Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Li Xijun waited for two months, and the slender-eyed monk landed in front of the peak. Because of the new formation, he could not enter the mountain gate, so he could only wait silently.

Seeing Li Xijun coming up in white clothes, Kong Heng looked calm, put his hands together, and said softly:

"I heard that my Taoist friend's success in building the foundation was due to good rewards. I'm very happy and congratulated."

Back then, Li Xijun let him go and gave him the chance to make a breakthrough. Kong Heng was truly grateful. After saying a few words of congratulations, he saw Li Xijun and said:

"The master is joking, what kind of retribution can I get if I hold on to Qing Du's affairs... My family doesn't believe in these retributions... If this is really the case, just sit back and wait for retribution. Why are you still holding on to it?"

"The young monk is rude,"

Kong Heng announced the release signal and landed on the mountain. He looked around, looking a little strange. Li Xijun took him all the way in the mountain and said softly:

"Let the mage come back this time, take the trouble to take action, and clear out Shanyue together."

He had already figured it out and said:

"It's up to you, Xi Ming and me to kill two people and one demon."

Li Xijun pointed at Bei Shanyue and said softly:

"Jiao Zhongzi disappeared, leaving behind an early-stage foundation-builder of Shanyue, named Mu Mili. I heard that this person was very loyal to Jiao Zhongzi, and guarded Beishanyue together with his foundation-builder mount."

He drew a circle in that area with an ink pen and explained:

"If this person is as described in the description, I'm afraid there will be no room for maneuver, so we should simply remove him and eliminate the root cause."

He pointed to the remaining south and whispered:

"There is also Yihuo Luo evil, who is in the middle stage of foundation building. If he can be persuaded to surrender, he will be persuaded to surrender. If he cannot be persuaded to surrender, he will be surrounded and killed!"

The Li family's current background can really support him to say this. If it had been twenty or thirty years ago, it would have been treated as a joke, but it was said at this time that it was resounding.

After Li Xijun said this, Kong Heng slowly closed his eyes and replied:

"It's time to commit murder!"

Li Xijun led him into the palace, put down the map, and consoled him:

"These Shanyue Wushan origins are not good people. They will not be clean after killing them several times. The mage is overly worried."

Kong Heng only looked at the densely packed village names and clan names on the map and replied:

"The young monk knows...it's just that the noble soldiers and horses are going all the way. I don't know how many heads will fall. The blood will stain the northern mountains and rivers. I'm afraid it's an unsightly number."

Li Xijun suddenly frowned and was speechless. It was absolutely impossible for the aristocratic landowners everywhere in Beishan to tolerate the connivance of the Li family. Even if they were not killed cleanly, it would hinder the subsequent governance. How could they not kill people? All I can say is:

"My family will not hinder the people. After killing the pigs and dogs, we will have a better life down there!"

After all, Kong Heng is an ancient cultivator, so he can only agree if he doesn’t agree with it. Li Xijun then said:

"Waiting for the mage to come over this time, I do have something to ask."

He observed Kong Heng's expression all morning and said softly:

"This Beishan Yue is different from Dong Shan Yue. It is the ancestral land of Shan Yue. There are many evil temples hidden in the mountains. The people there are very vicious. Jianixi has a lot of troubles in his time. I'm afraid it's not a matter of killing them all."

"The Master is the one who can inspire his heart the most in the world. I wonder if there is any way?"

Li Xijun looked at the matter from a perspective. It was just a matter of killing the noble landowners of Beishanyue and sending people there.

But the more Beishan gets to the ancestral land of the mountain, the shamanic temples are deeply rooted in the people's hearts, and they often kill people for sacrifice. There are more than 100,000 shamans scattered all over the place, and 99% of them are mortals. After thinking about it, Li Xijun is afraid that he can rely on Kong Heng to solve the matter. is the most convenient.

He told what happened before and after, and the shame on Kong Heng's face became even heavier, and he replied:

"Using magical powers, secrets of Taoism, sounds, colors, and fruits to attract people to follow... is the evil way, and I, Liaohe, cannot do it! Kong Heng is so ashamed!"

Obviously, asking him to make the people of these cults deviate from their faith violated Kong Heng's precepts. He politely refused again. Li Xijun got this answer without much surprise. He could only sigh:

"Then just kill him!"

"ah!"

Kong Heng was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and said with a wry smile:

"Xi Jun, don't try to deceive me. I have been practicing in the nobility for many years and I still know everything."

Li Xijun laughed and comforted:

"Since the decline of the Liaohe Dao System, these rules have contributed one or two things. How can it survive with such rigidity?"

Kong Heng closed his eyes and replied:

"The Seven Paths of Northern Buddhism were almost the same as ours in Liaohe. They only had a small opening, and gradually they became what they are today...My Dao does not seek to survive, but only seeks true enlightenment."

Li Xijun sighed:

"If this is the case, where does this leave the millions of people in the north?"

Kong Heng was speechless immediately, and sweat appeared on his forehead. Li Xijun was afraid that he would turn around and enter the Seven Paths, so he said no more and said with a smile:

"Then the mage just needs to follow me to remove these foundations."

Li Xijun smiled, gently placed the brush in his hand on the case, and replied:

"Leave matters at the foot of the mountain to my Qilin'er."

…

Da Jueting.

The territory of Velaya is vast. Although there are many hills, it still has the plains around Dajueting. In recent years, it has been handed over to the Li family, and its population has gradually increased, reaching about 50,000 people.

Now that Baroya has left with Li Xuanfeng, this place has completely fallen into the hands of the Li family, and along with it, a group of Shanyue monks have either left or thrown themselves into the Li family's wall.

On the road of Dajueting, soldiers and horses galloped forward in a mighty manner. In the middle was a black carriage with Dharma light flowing above it.

Black flags were fluttering in the air, and the wheels of the carriage rolled across a long trace on the muddy ground. Chen Yang looked at the light gradually falling from the top of the mountain, opened the curtain, and whispered:

"Your Majesty, Da Jueting has arrived."

The young man in the car was wearing a cloak, his boots were on the cooling stove, and he was reading the book in his hand carefully. Chen Yang lowered his eyebrows honestly and did not look at the things in the book.

The Jade Capital Wheel at the fifth level of Fetal Breath is the big pass in Fetal Breath. He has been able to touch the corners of the Jade Capital Wheel in the past two years. Li Zhouwei's cultivation has now caught up with him.

There was a fight when they met back then, and it could be said that it was a hasty attack. Li Zhouwei relied on the strength of the weapon to subdue him. Now his halberd skills are superb, far better than his half-skilled swordsmanship. Day by day, he is no longer an opponent, let alone his half-hearted swordsman. Dare to make mistakes.

After listening to what he said, Li Zhouwei put away the books in his hands. When he got to the car, he took a closer look and saw that the majestic ancient city had appeared in front of him.

The city gate was full of mottled traces of time and had been opened wide. There were densely packed Shanyue nobles kneeling on both sides of the road, all with their heads lowered. Many of them imitated the Easterners with their hair tied up, and they knelt and whispered to each other.

He stood silently for a moment and issued an order:

"Enter the city."

After Li Zhouwei finished speaking, the carriage did not stop in front of the Shanyue nobles who were kneeling to greet him. Instead, it galloped past and drove into the city in one breath, splashing high muddy water and causing everyone to run away.

Li Zhouwei said nothing, and a group of clan soldiers stepped inside coldly, sealing both sides of the road.

Chen Yang stood in front of the carriage, looking at the dark heads on the ground with bowed heads, and felt a sense of joy in his heart. But now that he was one with Li Zhouwei, his cunning temper returned, and he reminded:

"The Crown Prince has less than a month to recruit troops here... I'm afraid I have to rely on these people to win over one or two."

Chen Yang's words are quite reasonable. These people are the blood of those who were under the command of the Varaya period. They control the power and popularity here. They have exploited the people for decades and have their own tribes. Of course, the power of the Li family does not need to be taboo about them. But if we get their help, the integration will be much easier.

After all, Li Chengliao did not provide any spiritual support this time - Dajueting was already his own territory, and it was undoubtedly a sign of incompetence to raise an army here without the help of his family.

After he finished speaking, he heard the rustling sound of Li Zhouwei opening the curtain behind him, and heard the prince say:

"They are all dying, so don't pay attention to him."

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, and understood as soon as his mind turned around, he smiled and said:

"My subordinate understands."

Li Zhouwei stepped out of the carriage and looked at the big city in front of him quietly. When he arrived at the gorgeous but old main hall in the city, he walked straight inside and stopped next to the high throne.

He stepped on it twice with his brocade boots, stepped up to the throne, glanced at it casually, then turned around and said:

"There are twenty-one clans in the city. All of them are innocent. We will kill them all. The property will be distributed to everyone. We will first gather a group of people."

Chen Yang nodded, but Li Zhouwei stared at him twice and thought:

"My father said that this man is cunning and courageous, but he has no ability to convince others. I'm afraid it will be difficult to divide the profits and suppress him. If he is allowed to go alone, resentment may spread and he may start a rebellion."

He couldn't worry about this man, so he took the halberd from the car, put on his armor, shook the robe behind him, got on the horse, frowned and said:

"You go with me."

Chen Yang followed behind him on horseback. Li Zhouwei took out the directory and selected a clan from it that had a large number of members but was in decline. He rode a spirited horse and said loudly:

"Go to Di Li's!"

The ground in the city was full of potholes, but he stepped off the heavy horse and jumped out of the city as if it were on flat ground.

In just half a cup of tea, he found a large village on the edge of the city. He saw people coming in and out from a distance. He reined in his horse and waited until a group of guards followed him. Then he pulled up the rope and looked at the village from a distance. .

‘The barbarians still need to be controlled by barbarians, and they need many trusted men, but poor people to serve as swordsmen. ’

…

Di Li's Dazhai.

Di Liyoujie panicked all night, and hurriedly circled in front of the village early in the morning. The bow, arrows and animal bones on his waist were clanking in a hurry.

The Di Li clan has been working here for many years and has many people and soldiers, but there are too few wizards and they are considered to be of an inferior species. They can only set up a stronghold outside the city and feed Fushigi every day.

Later, this place fell into the hands of the Valo Ya, and after a few years of messing around, the Di Li family missed the opportunity and was still a lowly bitch. When it was handed over to the Li family, life was much easier.

Without him, the Li family didn't have much control over Dajueting in the past, because most of Baroya's subordinates settled here, and the Li family couldn't interfere. They only sent people to inquire about the allocation of spiritual fields. Rather than ruling, it was better to say It's Jisi.

But when he got up today, he heard that the Li family's troops were entering the city, but Di Liyoujie was not qualified to pay a visit. Apart from being anxious in the village, he was really helpless.

"Dongdongdong..."

The big man with disheveled hair was lost in thought when he suddenly heard a roaring sound. Di Liyoujie was a man in the mountains who could hold a strong bow and ride a strong horse. Why couldn't he hear the sound? He was slightly startled. , said horrified:

"cavalry?"

He suddenly raised his head, and then unhooked the horn from his waist. He heard a loud noise, and a black shadow flew over the village gate that was more than ten feet high, blocking the scorching sun in the sky and casting a twisting shadow.

Di Liyoujie only caught a glimpse of a gleaming halberd passing through the air, and the black and gray armor made a ferocious metallic sound, shining with a fine iron luster that Shanyue could not create for several lifetimes.

"Hush...hiss..."

The horse's hooves hit the ground, and the splashed sand and dust flew high on the ground. The panting and neighing sounds of the spirit horse were chaotic. The Di Li people in the courtyard were all lost in their thoughts. Di Li could not help but take a step back. , the resolute face lost color.

"Qiang!"

The halberd stood on the ground, revealing a few cold lights in the smoke. Before he could see the man clearly, he heard the sound of gold and iron clashing. The village gate was torn to pieces, and the Dongren in iron armor came in orderly order. enter.

Several clans that wanted to resist were like weak lambs in front of these people. They were subdued in two strokes. Di Liyoujie saw at a glance that these were soldiers and horses of the Li family, and he did not dare to resist, so he could only hold on. Fist was waiting in place.

"Well…"

Di Liyoujie was pushed to the ground with a thump by several men in jade armor. With the clanging sound, pieces of cold blades were attached to his neck. The cold light was piercing. He was held in the middle by more than ten iron guns, unable to move. .

But in an instant, the entire Di Li clan was under control. Di Li Youjie fell to his knees on the ground, not daring to move. His hair was disheveled and he felt chills everywhere.

The sun was scorching, and there was a golden light in front of him. Bean-sized beads of sweat kept dripping on the ground. Di Liyoujie slowly adjusted his posture, raised his head, and saw a pair of narrow eyes faintly glowing with golden light.

The young man glanced at him casually, then looked around, as if estimating the number of men among them. Then he raised the cloth in his hand and read:

"Di Li...what's the explanation?"

He listened to the gentle tone of the voice, with the clarity of a young man. Di Liyoujie was one of the most talented hunters among the ten-mile clans, and a young clan leader who was feared by all the clans. However, he did not dare to look at him and said hoarsely:

"The villain has seen the Immortal Clan...the Immortal Clan Master."

The man was sweating profusely, and was forced to lower his head by the gaze. The cold blade was close to his throat, and he did not dare to move. Then he saw the spirit behind him immediately turned over and stood down. His eyes were cold, and he circled around him.

This man had long eyebrows and gray eyes. He looked at him like he was sizing up an animal and whispered:

"Your Highness...is this person worthy of use?"

The young man on the horse didn't answer him, smiled and asked:

"Di Li Youjie, the letter said that you are young and promising, and I will give you a fortune, but you must take it!"

Di Li has always been powerful since he was a child, but his mind has never been so clear. Everything in front of him was sorted out clearly with lightning. The man said in a trembling voice:

"Thank you, my dear prince!"

He finally mustered up the courage to look at those eyes, which seemed to be born to play with people's hearts. The dark gold flowed through them, making his legs feel cold.

Di Liyoujie listened to the young man pulling the rope and the sound of iron hoofs on the ground. The prince used a riding crop to separate the cold blade on his neck and played with the taste:

"Go and take your Di Li family members and go into the city to kill!"