Xuanjian Immortal Clan

"The handwriting was written on the 28th night of the twelfth lunar month when there was heavy snow on the lake. One hundred and twenty spiritual stones were enclosed with the letter. The family is fine, but my great-uncle Gongtian was killed by a demon cultivator and is no longer involved in the family affairs."

"My son should go to mourning and refrain from drinking alcohol for three months. He should work hard within the sect and study the immortal prescriptions, xuantan, and cinnabar. He should ask his family for supplies."

"Father has a dragon in his hand."

Li Xizhi looked at the small pile of spiritual stones piled on the case in front of him. Without saying a word, he read the letter in his hand over and over ten times and held it blankly.

His father, Li Yuanjiao, was not one to speak softly. Even the words in the letter were hard, concise and clear. It seemed that he was too lazy to say another word to him. Li Xizhi pursed his lips and read it over and over again. He blinked and read a little bit. Tears squeezed back.

Counting the days, if this letter had not been delayed in the Yuan family, it would have taken him less than a month to collect the 120 spirit stones. Li Xizhi did not dare to think about it, so he carefully hid the letter close to his body before stepping out. After entering the courtyard, he said to Yuan Tuan in the courtyard:

"Master, Xi Zhi can exchange for that [Morning Color Qi]."

"How much is missing?"

Yuan Tuan stood quietly, holding a cyan civet cat in his arms, raising his eyebrows and asking.

"One hundred and twenty spirit stones have been collected."

After hearing what Li Xizhi said, Yuan Tuan raised his eyebrows slightly and replied:

"Li Yuanjiao... is quite capable of planning. He was able to come up with one hundred and twenty pieces. Your family has just become a famous family, so it must not be easy for you."

Her usually calm expression turned a little sad, and she whispered:

"If my family had been so harmonious and united more than sixty years ago, I wouldn't have been so aggrieved..."

After receiving the spirit stone handed over by Li Xizhi, Yuan Tuan didn't say much and rode away in the wind. After more than half an hour, the woman landed back on the peak with a frosty look on her face, holding a small jade bottle in her hand.

"[Zhaoxia Colorful Qi], I went through the warehouse of Qi Collection Peak for a long time, and this one is the purest. It has been collected according to the gas collection method for eighteen years, and it shows two colors of red and gold."

Her aura was fluctuating, and there was a faint light cyan light flowing from her body. She might have had a fight with the monks from Qi Qi Peak, but the expression on her face was still quite cold:

"These people from Qi Peak are becoming more and more presumptuous. They only have one hundred and twenty spirit stones, and they dare to play shoddy tricks on me... I am always kind to others in the sect, and he thinks that I am Weakness can be bullied!”

Seeing the cold look on her face, Li Xizhi cupped her hands, thanked her a few times, and replied:

"The Qi Collecting Peak is one of the direct line peaks, so naturally he treats us harshly. Master is from the Mushroom Forest Family and already has a high status. If I let the disciples go there by themselves, I'm afraid they won't even be able to climb up to the Qi Collecting Peak."

Yuan Tuan nodded, stared at him, seemed to suddenly remember something, smiled softly, and asked:

"Xi Zhi is seventeen years old this year? But he hasn't married yet and has children. It's not good to be too late. But if there is a girl you like, Master can go find her for you."

Yuan Tuan's topic was too off-topic, which made Li Xizhi slightly stunned. Only then did he refuse, and thought to himself:

‘I am the only son in my father’s lap. Qingchi is a wolf’s den and a tiger’s den. If something happens, wouldn’t it mean that my father will be exterminated? I’m afraid it’s not appropriate…’

At the moment he just said dullly:

"It all depends on Master!"

Yuan Tuan nodded slightly, as if he had already planned it, and said warmly:

"The Qi Lian family is hard to match. An elder of your family has just died. It's not a well-known aristocratic family, and I'm afraid there may be different intentions. Why don't I go to Emperor Yun Peak for you to ask for a seat from the Yang family..."

These words were unexpected, and he did not intend for the Yuan and Li families to marry. Li Xizhi only bowed his head and agreed, and Yuan Tuan continued:

"In the past, the King of Yue and various aristocratic families were related by marriage. Now, although the legal system has been eliminated and turned into a green pond, there are still marriages from time to time, and there are old rules to follow."

"Excuse me, Master."

Li Xizhi responded, while Yuan Tuan smiled and said:

"Back then, Yang Tianya sacrificed and practiced the jade seal, and soldiers and horses passed through Lixia Road and destroyed several mountains in my mushroom forest. Therefore, my Yuan family has some friendship with Yang Tianya, and this matter couldn't be easier. "

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The families on the east coast are particularly special. Dozens of small families either have a close relationship within the clan or are married to aristocratic families. They are simply mining vassals of the Xiao family.

Each family paid tribute to the neighboring aristocratic families. With the destruction of the Xiao family's Guanyunfengfang City, the Xiao family's influence in the west was narrowed, and the Yu family declined again, which allowed them to live a good life.

As the demonic disaster swept across, the families on the east coast, which had only been comfortable for a while, fell into the fiery hell again, with demonic smoke billowing, blood flowing, and people crying and howling everywhere.

Rui family.

Li Qinghong's jade armor shone warmly, and he stirred the spear in his hand. The dazzling purple lightning shot down the second-level demon cultivator of fetal breath who fled in panic in front of him, and the spear came out like a dragon and penetrated it.

Purple thunder burst out, and the demon cultivator was blown to pieces in an instant. Li Qinghong dexterously picked out a storage bag from the flesh with a deft move of his spear.

The slender spear tip was raised, and the storage bag fell into his delicate hands. Li Qinghong turned around, his brother Li Yuanjiao was smiling, but Li Xuanxuan stared at the corpse with distress, and said:

"The robe that this demon cultivator is wearing is mixed with [Purple Cloud Brocade]. Qinghong exploded like this, but it can't be used..."

Li Qinghong had no choice but to hold his gun and replied:

"I was wrong, I was wrong."

Li Yuanjiao waved his hand to block the words of gratitude that Rui Qiongcuo, the head of the Rui family, was saying, and led the people to the next family without stopping.

The monks with foreign surnames were weak. Not only did they have to disperse their property, but they also had to provide subsidies if they were disabled. Therefore, Li Yuanjiao only brought some of his own monks:

Li Yuanjiao, who was on the eighth level of Qi training, Li Qinghong and Li Xuanxuan, who were on the seventh level of Qi training, and the old monkey who was carrying the jade pestle and who was on the fifth level of Qi training, worked together to sweep away the demon cultivators in this area.

Even though the demonic cultivators in this world were not very high, Li Yuanjiao was still cautious and did not dare to separate his family. He was afraid of being ambushed by the demonic cultivators. He would rather be less efficient and sweep them away one by one.

As the crowd gradually deepened, the strength of the demonic cultivators that emerged became higher and higher, and there were also many local monks who were transformed into demonic cultivators. The "Xuemo Dharma Book" was not very powerful, but was good at escaping, so the progress slowed down.

Touching the eight or nine storage bags in his arms, Li Yuanjiao whispered:

"We will kill all the fetal breath cultivators along the way! If we keep going at this pace, I'm afraid the demon cultivators behind will have already robbed Jia Feng and left."

He quietly touched the Dharma Book and scanned the area roughly. His eyes suddenly showed that the ground was covered with blood and fire, and he said in a deep voice:

"Southeast! Catch the big fish first!"

The two people immediately understood and flew with the monkey for a while. Sure enough, they saw three Qi-training monks standing in the sky, manipulating blood-filled spells. A large formation outlined by blood appeared on the ground, connecting the three people in the sky.

Li Xuanxuan first looked back. He could still see the fireworks on Guli Road in the distance, so that he would not miss the call for help at home. Li Yuanjiao had already whispered:

"Two in the middle stage of Qi training, and one in the late stage of Qi training."

There is a big difference among demon cultivators. Those who manipulate the white energy like Qiu Ji are particularly powerful. Seeing that the three of them only had some blood, Li Yuanjiao made up his mind and nodded towards them.

Li Qinghong understood, his willow eyebrows curved, he put his white hands together, and rubbed out a thick purple meaning, condensed between his two palms, it was: [Purple Talisman Yuanguang Secret Technique]!

These demon cultivators were focused on outlining the magic circle. They never thought that several people would fly towards them and quickly took out magic weapons to defend themselves against the enemy. Li Qinghong waved his slim hand and the thunder talisman whizzed away.

‘If the distance were not too far, the sneak attack would have been even more effective! ’

Qi-training monks have spiritual awareness. Unless it is some special hidden magic weapon, it is extremely difficult to make a sneak attack. Li Qinghong only closed the distance to shorten the person's reaction time, and hit the face of the person with the weakest breath with a thunder talisman.

"Boom!"

The demon cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training suddenly vomited blood and flew backwards. The magic weapon in his hand was scorched black. Li Qinghong took advantage of the victory and pursued him, using his spear skills to stick to his body. Everyone in the Li family took on two enemies each.

The demonic cultivator was attacked by a trick, and his body was shaking endlessly. Fortunately, he was experienced and used magic weapons to remove most of the power, so he was not seriously injured. At that moment, his fierce appearance was revealed, and he continued to curse.

"What a tough temper!"

Li Yuanjiao pulled out his long sword and drew a bloody mark on his opponent's chest. Turning his eyes, he found that not only did the three enemies in front of him show no signs of panic, they even sneered silently, looking confident.

Li Yuanjiao suddenly felt bad and said in a low voice:

"Quick victory!"

Then the magic power surged in the body, and with a turn of the sword light, another monk who was in the middle stage of Qi training was also involved. Relying on the strength of the "River Qi Jue" he practiced, he fought one against two.

Li Xuanxuan understood immediately, and he and Laohou pulled away to attack the injured demon cultivator with Li Qinghong.

The black-robed demon cultivator in the late stage of Qi training sneered and scolded:

"You're so bold, you really think that we, the cultivators of that clan, can't succeed in cultivation!"

The magic weapon in his hand came roaring, and the other hand pinched the bleeding light spell and hit him with a chill that was bone-chilling. The gray-robed demon cultivator who was in the middle of Qi training also seized the opportunity to attack him.

Li Yuanjiao patted the storage bag and summoned a large earth-yellow oval shield. The six overlapping edges on it emitted magical light, blocking the two magical weapons, and reflected bursts of white light in the blood-light spell.

It is the middle-grade magic weapon [Six-Stone Cloud Plate].

This magical weapon in the middle stage of Qi training was fully activated. The magic power in Li Yuanjiao's body rose and fell like a tide, and he blocked the attacks of these people.

"It turns out there is a magic weapon to rely on!"

The demon cultivator in the middle stage sneered, clenched his hands, pinched a few spells, and spurted out sparkling golden flames from his mouth, hitting the six-stone cloud plate hard.

This time, the mana consumption was even more intense. Li Yuanjiao had no choice but to put away the magical weapon, retreat and draw his sword. Yue Que's sword arc jumped up, forcing the two of them to retreat. However, they were caught by the red light for a moment, and his nose was slightly cold.

Li Yuanjiao suffered a loss on this side, and the demon cultivator on the other side felt even worse. Black smoke was coming out of his body, and there were wounds of all sizes on his body. He finally panicked and shouted:

"I'm waiting for reinforcements to arrive! Why don't you retreat quickly!"

The other two demon cultivators both looked angry and looked at him fiercely, but they couldn't say anything. The demon cultivators were selfish. They only wanted to drag the Li family with them and never thought about the life or death of their other companion. .

And all the magic cultivator's escape and life-saving techniques were broken by Li Qinghong. Seeing that his life was about to be lost, how could he think so much, hoping to force a few people back, and drank in his mouth:

"You are just greedy for my property! There is no point in killing me. How can you be alive when I and others come? Why don't you spare my life and let each of you get what you need!"

After saying that, he had already picked out the storage bag on his waist, resisted the attacks of several people, and while vomiting blood, he reluctantly cast a spell. The storage bag went away like a meteor, and he floated to the ground.

Li Yuanjiao had eaten several spells from the enemy. There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a deep voice:

"Walk!"

The purple electricity in Li Qinghong's hand moved, and he hooked the storage bag into his hand, calming down the magic power in his body. His face turned pale, and he forcibly pinched out a wisp of purple electricity and activated the secret technique.

"Want to leave?"

In the late stage of Qi training, the demon cultivator in black became so angry that he threw the magic weapon in his hand like the wind and insisted on keeping Li Yuanjiao.

"Idiot! Don't chase him!"

As he was chasing after him with all his strength, the demon cultivator below who had his storage bag robbed shouted loudly, making the black-robed cultivator slightly stunned.

But when he saw Li Yuanjiao draw his sword and turn around, his spiritual consciousness suddenly sank into the Dharma Book. The demon cultivator felt that his hair suddenly stood up, and he felt cold all over his body. His body was like blood flowing. Husband.

Li Yuanjiao did not dare to release Taiyin Xuanguang in front of the public, but was afraid of drinking him. Seeing no movement, he took the opportunity to fly away into the distance. All the anger on the demon cultivator's face was gone, leaving only deep fear.

The gray-robed demon cultivator who was in the middle stage of Qi training on the side wanted to pursue him again. Li Qinghong's thunder talisman was already coming towards him, so he had to use his magic weapon to block it and watched them leave amid the explosion and smoke.

This moving secret method consumes a lot of money, which makes the demon cultivator in the late stage of Qi training look pale and stop stupidly in the air. A person staggers on the ground and flies up, but it is the demon cultivator who has been robbed of his storage bag. He coldly smiled and said:

"The two fellow Taoists should be thankful that I saved their lives!"

Another gray-robed monk who was in the middle stage of Qi training was quite dissatisfied and looked at him coldly. The leading black-robed monk looked like he was surviving the disaster and asked softly:

"Fellow Taoist comes from a large family and has seen a lot. What is your opinion?"

The monk lost his storage bag, but he didn't care and said happily:

"I have seen the catalog in the sect. The man in black is clearly holding the [Green Ruler Sword]! That is the sword of the Sword Immortal! Who knows what kind of sword energy is hidden in it?"

"Don't talk about you and me, even if the adults come and take advantage of this sword energy, they will probably have to rest for seven or eight years... Sword Intent, Sword Intent, are you kidding?"

The black-robed monk let out a long sigh, and found an explanation for his previous fear. The gray-robed monk was also secretly thankful, but refused to admit defeat and said coldly:

"You are a Taoist friend with a great background, but you still want to wander around with people like us? If you have the ability, just build a foundation in your own sect, and don't turn into a demon cultivator to cause trouble!"

The monk in black waved his sleeves, interrupted the argument between the two, and whispered:

"Stop arguing, wait quietly for the adults to come over, collect all the blood on Wangyue Lake, and leave quickly, heading to the Golden Feather Sect."

Wangyue Lake is quite strange. Not to mention the Sword Immortal Family, there is a Zhuji hiding on the other side. I even heard that there is a Zhuji surnamed Jiang hidden among these families...

"What a hellish place!"

I made up for yesterday's dinner and didn't eat it, so I went to have snacks.