Chapter 367 Heading to the East Coast

"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 spiritual 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 dissent in the marriage. Why don't I go to Emperor Yun Peak to invite the Yang family for you..."

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 when Yang Tianya sacrificed and practiced the jade seal, soldiers and horses passed by on the Lixia Road and destroyed several mountains in my mushroom forest. Therefore, our Yuan family has some friendship with Yang Tianya. 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 strong relationships 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 slowly fell into his slender hand. Li Qinghong turned around and saw his brother Li Yuanjiao 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, blocking the words of gratitude from Rui Qiongcuo, the head of the Rui family, 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 at the eighth level of Qi training, Li Qinghong and Li Xuanxuan, who was at the seventh level of Qi training, and the old monkey who was holding the jade pestle and at the fifth level of Qi training, together swept away the demon cultivators in this area.

Even though the demon cultivators in this area were not very advanced, Li Yuanjiao was still cautious and did not dare to separate his family members, fearing that they would be ambushed by the demon cultivators. He would rather be less efficient and sweep away one family at a time.

As everyone went deeper, the demon cultivators who emerged became more and more powerful, and there were also many local cultivators who transformed into demon cultivators. The Blood Magic Book was not powerful, but it was good at escaping, so the progress slowed down.

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

"We have killed all the fetal breathing cultivators along the way! If we continue at this pace, I am afraid that the demon cultivators behind us would have already captured all of them and left on the wind."

He quietly touched the magic mirror and took a rough look at this area. Suddenly, blood and fire appeared everywhere in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

"Southeast! Catch the big fish first!"

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

Li Xuanxuan looked back first. He could still see the fireworks on Guli Road from a distance, so as not to miss the help from home. Li Yuanjiao had already whispered:

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

There are big differences among the demon cultivators. If they manipulate white gas like Qiu Ji, they are particularly powerful. Seeing that the three of them were only covered with some blood, Li Yuanjiao made up his mind and nodded to them.

Li Qinghong understood, her eyebrows curved, her white hands clasped together, rubbing out a thick purple meaning, condensing between her palms, exactly: [Purple Talisman Yuanguang Secret Method]!

These magic cultivators were concentrating on outlining the magic circle, and they never thought that several people would fly towards them. They quickly took out their magic tools to resist the enemy. Li Qinghong waved her slender hand, and the thunder talisman whistled away.

‘If the distance was not too far, the sneak attack would be even better! ’

Qi training cultivators have spiritual awareness, unless there are some special hidden magic tools, sneak attacks are extremely difficult. Li Qinghong only shortened the distance to shorten the reaction time of this person, and a thunder talisman hit the face of the person with the weakest breath.

“Boom!”

This magic cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training vomited blood and flew backwards, and the magic tool in his hand was charred. Li Qinghong took advantage of the victory to pursue him, and the spear technique stuck to him. Everyone in the Li family took on two enemies each.

The demon cultivator was attacked by a trick, and his body was shaking constantly. Fortunately, he was experienced and used magic tools to remove most of the power, so he was not seriously injured. He showed his fierceness and kept cursing.

"What a tough temper!"

Li Yuanjiao drew out his long sword and cut a bloody mark on the opponent's chest. He turned his eyes and found that the three enemies in front of him were not panicked, but even sneered and said nothing, looking confident.

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

"Quick fight and quick decision!"

So the mana in his body surged, and the sword light turned, and he even hooked another cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training. Relying on the powerful "Jianghe Yiqi Jue" he practiced, he fought one against two.

Li Xuanxuan immediately understood, and withdrew from the old monkey, he went to attack the injured demon cultivator with Li Qinghong.

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

"How dare you! Do you really think that we are the cultivators of that clan or the scattered cultivators!"

The magic weapon in his hand whistled, and the other hand pinched out the blood light spell and hit him, which was chilling. The gray-robed demon cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training also seized the opportunity and surrounded him.

Li Yuanjiao slapped his storage bag and summoned a large oval shield in a yellowish brown color. The six layers of edges on it emitted magic light, blocking the two magic weapons, and reflected bursts of white light in the blood light spell.

It was the middle-grade magic weapon [Six Stone Cloud Disk].

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

"So there is a magic weapon to rely on!"

The middle-stage demon cultivator sneered, clenched his hands, pinched a few magic formulas, and spewed out golden flames from his mouth, hitting the six-stone cloud disk fiercely.

The consumption of mana was even more intense. Li Yuanjiao had no choice but to put away the magic weapon, retreat and draw his sword. The Yueque sword arc jumped up, forcing the two people to retreat, but was illuminated by the red light for a moment, and his nose was slightly cold.

Li Yuanjiao suffered a loss, and the demon cultivator on the other side was even worse. He was covered with black smoke and had wounds of all sizes. He finally panicked and shouted:

"Our reinforcements are coming! Why don't you retreat quickly!"

The other two demon cultivators were all angry and looked at him fiercely, but they couldn't say anything. The demon cultivators were selfish. They only thought about dragging the Li family and never thought about the life and death of another companion.

All the escape and life-saving techniques of this demon cultivator were broken by Li Qinghong. Seeing that his life was about to end, how could he think so much, hoping to force a few people to retreat, and shouted:

"You are just greedy for my property! Killing me is useless. When we come, will you be alive? It is better to spare my life and take what we need!"

After saying this, he took out the storage bag from his waist, and withstood the attacks of several people, spitting blood while barely casting a spell. The storage bag flew away like a meteor, and he fell to the ground.

Li Yuanjiao took several spells from the enemy, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He said in a deep voice:

"Let's go!"

Li Qinghong's purple lightning moved, hooked the storage bag into his hand, slowed down the magic power in his body, his face turned pale, and forced out a ray of purple lightning, and used the secret method.

"Want to leave?"

The black-clothed late-stage Qi training demon cultivator was angry and humiliated. The magic weapon in his hand smashed like the wind, insisting 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's 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.