

"Another foundation-building magic weapon!"

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous. Li Qinghong's brother Li Yuanyun died in the hands of this man. At that moment, he kept a sullen face and said nothing, but he tried his best to hit this man with smooth marksmanship.

The demon cultivator surnamed Qiu didn't know that the mortal he killed casually was her biological brother, but he could also see the deep hatred on the face of the female cultivator in front of him, and neutralized her offensive with a look of contempt:

"Do you really think that I am one of those trash spawned by the [Xuemo Dharma Book] who can only run away and not fight? What can Thunderbolt do to me? If you use any spells, I will be very afraid of you..."

Having said that, he actually had a slight headache when facing Li Qinghong. In addition, Li Yuanjiao came over with his sword again, so he could only carry the two people's attacks and could only defend for a while.

But he was not the only demon cultivator who came. Several figures emerged from the billowing demonic smoke, all covered in red and black light, smiling wildly.

"Master Qiu, you're just a brat at the seventh and sixth levels of Qi training. How can you make things difficult for adults?"

One of the demonic cultivators in this group was holding a red magic weapon mirror, practicing at the sixth level of Qi cultivation. He jumped forward, laughed, and joked, but he bypassed the three people who were fighting in a ball, and led a group of people. The palm is clasped on Yuting Mountain.

The large formation on Yuting Mountain was left over from the An family's time, and its power could only be considered average in terms of Qi training. It was like water waves flowing, causing waves of ripples in the attacks of everyone.

The hammers, mirrors, large shields used by these five people, and one person holding a rather rare pagoda, are not sharp weapons for breaking the formation and attacking the temple. For a while, they could only hit the formation with sparkling water, but there was no response. .

Under the attack of the two men, the pressure of the monk Qiu increased sharply. When he saw this scene, he immediately cursed:

"Damn Zhang Huaide! I'm here to fight to the death, but you went to attack the formation. First, join forces to beat these two people to death and divide the items. Wouldn't it be beautiful! What a fool!"

Zhang Huaide shrugged indifferently and said with a smile:

"Boss, wait a minute. I will break through this formation and then come back to help you!"

Demon cultivators seek profit, and these people are also united because of profit. The big fat Yuting Mountain is right in front of them. No one will chew those two hard bones. Naturally, they will divide Yuting Mountain first while he can't take advantage of it. Empty.

‘Although Li Chijing and Li Tongya died one after another, who knows how many tricks the Li family can use to suppress the situation? ’

The abacus in Zhang Huaide's heart clicked loudly, he smiled coldly and said to himself:

'Let's just grab some property. Once these two people are pushed into a hurry, if they use any magical talisman or talisman, sword or jade order, killing these little magic cultivators like me is like killing an ant...'

Zhang Huaide has practiced secret skills and his perception is extraordinary. As soon as he saw the [Green Ruler Sword] in Li Yuanjiao's hand, he felt a chill between his brows. He had already started to withdraw, and he only wanted to grab one. Just run.

Just as he was thinking in his mind, he saw several streaks of light rising in the distance and coming across the sky. The leader was a man with a shiny bald head and a fur coat, and he cursed:

"The little demon cultivator actually invaded my fairy mountain and wanted to test the sharpness of the fairy sword!"

This person is none other than An Junyan. He is currently at the eighth level of Qi training. He is already sweating profusely. His descendants An Siming and An Siwei are in the Yuting Mountain formation. They don’t care about anything at the moment. Eleven, a whole bunch of spells were thrown at him.

Zhang Huaide was not polite. With a pinch in his hand, a bloody magical light flew out, forcibly dispelling many of his spells, and said with a smile:

"It's ridiculous! You have nothing to cultivate!"

An Junyan is already at the eighth level of Qi training, while Zhang Huaide is only at the sixth level of Qi training, but the "Xuemo Dharma Book" is exquisite, and Zhang Huaide has mastered many secret techniques, so he and Zhang Huaide immediately got into a fight.

Li Xuanxuan's face was tense, and he followed closely. He was holding a big ax and was at the seventh level of Qi training. The decoration on his body looked like a direct monk. Behind him was an old monkey who was at the fourth level of Qi training. He looked quite handsome. To bluff people.

The demon cultivators below looked at each other in confusion, and bravely faced a demon cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training. After a few moves, the anxiety on his face suddenly turned into ridicule, and he replied:

"I thought he was such a big shot!"

Then two streams of light came to help, the uncle and nephew of the Tian family and Xu Gongming. The three of them were all in the early stages of Qi training and could not withstand a demon cultivator in the early stages of Qi training.

The remaining two demon cultivators looked at each other and saw that they could not break through the Jade Court. They abandoned the formation without hesitation and attacked the Tian family's uncle and nephew together.

"Harmful!"

Kong Heng, who was left on the ground by everyone, sighed. The Zen staff in his hand suddenly shot up, and he actually flew into the wind as a mere monk. His hands glowed with golden light, and he sighed:

"Donor, don't commit any sins of murder!"

Then, the Zen staff with the copper ring jingled and danced at high speed, enveloping the two demon cultivators, and bursts of golden light emitted from its hands.

The two demon cultivators were shocked and shouted:

"Master Mage?!"

Shi Xiu was not an immortal cultivator. He had to become a mage to ride the wind. At this time, his strength was already comparable to that of the middle stage of foundation building. The two of them were frightened immediately. The blood on their bodies rose and they distanced themselves.

However, this golden light only pushed back their bloody light. The two of them were stunned for a moment, and they immediately reacted. One of them held a large shield and shouted:

"I was talking about how great I can fly, and I was thinking about the mage. Yuan Lai is driving a magic weapon!"

Another person with a face quite similar to him cursed and shouted:

"Hey...you are such an idiot! My lord said you should use official language!"

The loud voices of these two people made Kong Heng startled, his eyes slightly opened, and he said in surprise:

"Zhao people!"

However, the two men came at them again with magical weapons. Kong Heng quickly raised the Zen staff in his hand to block the attack, causing him to retreat repeatedly. The man holding the shield said again:

"Agan! I don't want to be an enemy of Buddha!"

The other person held the pagoda and kept silent, but his hands were a little looser. Kong Heng was originally able to withstand the strength of one person, but now he actually fought and retreated, and the stalemate continued.

"Two losers!"

Zhang Huaide heard this clearly and couldn't help but cursed twice. The beating made An Yuyan retreat repeatedly. The monk surnamed Qiu's hands became more and more fierce, but he was still unable to get rid of the two of them.

Li Yuanjiao and Li Qinghong didn't have many opportunities to cooperate. They were a little unfamiliar at first, but they became more and more proficient as they cooperated. Li Qinghong's thunder method destroyed demons, and Li Yuanjiao's sword energy was sharp, and their advantages became more and more obvious.

The monk surnamed Qiu was weak-minded. His technique was the most harmful to the human body and the magical weapon. Over the years, he had been successful. However, he met two people with Qi training skills who had foundation-building magical weapons in their hands. They could not be eroded no matter what. Big embarrassment.

His eyes swept across the field, and his anxious mood was much relieved. In other places, his side had the upper hand. He immediately entangled the two of them and sneered:

"So what, the gungang sword energy is inferior after all, how can it break my spell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three more streams of light came from the distance. Naturally, they were the two female relatives, Xiao Guiluan and Mrs. Dou, as well as the visiting guest Li Qilang.

Li Qilang, who is at the third level of Qi training and has a simple and honest appearance, followed behind him honestly. Xiao Guiluan swept his eyes across the field and said decisively:

"Save Tian first!"

Uncle and nephew Tian Zhongqing's own cultivation techniques are poor, and he does not have any good magic weapons or spells. The magic cultivator's spells are particularly powerful. He has been beaten back steadily and is surrounded by dangers.

Tian Zhongqing even took a hit from the demonic cultivator. His internal organs were so hot that he vomited blood. His face was flushed, his hands were trembling, and he managed to speak:

"Thank you!"

As the three people intervened, the situation reversed in an instant. Xiao Guiluan practiced the third-level martial arts of the Xiao family, and the magic weapon Chang Ling in his hand was also quite powerful. Together, they beat the demon cultivator until he screamed for help.

Seeing this, Zhang Huaide couldn't hold it in any longer. He activated his magic and slapped An Yanyan away. He held the blood-filled sword in his hand high, condensing his magic power and brewing a red light.

"Peng!"

However, a purple thunder light came across and knocked down his charged spell.

It turned out that after such a delay, Shao Moli, who was far away in Dongshanyue, also arrived. Now at the fourth level of Qi training, he controlled the thunder in his hands and went to reinforce An Yaoyan.

Zhang Huaide was immediately in a panic, but An Yuyan in front of him was blessed by the thunder that broke the demon. The originally precarious defense suddenly relaxed and became even more difficult to break.

"Zhang Mutong! Move more swiftly!"

When Zhang Huaide shouted, the shepherd boy who was suppressing Li Xuanxuan and Laohou in the middle stage of Qi training became anxious. He used several spells in succession, and blood flowed in the air.

But Li Xuanxuan in front of him seemed to be in danger, but he was vomiting blood and holding on for no reason. On the contrary, he couldn't recover for a while, and was hit by the old monkey from behind, which made Zhang Huaide call him a stupid bird. .

Li Qinghong saw that the situation was gradually stabilizing, and looked at each other with his brother. Li Yuanjiao immediately understood and raised his sword forward. Li Qinghong pinched his hand and summoned a purple light.

"[Purple Talisman Yuanguang Secret Technique]!"

This is naturally one of the two secret techniques in the "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong". The name was originally lost, but Li Qinghong studied it for many years and gradually mastered its subtleties, so he gave it his own name.

Now he put his slender hands together, rubbed them gently, summoned a ray of rich purple light, and then used the void as a talisman to outline it for a moment.

The monk surnamed Qiu was shocked when he saw this posture. He put his hands together, pushed out a puff of white air, and shouted:

"Damn it, these girls are serious about it! Zhang Huaide! Don't hide it anymore!"

The face of Zhang Huaide was gloomy. He touched his robe on his chest. The cuffs of his sleeves moved automatically without any wind. Steaming blood emerged from his body and he said in a deep voice:

"Fellow Taoists! Protect me!"