Chapter 70 Crisis

The old Taoist seemed to be sure of victory, and he leisurely performed a magic formula. A brilliant white light came out from his left hand, and he looked at him with a smile.

Li Xiangping kept silent, took out a light yellow talisman, patted it on his body, and immediately held up a pure white light shield, turned around and ran towards the lake.

The old Taoist was not angry, he patted the storage bag on his waist, put away the jade pendant, and then followed Li Xiangping with a smile, his small eyes watching his every move warily, thinking to himself:

"How does it look like the Yu Yuan Talisman of the Qing Po Sect? Haven't the two sects reached a tacit understanding a long time ago? The Qing Po Sect disciples from Wangyue Lake to Mushroom Plain should have evacuated at this moment."

"No, if a Qingchi disciple has to escape, he may have some connection with the Qingchi Sect, so we should be careful and don't capsize in the ditch. Let him run first. After he has exhausted his magic power, what talisman and magic weapon will he have? It can’t be used anymore.”

Following Li Xiangping leisurely like a ghost, the old Taoist became more and more happy as he thought about it, almost laughing out loud.

"It was God who helped me. The people of the Qingchi Sect retreated, and the people of the Boring Gold Gate were fighting the autumn wind in the south. This kid also ran to the border of the Boring Gold Gate in the north in a panic. It seems that the opportunity is in my hands."

The more he thought about it, the more excited the old Taoist became, remembering the way the descendants of the Immortal Mansion killed everyone hundreds of years ago, and also remembered the words of his master before his death.

The old Taoist was originally a casual cultivator under the rule of Boring Jinmen. When Master Shouyuan was approaching, he passed a jade pendant to him, touched him, who was only twenty years old at the time, and said:

"My lineage was also involved in the chaos among the descendants of the Immortal Mansion hundreds of years ago, and this jade pendant was obtained from that person."

"The vicious man had developed a magical body, and his flesh, blood, sinews, and bones were all treasures of heaven and earth. Therefore, he was torn into pieces by the three sects and seven sects. We, the casual cultivators, had no chance to get a piece of flesh, so we had to use utensils to hold the things we robbed. Splattered blood, your ancestor picked up this jade pendant in a rain of blood, and was seriously injured as a result, and passed away when he returned."

At that time, he was still a little boy, with his eyes open blankly, listening to the master panting vaguely, and said weakly:

"Your uncle and I have been studying for more than 130 years, and we have gotten some clues. This jade pendant should contain the inheritance of the Immortal Palace, but it is missing another treasure... You... you can go out and look for it..."

Just as the old man was thinking about it, he saw the man in front of him suddenly stopped, turned his head and stared at him with a pair of fierce eyes like a falcon. He was so shocked that the old man stopped in his tracks.

Feeling quite embarrassed for a moment, the old Taoist sneered:

"What, have you figured it out?"

Li Xiangping also sneered, and showed a blue-grey sword in his hand. The white light flashed on the sword, and a strong sense of danger rushed straight into the old Taoist's face.

"Damn it, there really is something."

The old Taoist screamed strangely, and in an instant, twelve talismans beside him rang out, and a large golden shield rose in front of him. He formed seals with his hands, and mana was quickly injected into it.

This set of operations is so smooth that it only takes one breath. The old Taoist usually immerses himself in practice and does not often fight with others. He has practiced this trick for more than thirty years and has relied on this set of magic talismans to superimpose to save his life many times. .

Unexpectedly, the sense of danger passed away in an instant. The old man was stunned for a moment, and Li Xiangping had already scampered away like a rabbit.

The old Taoist suddenly realized it, cursed fiercely, dispersed the spell in his hand, and sneered:

"There are quite a few tricks."

With a gentle step under his feet, he closed the distance like a ghost, but the old Taoist saw Li Xiangping showing his jianzi again, with the white light shining brightly on him.

The sense of danger came to his face, and the veteran who had been practicing for many years did not hesitate to strike out the twelve talismans again, raising a large golden shield.

"idiot!"

But he heard a sneer coming from the front. Even though the old Taoist had been practicing for many years and had a good temper, he felt an uncontrollable anger at this moment. He condensed a few golden lights in his hand, waved his hand to disperse the big shield, and wanted to kill Li Xiangping with a spell.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the big shield dispersed, a flawless and vast white light was reflected in the old Taoist's pupils.

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Li Xuanxuan was sitting uneasily and walking around the courtyard. The head of the family, Li Xiangping, had not returned all night, and the people stationed at Li Daokou said they had not seen any white light.

"It was originally agreed to release the Taiyin Xuanguang and retreat home. It shouldn't take a few hours!"

Looking at the slowly rising morning light, Li Xuanxuan felt more and more uneasy, almost forcing him to rush out of the house and go to Wan's house to investigate the situation.

The streaks of golden light that flashed in the eastern sky last night were extinguished in just a quarter of an hour. Li Xuanxuan stood alone on the top of Lijing Mountain all night against the night wind, silently clenching his fists.

"If it's the worst case scenario."

Li Xuanxuan's eyes were slightly red, and one name after another appeared in his mind.

"Li Yesheng, Li Qiuyang, Chen Erniu..."

Li Tongya is still at Guanyun Peak, and Li Xiangping's life and death are unknown. Now the only direct person in charge of the Li family is only thirteen-year-old Li Xuanxuan. His subordinate Li Xuanfeng is only seven years old, and Li Xuanling is only five years old.

"Young Master!"

A low cry woke up Li Xuanxuan. When the young man raised his head, he was already smiling and said with a gentle smile:

"Uncle Ye Sheng? What's wrong?"

"My subordinates searched several times in Meichi Mountain and Lijing Mountain, but the master was nowhere to be found..."

Li Yesheng touched his beard, lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice.

He also saw the golden light in the sky last night, and was about to report it to Li Xiangping, but he went back and forth to look for it twice, but he couldn't find Li Xiangping.

"Uncle suddenly felt something last night and has already retreated to prepare for a breakthrough."

Li Xuanxuan smiled softly, looked into Li Yesheng's eyes and explained.

"I see!"

Li Yesheng suddenly realized it and said with a smile:

"The head of the family is retreating in the backyard of Lijing Mountain this time?"

Li Xuanxuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he replied without changing his expression:

"Exactly."

Li Yesheng nodded, cleverly changed the topic, reported to Li Xuanxuan what had happened in the village these days, and then left.

Seeing Li Yesheng coming out of the mountain, Li Xuanxuan slowly sat on the main seat in the courtyard, sitting in the empty courtyard, looking at the horizon with a gloomy face.

At the foot of the mountain.

Li Yesheng hurriedly entered the courtyard, took off his outer robe, handed it to the servant who came up to him, frowned and shouted:

"Li Xiewen!"

Seeing no one in the courtyard responded, Li Yesheng then remembered that Li Xiewen had been sent to Li Daokou by Li Xiangping.

Looking at the people gathered around the courtyard, Li Yesheng took the tea bowl that was handed to him, sat down on the main seat in the courtyard, and said in a deep voice:

"Is there any movement in Li Qiuyang?"

"Nothing."

After taking a sip of tea, Li Yesheng frowned tightly and said in a deep voice:

"Has anyone from the Wan family sent someone to ask for help today?"

"Return to take charge, not yet."

Li Yesheng's face suddenly became solemn, he looked down at the people below, lowered his eyebrows and said in an inaudible voice:

"The master...has anyone sent to...control the clan soldiers?"

Seeing the people below shaking their heads, Li Yeshang let out a long breath, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm overthinking it."