The spiritual consciousness and reaction speed of the old Taoist practiced Qi and saved his life. Just a subconscious sideways, the mysterious light of Taiyin only evaporated his left arm and entire left hand, leaving the old Taoist's upper body with frosty upper body and a purple-cold face.

"Ahem."

The old Taoist spit out a mouthful of black red blood, which condensed into frost in the air, and fell on the soft soil with a snap.

"Okay, OK."

His old face raised a stiff smile, and his remaining right hand supported a pale white shield, resisting all the attacks pouring from Li Xiangping.

This small action made him spit out a mouthful of frosty black blood, feeling the biting yin and cold breaths wandering in his body. The old Taoist quickly made gestures to protect his heart and save his life.

When Li Xiangping, who was standing by, saw that the attack could not even shake the shield of the old Taoist, the talisman given by Li Chijing was mainly about saving his life and escaping, so he had to grit his teeth and abandon the old Taoist, slapped a talisman on his legs, and continued to flee north in the wind.

To the west is the Li family, it is impossible to go. To the east, there are ten people who are besieging Wan family to practice Qi, and to the south is Dali Mountain with uneven terrain. It is definitely not as fast as flying, so I can only continue to go north.

———

Ji Dengqi looked coldly at Wan Xiaohua, who was still standing on the ground with his upper body, and the long sword in his hand nailed his lower body to the other end, and said lightly:

"Your family should have been prepared for the moment when you killed Hua Zhongshan."

The vitality of the peak fetal breathing caused Wan Xiaohua to die for a long time, and the severe pain made him widen his eyes, and his throat made him scream, and he spit out a few words with blood in his mouth:

"For...ah...why......"

The proud and gorgeous boy in Ji Dengqi slowly appeared in front of him. He bowed quietly and whispered:

"What do you think we are? We are just pigs and dogs raised by these two families. They are a small weight that invests in the balance in their transactions. They don't even care about your position. The offerings you submit every year, they are just waiting for us to fatten our flesh and blood. Once we fatten, we can exchange for the slaughtered pigs and cows."

Ji Dengqi looked at Wan Xiaohua and struggled to close his eyes, gently shed a tear, closed his eyes and raised his head, and said in a deep voice:

"Now I want to drive away the blood descendants of your family and the eight thousand mortals under your control to sacrifice swords for that master. Then the master will go down to the Mulinyuan, where no one is stationed in Qingchi Sect, and sacrifice to 50% to 70% of the mortals and immortal cultivators there to collect resentment and blood."

Ji Dengqi raised a sarcastic smile on his lips, looked at Wan Xiaohua, whose body was gradually getting colder, and continued to whisper:

"And Qingchi Sect, who you are eager to help, is dispatching troops to the border of Tongjin Gate, doing the same disgusting thing."

"Pigs and cows are smart, so they have to exchange for slaughter."

Gently closing his eyes for Wan Xiaohua, Ji Dengqi let out a hoarse laugh from the depths of his throat, raised his head coldly, and looked at the energetic figure of a man in golden clothes in the sky.

———

"Senior Xiao!"

Li Tongya bowed respectfully, and saw Xiao Chuting, the foundation-building monk in front of him, squinted his eyes and drank tea, and said softly:

"My friend Tongya, why not stay in my Xiao family for a few more days."

Li Tongya was stunned for a moment, a sense of suspicion arose in his heart, lowered his eyebrows and was silent for a moment, and said respectfully:

"I don't know..."

Xiao Chuting waved his hand, interrupted Li Tongya's words, and whispered:

"The Wanjia has not come this year. It should be that Tongjinmen should have made an appointment to go south. Calculate the time and it has almost killed the mushroom forest. The Li family is now alone in the mountains, and the mushroom forest is bloody and storm. It's better to wait a few days before retreating to Tongjinmen before going back."

Xiao Chuting's words revealed a lot of information. Li Tongya was stunned, thought for a few breaths like lightning in his mind, and bowed to thank him:

"Thank you, Senior Xiao!"

Xiao Chuting nodded slightly, closed his eyes and began to ponder, and Li Tongya immediately said goodbye.

Seeing Li Tongya leave the yard, a young man in brocade clothes walked out from behind the spiritual yarn screen in the yard. It was the Xiao Yongling that Wan Kai and Li Tongya met in the tavern. He respectfully fell down and said in confusion:

"Grandfather, is the Li family really worthy of my family's friendship?"

Xiao Chuting drank tea silently, looked at his most proud blood descendant, and whispered:

"Li Chijing broke through the pass and practiced "The Autumn Essay on Yuehu Yingqiu", and the sect was shocked."

Xiao Yongling widened his eyes in shock for a moment and said in a lost voice:

"The Autumn Essay on Moon Lake Reflection"? Where did he get the moonlight?!"

"Don't worry about how he came from."

Xiao Chuting waved his hand and said softly:

"If you have more relationships with the Li family, don't be too attentive, it's not beautiful."

Seeing Xiao Yongling's contemplative look on his face, Xiao Chuting changed his tone and said coldly:

"Do you know why the three sects and seven sects have never stopped the family fighting and annexation under their rule? They even encourage families to fight and kill each other between the borders?"

Xiao Yongling thought for a few breaths and replied:

"What Qingchi Sect has always needed is not the offering of a few spirit stones. What they needed is to catalyze our Xiao family that can organize a large number of mortals and immortal cultivators to cultivate spiritual objects that can provide assistance to the foundation-building and even the purple palace cultivators..."

"Can't Qingchi Sect free these Qi training and foundation building? If you have to use the hands of my family, you still have to share our income. Look at how many spiritual objects and magic weapons my Xiao family has hoarded here in Lixia County over the past few hundred years. Don't Qingchi Sect know?"

Xiao Chuting drank a mouthful of tea and asked slowly.

Xiao Yongling suddenly stopped, and had already grasped something in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

"I'll tell you that our aristocratic families are just medicinal materials planted in the ground by Qingchi Sect."

Xiao Chuting sneered and said in a deep voice:

"It took hundreds of years to plant a large family, then eat it cleanly, and then enlighten and promote dozens of small families to fight each other, and develop together, and raise the next family."

Xiao Yongling lowered his head and shivered, and said with some trembling words:

"Is this...the act of the immortal family..."

"Thousands of years have passed between immortals and demons. Who still plays with those old-fashioned things? Which of the three sects and seven sects is not decorated with the mountain gate and stands on flesh and blood and bones?"

Xiao Chuting laughed and asked back:

"How did you plant the moonlight glaze tree on Qingchi Peak? It was planted in the flesh and blood of Li Jiangqun and was poured with his blood. Which corner of your Qingchi Sect is not covered with blood?"

"Qingchi Immortal Sect, Qingchi Immortal Sect, it sounds nice!"

Xiao Chuting stood up with a sneer and asked Xiao Yongling:

"Do you know what Qingchi Immortal Sect calls it when it was not yet among the third sect five or six hundred years ago?"

"I don't know."

Seeing Xiao Yongling shook his head, Xiao Chuting slowly approached his ear and said coldly:

"Qingchi Demon Sect."

"Qingchi Demon Sect?!"
Chapter completed!