Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Li Yuexiang knelt in front, sobbing, while Li Xijun stood in the court, the [Han Lin] around his waist glowed silently, his eye circles were reddish, and his eyes wandered around the broken jade on the ground.

A series of thoughts appeared in Li Xijun's mind, flowing through his mind one by one. What appeared in front of him was Li Xuanxuan's old face.

The lights in the ancestral hall went out, and Li Yuexiang sobbed softly. The breeze blew, and Li Xijun showed an extremely complicated expression. He took a step back, turned around and left the ancestral hall. The heavy rain dropped and gathered into a stream at his feet.

Li Xijun first rode the wind and landed in front of the Dan Pavilion. He put his hands in his sleeves and stepped on the stone steps.

The front of the court was empty and gray. The only light was the open flame of the alchemy furnace in the main hall, which cast a shadow that danced on the ground. Li Ximing was sitting in front of the alchemy furnace, making seals with his hands and looking up at him.

Li Xijun waved his hands and said nothing. He waited until he finished refining the elixir and put away the elixir furnace before taking a step forward.

"Father Zhong's jade has been shattered."

Li Xijun said softly.

Li Ximing was still immersed in the study of the elixir, and was stunned for a moment. He raised his head in disbelief and said in a voiceless voice:

"What...that...what!"

Li Xijun covered his face and retreated. Hearing Li Ximing's confused voice behind him, he raised his head slightly, and the lights on the side peak were still flickering.

The night was already dark and Li Xuanxuan had not rested. Li Xijun could hardly face Li Xuanxuan and tell the old man that his last son also died in family affairs.

"Procrastinate first...procrastinate first...maybe there will be a turn for the better."

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Qingsong Island.

Compared with most of the point-and-click battles in the cave, the fighting on Qingsong Island seemed chaotic and disorderly. The casual cultivators fought together and fought as one, killing and robbing each other.

Li Qinghong was flying around the island with a gun in his hand. The brilliance flowed from his jade armor and bounced away the splashed blood. Purple thunder reverberated around him, causing the sea water to rise up and turn into white mist.

The sea water in front of him was shaking, and something suddenly fell from the void. It was a dark and shiny stone, no bigger than a fingernail, floating quietly in the air, and it immediately attracted a group of monks.

Li Qinghong's hand exploded with thunder, and she took a step forward. She swept across with her spear, hitting several people around her and retreated. She grabbed the spiritual object born in front of her, put it in her storage bag, and quickly backed away.

Li Qinghong has broken through the middle stage of foundation building, and his strength is considered superior among the cultivators. He has made many achievements and has attracted a lot of attention. Looking around, several people around him have the intention of joining forces.

Although Li Qinghong was not afraid, he also understood the principle of giving up when the situation was good. He controlled the thunder and lightning and slowly retreated, until he flew to the edge of the Qingsong Island sea area, and the number of people in the sky gradually decreased.

She joined forces with the Han family of Dongli Island. Her original plan was good, but the situation in the world changed, her ideas were blurred, and various spiritual objects were born. Everyone was scattered in an instant, each snatching the spiritual objects, and soon disappeared. There is no trace of the other party.

Here is where the cave sky blends with the real world, with many strange gray clouds appearing, obstructed spiritual consciousness, and the Han family cannot be found. Li Qinghong only saved a few Han family juniors within his ability, and soon made a fortune. , go away quickly.

Not being able to join forces with the Han family is not a bad thing for Li Qinghong. After all, she is stronger and can gain a lot by herself with the Immortal Book. She does not have to share it with others, but she is comfortable.

She pulled up her hair and settled on a reef, her spiritual consciousness sinking into the mirror.

Before he could check the surrounding situation clearly, he saw a green light staggering from the illusion, wandering uncertainly in the mirror, fading away from the blue light, turning into an ordinary talisman, lingering in it.

Li Qinghong's hand holding the gun suddenly clenched and turned white. He stood there for a long time as if suffocated, then hurriedly took off in the wind and flew towards the island where Li Xuanfeng entered the cave.

The island was deserted, with no trace of people or signs of fighting. Li Qinghong stood there for a moment, wiped the corners of his eyes, and thought:

"Since something happened to my brother, my second uncle will definitely have a hard time. I don't know what the situation is like in this cave. It's best to wait here until he comes out... If he is seriously injured, there will be someone to take care of him..."

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As Li Yuanjiao died and the Immortal Foundation dissipated, the power of the Zifu spiritual weapon quickly swept over him. Li Yuanjiao's body gradually disappeared in Li Xuanfeng's hands, turning into green rain and falling.

Li Xuanfeng's hands were empty, leaving only a long sword, a jade bottle, and a simple black-patterned storage bag.

He hung these three items on his waist, took out a jade box from the storage bag, and moved his lips. The green rain from the sky suddenly fell into the box, converging into a box of blue-gray spiritual water, which swayed gently. .

The vision in the cave sky was very light and thin. The light cyan rainwater floated for a while, and soon dispersed and disappeared, leaving only gray clouds.

After the body dies, the body often goes to heaven and earth. There is a custom in Jiangnan to bury relatives, and they often use the spiritual objects left behind to replace them. Xiao Yongling stood aside and watched, with his hands behind his back.

He silently watched Li Xuanfeng put away the jade box. The bleeding in Li Xuanfeng's hands had stopped. He put the Qingchi Sword on his waist and stayed there. Li Xuanfeng rode the wind down and saw Yu Muxian's body on a hilltop.

Yu Muxian died when he was beheaded, his bones had been broken into two pieces, sharp and fine golden needles were flowing out of his meridians, and the ground was covered with a shiny, golden color like pine needles.

His once fairy-like face has now become a fish meat that has been cut into pieces with thousands of cuts, revealing bright red flesh. There is still confusion in the eyes that have been re-opened, and his lips are slightly open and full of blood.

Beside his wrist, lying quietly was a white jade buckle, shaped like a boat, smooth and delicate, and not stained by blood.

During the battle, Yu Muxian's feather coat suffered two piercing wounds, and it was broken into pieces. In the remaining sleeve of the feather coat, there was a lavender round object, I don't know what kind of trump card it was. , and never showed it until his death.

Li Xuanfeng waved his sleeves and put away the broken feather coat and the jade button on his body in one breath, then used his magic power to absorb his storage bag, explored it with his spiritual sense, and sealed it tightly.

He took off the feather coat, and Yu Muxian's lower abdomen was heaving slightly and was full of bloodshot eyes.

"Snapped…"

Yu Muxian's abdomen made a muffled sound, and as the "Golden Pin Cave" dissipated, various magic weapons flew out of his abdomen, jumping up one after another, shaking their heads in a pool of blood.

Several magic weapons are from the peak of Qi training to the foundation level, and are not very outstanding. Only the six magic shields and eight golden shuttles are complete sets of magic weapons, which are very precious.

There was a clanging sound in the distance. The dragon-slaying dragon was dressed in black and slowly fell down. The black and red token on the side was suppressing a golden circle. The air was shaking continuously and the circle was burning red.

"[Quiyun] can't find any trace, he has already run away."

He muttered, and Li Xuanfeng's expression didn't change much. He nodded and handed Yu Muxian's storage bag into his hand, and said hoarsely:

"Thank you fellow Taoist for your help. This person's storage bag is here and has never been opened."

Slaying the Dragon hesitated for a moment, then opened the storage bag. [Six Ding Binghuo] rose up, and casually erased the restrictions and backhand on the storage bag.

The wound on his abdomen was still there, so Tu Longjian was not polite. Instead, he took out the precious medicine and elixir from the storage bag and swallowed it. He also took out several healing medicines and applied them to Li Xuanfeng.

There are really good things in Yu Muxian's body. Li Xuanfeng's skin is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although there are still injuries on his hands, they are not as shocking as before.

Tu Longjian found a jade box from his storage bag, put it in his bag, took out a few more items, and returned the storage bag. Li Xuanfeng handed it back to Xiao Yongling and said softly:

"Thank you, senior. Please choose some to make up for it a little."

Xiao Yongling looked at it and didn't say anything. He looked for two magic weapons on the ground with some hesitation, and then looked at them in the storage bag. Dragon Slayer Jian said softly:

"Senior, there are still your things in this golden circle."

He increased the flame, and the two Zifu spiritual weapons fought in the air for a few breaths. The Zhi Ge golden circle finally let go, puffed out black smoke, and flew out a golden bead.

Li Xuanfeng glanced at it, and then he remembered that the first arrow had been caught in the golden circle, polished by spiritual weapons, tempered by fire and male fire, and even struck by various spells, and it had become like this.

Taking it smoothly, Xiao Yongling pushed the storage bag over, took out a bright golden halberd, held it up with both hands, and said softly:

"The halberd that Tang Shedu was interested in just now...has returned to its original owner."

This halberd was a product of the ancient Wei Kingdom. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has been returned to its original owner. Li Xuanfeng accepted it on behalf of the Li family. He briefly glanced at the storage bag and did not take out the items and leave them behind. A lavender round object asked:

"This thing...is it the Zifu Talisman?"

Seeing the two people nodding, Li Xuanfeng said:

"I hope to get this thing and use it to suppress the fate of the clan. I won't take the rest."

Pushing the storage bag out, he pointed at the storage bag itself and replied:

"This thing... I shouldn't keep it."

This storage bag was really hot to the touch. Dragon Slayer nodded slightly and said softly:

"give it to me."

A few people divided their belongings and found a place to stay on a mountain peak. They adjusted their breath silently and waited for the cave to close before leaving.

There was no alternation between day and night in the cave. Li Xuanfeng and others adjusted their breathing for a few days. After each of them recovered, they opened their eyes.

Although the three of them were all sitting on the peak, their expressions were not calm. The development of things was beyond Tulong Jian's expectation, which made him hesitate to speak until the heaven and earth made a rumbling sound, and the clouds and mist rose and fell like the tide. Tu Longjian road:

"Two seniors, I have important matters to attend to. I cannot accompany you two out of bounds. Please forgive me."

Of course, Li Xuanfeng and Xiao Yongling knew that Tu Longjian would definitely fall into the hands of Zi Mansion if he went out like this. They both said goodbye. Tu Longjian hesitated for a while and replied:

"Senior Yuanjiao, Tu Long regrets it very much. If Tu Long is lucky enough to escape and find a foothold in the East China Sea, he will eventually rebuild the Tu Jun Sect. One day, he will come to visit him, exchange skills, and all Tu Long will be killed." Jun Taoism."

Li Xuanfeng didn't know that his family had any in-depth contact with Tu Junmen. He just thought that this was the reason why Tu Longjian came to help, so he responded on his behalf and said in a deep voice:

"I don't know the details. Maybe it's Yuan Jiao's chance, but the younger members of the family should know the name from now on and be ready to wait."

Tu Longjian nodded, said a few words of condolence, and then drove up the fiery red stream of light and disappeared into the sky like a whirlwind, sinking into the deep sea of ​​clouds and disappearing.

The remaining two people took off on the wind, only to find that everything around them was slowly fading, and the stars in the sky were quickly disappearing. Xiao Yongling waited for a moment, and finally couldn't restrain himself, and whispered:

"Condolences..."

Li Xuanfeng waved his hand, grief flashed in his eyes for only a moment, and then turned into deep tolerance. Xiao Yongling looked at his face carefully and said softly:

"Back then, when Li Xia massacred the county, you and Ru Yu chased and killed the Situ family members in a righteous way. I still see them before my eyes. In the blink of an eye, after a few decades, I feel that you have become very different."

Li Xuanfeng lowered his eyes and said:

"Things that happened back then were like a bronze mirror sinking into water, being sharpened by sand and stone. When we look back at it, it becomes hazy and indistinct. Now that I think about it, it's like the previous life. It couldn't be more difficult to predict!"

Xiao Yonglin paused, not knowing how to answer him, so he could only say softly:

"Back then, I thought you were sharp and short-sighted, so you would suffer from it. I thought of mentioning it to Tongya. Now it seems that you are better than your reputation in every aspect. It was my short-sightedness that made me laugh."

Li Xuanfeng shook his head deeply, not in the mood to answer his question, and wanted to say a few polite words, but Xiao Yongling beside him suddenly moved away, disappearing from head to toe, and the stars, clouds, and mountains all faded into the distance.

"The cave is closed!"

Li Xuanfeng raised his eyebrows and looked around. The surrounding area was filled with blue water.

The islands and sands were still there at the feet, and the formation was still flickering when he came in. Lin Chensheng was dressed in black, standing beside him with his chest covered, and bright red blood dripped from his fingers. Falling.

On the other side, Kan Ziyan plopped down and sat cross-legged. He immediately adjusted his breath and recovered. Li Xuanfeng scanned the island with his spiritual consciousness and found no trace of Zhong Qian. He knew in his heart that this person was probably more evil than good, even if he wasn't. If something happens in the cave, it is very likely that it will fall into the hands of Zi Mansion.

Although he didn't find Zhong Qian, he saw a familiar figure wearing jade armor and holding a spear. His eyes were red and he was staring at his hands.

"Qinghong!"

Li Qinghong nodded vigorously, but he didn't know the situation and didn't dare to say more. He only responded with a choked voice. Li Xuanfeng killed Yu Muxian, and he didn't want to stay here. He gently raised his hand to Lin Chensheng, took off in the wind, and quickly headed towards Fenkuidao Fang. Go to the city.

He just rode the wind and suddenly froze. The Taixu in front of him was shattered and shaking. A man in a white-gold helmet stepped out. A familiar halberd was pointed out of thin air. Behind him, standing An old man in green robe.

This old man has white hair and a childlike face, a straight nose, and golden lines on his eyes. There is a long object attached to his back. He just stands quietly in the air, and beside him, a golden dagger is buzzing, the tip of the sword is straight. Pointed directly at Li Xuanfeng.

The sword clanked, as if pointing to something, and in the old man's other hand, a familiar golden ring was slowly circling, making a whistling sound, as if he was aggrieved.

Tang Shedu's breath was weak, his armor was broken a lot, and there were even two scars on his halberd. His face was like gold paper, and he looked much weaker than when he fled. He said hoarsely:

"Your Majesty! It's this person!"