Chapter 328: Reunion

Today was originally the day of the great war between the Qingyuan Sect and Maling Mountain. Both sides formed a tacit understanding and had long set up arrays on both banks of the Beijiang, but they had always had concerns and had not yet truly started the war. However, they didn't want to be intruded upon by Liu Liu Xiaolou, triggering the great war!

Liu Liu Xiaolou immediately knew that he had entered the battlefield by mistake. He was so scared that he hurriedly slipped away, retracted the Mystical Truth Rope and the Lin Yuan Mystical Stone array, used the Three Mystical Swords to cover his retreat, and turned around to flee south.

He was in the Qingyuan Sect's formation, fleeing in the opposite direction, which immediately attracted the attention of the Qingyuan Sect's supervising experts. Two cold shouts sounded one after another: "Those who retreat will die!"

"No fleeing from the battle!"

Between the words, two rays of light shot from the left and right respectively.

These two rays of light were much stronger than Feng Yuanfa's judge pens. From seeing the brilliance to the brilliance filling the entire field of vision, it was just in the blink of an eye.

Liu Liu Xiaolou was horrified in his heart. He moved the Three Mystical Swords to block in front of him and desperately injected true yuan into the Glazed Shield, trying his best to brush out glazed light.

At the same time, his body technique turned sharply, turning from south to north, rushing toward the Beijiang.

In less than half a breath, he felt a giant shock behind him, as if hit by a mountain, and his whole person flew forward violently, unable to help but spray several mouthfuls of blood from his throat, sprinkling a piece of blood rain into the dense forest below.

If not for the protection of the Glazed Shield, if this ray of light hit his body, he would probably have been seriously injured on the spot. He hurriedly checked the Glazed Shield. This magic artifact was worthy of being high-grade and didn't break, but the light was much dimmer, which was due to his true yuan deficiency.

At the same time, the Three Mystical Swords also hit another ray of light. Liu Liu Xiaolou only felt a burst of irresistible force surging in, breaking the vibration force of his own Three Mystical Swords cleanly.

The Three Mystical Swords that lost the hand "wailed" and urgently needed to return to the Qi Sea for nourishment, but were occupied by that ray of light in the channel, chasing closely behind the Three Mystical Swords, about to drill in along the channel.

What kind of expert is this? At least late Foundation Establishment, right? Or even Golden Core?

He believed he absolutely couldn't block it and could only flee desperately, but that ray of light had already touched the path of his Qi Sea channel, and it was really impossible to shake off no matter how he shook it!

Liu Liu Xiaolou had no other thoughts in his heart, only able to rush forward desperately, with a speed rarely seen in his life, sweeping across the river surface, even without "dragonfly skimming water", arriving directly at the opposite bank of the Beijiang.

The opposite side immediately welcomed the interception of the Maling Sect cultivators, and six magic artifacts attacked him instantly, but Liu Liu Xiaolou really didn't dare to stop. At this moment, he was really anxious.

Most of the magic artifacts hit by the Maling Sect cultivators hit the Glazed Shield, hitting the glazed light until it dimmed again, and it looked like there was a worry of defense breaking.

Liu Liu Xiaolou had a flash of inspiration, suddenly turned around, and the ray of light chasing his Qi Sea channel also changed direction, drawing a large circle, still chasing closely behind, and it was about to drill in.

Just at this moment, the subsequent magic artifacts hit by the Maling Sect cultivators arrived, also chasing behind, and collided with that ray of light.

"Clang clang bang bang", a series of chain explosions chased behind Liu Liu Xiaolou, effectively delaying this ray of light, greatly reducing its speed of chasing Liu Liu Xiaolou. Only then did Liu Liu Xiaolou see clearly that this point of brilliance was a seal.

Immediately after, a short blade flew over, powerful and full of prestige, but he didn't know which high-level cultivator of the Maling Sect took action. At the moment of life and death, Liu Liu Xiaolou's divine thought flowed, and his perception of everything happening around him reached the subtle realm. At the last moment, he rushed forward one step, and the short blade and the seal collided, each bouncing away.

Up to this point, Liu Liu Xiaolou rushed through the chaotic battlefield.

Behind him was the battlefield still erupting with countless brilliance. He couldn't help but look back. In his field of vision, countless brilliance gradually turned into black clouds of varying thickness and density, vaguely like a piece of cursive script of huge length, covering the sky-filling stars tightly, and the world was even darker.

Liu Liu Xiaolou couldn't understand what was written, but felt that his whole person was suppressed by this cursive script covering most of the night sky. His true yuan, blood, and breathing were all gradually stagnant, and he subconsciously knew that if he were suppressed by this cursive script, he would probably lose his life and path.

Is this the strength of the Qingyuan Sect? I don't know if this is a sect magic treasure, or the means of a great cultivator of the Qingyuan Sect?

His feet didn't stop, rushing outward, running faster and faster, trying hard to rush out of this dangerous place before the cursive script suppressed him. But every time he looked up, he felt that these vertical and horizontal strokes were like forming a giant net, and he was the flying insect in the net, unable to escape no matter how he fled.

Just as he felt desperate, a dazzling white light slowly rose into the sky, exploded violently in the place where the ink was most dense, and shot countless rays of light in all directions...

Liu Liu Xiaolou only felt that this white light was not shining on the world, but on the bottom of his heart, shining the depths of his Qi Sea as bright as day. All the haze that had just been stained by the ink marks was swept away.

"Thank you!" He muttered to himself, silently thanking the high-level cultivator of the Maling Sect who broke this ink cloud.

After running for a long time, estimating that he was far from the battlefield the night before, he really couldn't hold on anymore, so he slowed down his pace and hurriedly found a remote place to heal his wounds.

This time he entered the battlefield by mistake, and he had many wounds on his body unknowingly. Especially the collision between the Qingyuan Sect's seal and the Maling Sect's short blade, even if he had the Glazed Shield to cover it, he was swept by the aftermath until his Qi Sea vibrated and his meridians were disordered, and his injuries were serious.

He took a Tiger Bone Pill and a Heart-Nourishing Pill, used a day and a night to heal the external wounds on his body, and stabilized the condition of his internal injuries, only then did he reconsider his itinerary.

Recalling the cursive ink marks that covered the sky and the heaven-shaking brilliance that illuminated the Qi Sea, Liu Liu Xiaolou was both shocked and powerless. Should he be unable to cultivate to such a level in his whole life?

I don't know who won the great war that day, the Qingyuan Sect or the Maling Sect?

He didn't know how far he had fled when he left the battlefield that day, so he had to be careful.

He leaped to the treetop and looked around. After changing several places continuously, he changed to the highest place nearby. Looking from here, he finally saw the Beijiang on the other side of the mountain, especially that bend, which was very conspicuous.

It turned out that he only fled less than five or six *li* that night!

He immediately increased his vigilance and observed for a long time, sneaking toward the northeast.

He just saw some movement faintly in the forest. Although he couldn't see clearly, it was very likely that the winning side stayed behind to clean up the battlefield. His injuries had not healed, and if he really encountered a hard stubble, it would be difficult to escape.

Sneaking for half an hour, walking more than five *li* away, Liu Liu Xiaolou suddenly stopped. Where his divine sense swept, he found someone, and the other party almost perceived his appearance at the same time.

It was truly a narrow road for enemies. The one he met was none other than Feng Yuanfa, who was leading three Qi Refinement cultivators again. He didn't know what they were doing here.

Feng Yuanfa of the Qingyuan Sect appeared here. Could it be that the war the day before yesterday was won by the Qingyuan Sect?

Liu Liu Xiaolou was very familiar with Feng Yuanfa, but Feng Yuanfa had never seen his true face. After looking at him for a while, he asked: "Who is your Excellency?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou answered: "I am from Bazhong, preparing to visit a friend, passing through this place, but I don't know what the Daoist means?"

Feng Yuanfa nodded and said: "Bazhong? Your Excellency doesn't need to visit a friend for now. Follow my Qingyuan Sect to fight against the Maling Mountain, and there will be no shortage of benefits for you."

Liu Liu Xiaolou was stunned: "I am Foundation Establishment..."

Feng Yuanfa said: "I know your Excellency is Foundation Establishment. The great war is in full swing, so please help with a helping hand."

He spoke politely, but his actions were not polite at all. With a whistle, he recruited another Foundation Establishment junior brother from nearby, both of them staring at Liu Liu Xiaolou: "How about it? Come with us."

This is really anxious to fight, even Foundation Establishment is recruited.

Liu Liu Xiaolou was about to report the name of the South Sea Sword Sect, claiming that he had some relationship with the South Sea Sword Sect, but suddenly changed his mind. His eyes stared straight at the back of one of Feng Yuanfa's Qi Refinement cultivators, which was a bamboo basket, and in the bamboo basket lay a large goose that was snow-white all over.

This large goose was shining with a pair of pitch-black eyeballs, turning its head and staring at him. ===== CHAPTER 329 =====