Chapter 368 Tu Jun Kuiguang

Everyone in the Li family quickly flew away. Li Yuanjiao's face turned slightly pale. He took a pill to remove the cold poison and adjust the true energy, and his face looked much better. Li Qinghong on the side had consumed a lot and also took medicine to adjust his breath.

Although he was slightly injured, Li Yuanjiao still had a smile on his face. The storage bag in his hand was shining brightly and full of runes. It didn't look like an ordinary thing. He smiled and said:

"This demon cultivator looks extraordinary. He is also a generation of Zhang Huaide and Qiu Ji. He is a core figure. Unlike those lesser demon cultivators, I am afraid he will gain a lot this time."

As he said this, Li Yuanjiao did not easily open the storage bag, but held it in his hand and played with it. Li Xuanxuan said with some worry:

"Jiao'er, how is your injury?"

"It doesn't matter, let Gui Luan nurse me for two days. After a few months of stabilizing my cultivation, I can break through to the ninth level."

The meaning behind the words was Lu Dan. The old monkey flew behind him, so he didn't say anything. The three people and the monkey flew silently for a while. Li Yuanjiao suddenly stopped and said softly:

"Found it!"

At his feet was a small tribe of Fetusi. The Demonic Cultivator killed them quickly. Li Yuanjiao fell down on the wind and slashed with his sword.

After a while, a Fetus Breath Demonic Cultivator was brought back. His limbs had been chopped off, and he was left with a solitary, smooth body. His eyes were wide open as he screamed for mercy.

Li Yuanjiao's eyes were bright and he was unmoved. He just threw him to the ground, then smashed the Qi Practicing Demon Cultivator's storage bag on his face and ordered:

"Open it with your spiritual sense."

The magic cultivator did as he was told. The mouth of the storage bag was slightly loose, and items poured out. There was no marking spell activated, and it seemed that there was no back-up plan.

Li Yuanjiao didn't bother to see if the demon cultivator had been marked for revenge. He stomped on his head while begging for mercy, burned it clean with fire, and picked up the storage bag and many spiritual objects.

All this took only a few dozen breaths, and was solved neatly. Li Qinghong held the gun and adjusted his breath, as if he had not heard anything. Li Xuanxuan frowned and interjected:

"There's no need to cut it into a human stick...just kill him with one sword, why bother doing this and getting blood everywhere."

"It's easier. You don't have to be careful about what talismans he uses."

After answering with a smile, a few people took off on the wind. Li Yuanjiao flipped through the storage bag and checked the harvest. Not long after, he had passed the Zhujia and arrived at the edge of the Yujia.

The dense forest county of the Yu family has been devastated by fireworks all over the place. The streams of light and spells collide with each other and the smoke billows.

Li Xuanxuan stopped and looked at it for a while, then whispered:

"Yu Yufeng has only lasted four generations from Yu Chengyi, and he has already fallen to this point, and it is difficult to return!"

"Who says it's not?"

Li Qinghong held the gun, stared at the sudden fire in the county, and replied:

"When a family started in its humble beginnings, its ancestors were either talented and scheming, or they were cheerful and generous, knowing people well and making good use of them, or they were cautious, resourceful, suspicious and cruel, so they could stand out."

"Build something in one life and maintain it in the second. Most of them are far inferior to their predecessors."

"The descendants are addicted to pleasure, obsessed with cultivation, and do not know the warmth and warmth of the world. Along the way, they can achieve the foundation of the Purple Mansion and suppress the clan. If they cannot, they will have laid the foundation for disaster!"

Li Yuanjiao looked at the sword and said in a muffled voice:

"My great ancestor has lived through four generations so far, and Xiyue is already the fifth."

He turned around and suddenly asked:

"Are there any of our children and grandchildren who can compare with our ancestors and great-grandfathers?"

Li Qinghong never expected that the topic would suddenly become so serious, and he quickly smiled and said:

"Brother is joking. Each generation has its own situation. There is no need to compare."

Li Xuanxuan listened to the discussion between the brothers and sisters along the way without saying a word. After entering Lijing Town, he went to draw symbols on the peak. Li Yuanjiao and Li Qinghong fell into the middle hall together and divided the many spoils with Li Yuanping.

There are ten storage bags in the fetal breath monk's storage bag. After filling the storage bag with spiritual objects and magic weapons, there are only more than forty spiritual stones left, which are added to the family treasury. Finally, the spiritual stones of the Yushan lineage were left to Li Qingxiao. The vacancy was filled.

After pouring out the savings of the Qi Practicing Demon Cultivator, there were as many as twenty Guangguang Lingshi. Li Yuanjiao was about to hand it over to Yuan Ping again, and saw him frowning and saying:

"Brother and sister must take some! They must all be given to the clan. Where do you get the resources to practice? My brother needs to build a foundation right now, so think more about yourself."

The brother and sister Li Yuanjiao looked at each other and divided them into half. Each took a few bottles of usable elixirs, and most of the rest were magic arts. Li Yuanjiao picked them over and looked at them one by one. Finally, his eyes lit up and he smiled. :

"There is a fourth-level spell."

Most of Wu Yue's widely circulated spells are first and second-grade or even not popular. Most of the third- and fourth-grade spells are secretly kept by aristocratic families. The higher ones are only owned by the immortal sect of the Immortal Sect. Upon hearing this, everyone immediately gathered around and Li Yuanjiao read it carefully. , replied:

"What's strange! It's a fourth-level spell of the small sect [Tu Jun Sect] in the Wu Kingdom. It's called: [Tu Jun Kuiguang]. It uses different cold air and cold water to practice. To get started, you need nine cold air or three cold water. To achieve a great success, It’s ninety-nine and eighty-one!”

"On weekdays, I practice these cold air and cold water into the index finger of my left hand, and when I am in battle, I will release [Tujun Kuiguang], which can hinder the movement of the enemy's magic power. If I practice it to a great level, it will turn into ice water when I practice it."

After Li Yuanjiao finished speaking, Li Qinghong took it and read it carefully. He sighed with regret and said softly:

"I can't use it. Thunder belongs to fire, and it can't break the cold, let alone the index finger of a priest."

Li Yuanjiao nodded. His own inheritance of "River Yi Qi Jue" and "Cold Truffle Snow Jue" are quite consistent with this technique. The Qi collection [Han Song Snow Qi] of "Cold Truffle Snow Jue" can even be used as a cold air. Practice this technique.

‘There is still a heaven and earth spiritual water [Disha Cold Spring] at home that can be used. ’

"[Tujunmen]..."

Li Yuanjiao only felt that it sounded familiar and said doubtfully:

"It seems that the old monkey has practiced in this sect. It was mentioned in "The White Monkey's Travels" that the sect's martial arts are cold and cold. The ancestors were rich and had several secret techniques. They were later destroyed by demonic cultivators. In the end, it was It's been transferred to my hands."

This spell requires many different types of cold air and cold water, nine of which are considered beginners. It is a bit difficult to practice. Li Yuanjiao will save it for now and plans to find out which houses have cold air and practice it slowly.

…

Li Yuanjiao spent half a year in seclusion, stabilized his cultivation, took the Lu Dan at home, easily broke through the ninth level of Qi training, and was finally in sight of building a foundation.

Now that I have broken out of the seclusion, I asked carefully and found that most of the monks in my family have gone into seclusion to practice.

This time, the Demonic Disaster Clan was a lot more prosperous, and many of the owed stipends were also paid out. Everyone either made progress at the critical moment of life or death, or had savings to buy elixirs to achieve their respective breakthroughs.

After this period of fighting with demonic calamities, Li Qinghong also improved greatly in his cultivation, but it was just that he accumulated more energy in the later stages of Qi training and had not yet broken through the eighth level.

Li Yuanjiao just came out of seclusion, and his servants had already delivered the letter. It turned out to be a letter from Guyan Temple. Chen Donghe finally collected a copy of [Jinyang Huangyuan]. Li Yuanjiao was immediately overjoyed. He looked after Li Qinghong's house and headed west. go.

Traveling full of joy, when we passed [Xiping Mountain], the rolling golden sand swept in. Li Yuanjiao fell in front of the Guyan Temple, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

The ancient city wall that previously stretched for thousands of miles has now collapsed in several pieces and been divided into three or four sections. The existing city wall is also mottled and full of cracks.

Chen Donghe's face was still pale, looking like old wounds had not healed but new ones had been added. He flew in front of him and said:

"Master!"

Li Yuanjiao pointed at the city wall and frowned. Chen Donghe replied:

"It's a demon cultivator."

"This year, demonic cultivators often come across the border, and most of them fly away. Some of them are greedy and besiege the Guyan Temple... During the battle, the ancient city wall is often affected, and it becomes what it is now."

Chen Donghe sighed and continued:

"The reason why this [Jinyang Huangyuan] was delayed for more than half a year is because of this reason. The city wall collapsed. It could have been used for three people to collect Qi, but now it can only accommodate two people..."

Li Yuanjiao suddenly felt a headache. This was not something that could just be repaired. [Jinyang Huangyuan]'s request was for the ancient pass. If he tried to repair it, he might even destroy the place for collecting energy.

‘Is it possible that we need to send someone to protect us? ’

However, the combat power of his own direct lineage is very small, and it is very dangerous to spread it out here for protection, not to mention delaying cultivation.

"This place is too dilapidated and the gas extraction efficiency is very low. It seems that we need to send another person out to search again..."

He now took the jade box handed over by Chen Donghe, opened it gently, and saw the golden light flowing inside, and the red gold inside, nodded and said:

"Does my aunt know about my uncle? After all, he is my uncle. He can go back to the clan to pay homage."

Chen Donghe understood what he meant: "You can go back to the clan," which meant that [Jinyang Huangyuan] should still be picked. What a sensible person Chen Donghe was, and he said warmly:

"Please sir, please send her back. This anger is getting worse and worse. Donghe has to hurry up, so he can't do it."

Li Yuanjiao nodded silently and sent someone to invite Li Jingtian. Not long after, someone came to report back, saying that Li Jingtian refused to go home, so he only worshiped from a distance and changed into white clothes, which was considered as a courtesy.

Chen Donghe sighed slightly and bowed slightly to Li Yuanjiao as an apology.

Li Yuanjiao understood the meaning, so he had no choice but to leave the elixirs and supplies, ride the wind in the long smoke and sunset, and disappear alone in the yellow smoke.

It wasn't until Li Yuanjiao disappeared from the horizon that Chen Donghe straightened up, sat down against the city wall, stared at the slowly setting sun, and suddenly felt lonely.

He was also an old man in his sixties. When Tian Youdao died, there was one less person who could sit down and recall the past, and he murmured:

"The sunset is blood red, and the earth veins are surging. It seems that the fire veins have broken out again."

There are many fire veins in the desert, which is not a good place for mortals to live. Li Jingtian's health is getting worse day by day, and his personality has become a bit stubborn. If he were younger, he would not do such things to embarrass Li Yuanjiao.

'Xiao'er... Orphaned and widowed, I don't know how she is doing now...'

"River Yiqi Jue" loves water and lakes. Years of living in the desert have made Chen Donghe's cultivation progress much slower, but he didn't care at all. He just sat silently on the gray-white city and hummed a few songs from his hometown.

…

Li Yuanjiao returned home in a muffled voice. He sat on the bluestone for an hour before he felt his mental strength had recovered and his expression became lively. Someone came to report that Li Xijun was here.

"Let him come up."

Li Yuanjiao waited for a moment, and Li Xijun came up quickly wearing a brocade robe. The magic weapon [Late Red Glaze] given to him was carefully embedded into the jade ring, and it hung precariously on his waist, which was quite beautiful.

"Xi Jun has met Father Zhong."

Li Xijun cupped his fists and looked quite relaxed. Li Yuanjiao's spiritual sense swept over him and he immediately understood and said softly:

"It takes a lot of effort to practice the five-level Jade Capital Wheel of Fetal Breathing."

Li Xijun was sixteen years old, just when the sun was rising. His qualifications were somewhat worse than Li Ximing's. I guess Li Ximing, who came to the Xiao family, was almost in Yujing.

Li Xijun said a few words of humility. Li Yuanjiao knew that he was here to ask for Lu Dan, so he took out the jade bottle from his storage bag and handed it over.

When Li Xijun and Li Ximing took this pill, they would both be monks at the peak of their fetal breath. However, there was only one copy of [Jinyang Huangyuan]. Li Yuanjiao organized his words and said warmly:

"Jun'er, I only got one share of [Jinyang Huangyuan] at home. There are some problems with the source of air in the desert. I'm afraid I will have to wait for more than ten years for the next one..."

Li Xijun nodded slightly, looking a little surprised. It was his turn to be in the same situation as his brother Li Xiyao back then, but his personality was completely different from that of his brother Li Xiyao. He said respectfully:

"Xi Jun depends entirely on the orders of his elders!"

He did not step up the steps for Li Yuanjiao, so Li Yuanjiao had no choice but to remain silent for a moment. Li Xijun lowered his eyebrows and paused for two breaths. After all, he couldn't bear to see the guilty expression on his elder's face and said with a smile:

"Xi Jun actually likes the "Cold Truffle Snow Technique". It is elegant and dusty, with a biting cold air. It is suitable for walking with a sword."

""Golden Palace Huang Yuan Jue" sounds like a suddenly rich landlord, and it's boring to practice."

Li Xijun made a joke, but Li Yuanjiao couldn't laugh. The "Cold Truffle Snow Technique" is only a third-grade skill, but the "Golden Palace Huangyuan Technique" is a fourth-grade ancient method. Conquering this spiritual energy of heaven and earth will determine the next hundred years. way.

He favors one thing over another, and the palms and backs of his hands are full of flesh, and nothing can be said with a joke. Although Li Yuanjiao has thousands of emotions in his heart, he is not good at expressing them, so he only sighs:

"When you have stabilized your cultivation after the breakthrough, go to the foot of the mountain to get the [Cold Pine Snow Qi] to prepare for a breakthrough."

He took out "Tu Jun Kui Guang" from the storage bag, handed it to Li Xijun as compensation, and said in a rare warm voice:

"This is a new fourth-grade spell at home. Read it carefully first, practice it slowly, and come to me when you can absorb the cold air and cold water."

The bottle of [Earth Evil Cold Spring] at home is not a renewable spiritual energy of heaven and earth like [Hansong Snow Qi]. Li Yuanjiao had no intention of taking it out for use. Later, he read the spell carefully and found that the amount required was not much, so he decided to use it. Take it out and use it.

"Thank you very much, Father Zhong, for the gift!"

Li Xijun nodded calmly, took the spell and read it carefully, swore the Xuanjing Spiritual Oath, and retreated with fists clasped. Only then did Li Yuanjiao come to his senses, wrote a letter at his desk, handed it to his servant, and said in a deep voice:

"Go to Youyou Peak and ask Mr. Ming how his cultivation is. If you have broken through Yujing, come back quickly."

"No."

He took back the small letter, scribbled for a while, and then ordered:

"Ask him to write back and I will pick him up personally."