Chapter 901

The setting sun was like blood. The blood on the ground gradually dried, and the residual brilliance of the array flickered slightly in the sunset. A man stood in the gale, wrapped in a black robe, his hair gray and white, blood dripping from his body. Although he had thin whiskers and looked upright and serious, his face was full of ruthlessness, extremely fierce.

His gray-black eyes reflected the blood-red sunset. That golden copper bowl was once again enlarged before him, and the man had to raise the magic sword in his hand and strike it heavily.

"Clang!"

The black-robed man only felt his arms sink, his head dizzy, and blood flowed from the tip of his nose. His throat was bitter and salty, and he couldn't help coughing twice, spraying blood all over his clothes.

"My lord!"

There was still a sound echoing in his ears. The black-robed man managed to turn his head and saw his clansman brother vomiting blood on the ground not far away. The scenery before his eyes was far and near, and the golden light in the sky became more and more prosperous, making Li Cheng unable to open his eyes.

To this day, Li Cheng realized that his vitality was gone. He looked quietly at the blood on his robe, stepped back, and supported his magic sword on the ground to support his body.

This man's robe was stained with blood and could no longer flutter, sticking stickily to his body. He supported his body in a trance, and thoughts emerged in his mind:

'Where have the demonic practitioners reached... is Li Minggong still safe...'

Among the direct descendants of the family, Li Li Minggong was instructed by Ting Lan to Wen Wu and arranged in the rear. Li Cheng was only at Qi Refining, and his talent was poor, so he naturally could not enter Ting Lan's ears.

Even if she never mentioned it, Wen Wu had considered it and arranged the territory in the south, far from Mount Luoxia, traveling with Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi. Unfortunately, Mount Xiaoshi Mountain was defeated, and this place was exposed to the front. The Purple Smoke Sect disciples guarding this place died in battle, Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi fled, and there were countless casualties, leaving only a few of them.

In a trance, Li Cheng realized that the demonic practitioners before him did not seize this rare opportunity, but were somewhat annoyed. This annoyance made Li Cheng shudder.

As the leader of the Yuandu lineage and the uncle of Li Li Zhoufang, Li Cheng's status was actually not low, but his personality was not obedient. If one really wanted to calculate it, he could call Li Li Ximing his Seventh Uncle. After Li Li Ximing's son Li Chenghao died, among the Bo lineage of Chengming, he, Li Cheng, was actually the closest male, and he had received quite a few favors since childhood.

At this moment, a chill surged into his heart, and he was surprisingly clear-headed for a moment: 'The demonic practitioners have many means and will inevitably implicate my family... I should die quickly!'

He drew his sword, but that golden bowl pierced through like lightning, hitting the magic sword in his hand heavily. Sparks flew for a moment, Li Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood and almost sat down on the ground. Just as he was about to circulate his magic power, he found that the golden light in the sky was scattered heavily, shaking the magic power in his body so that it was difficult to condense and collapsed incessantly.

Li Cheng paused, and Li Li Chengpan on the side was even more unbearable. The long spear in his hand was held horizontally and hit in the center by the demonic practitioner opposite, and he immediately knelt down with a thud, vomiting blood.

This blow didn't kill Li Li Chengpan, but it woke Li Cheng up. He shuddered in his heart: 'Although Li Chengpan's talent is a bit higher, his personality is cowardly and hesitant, not even as good as Li Li Zhouluo...'

Back then, when Li Li Zhouluo managed the family, Li Li Chengpan was wronged. Although Li Cheng would have stood up for any clansman, Li Li Chengpan was extremely moved and had followed him ever since, respecting him like a brother. Li Cheng had been with him for so many years; how could he not know how much he weighed? Although he was grateful, could anything be greater than life and death? Would something happen? So he forcibly moved his body, which hurt as if it were breaking inch by inch, and stepped forward. Who knew that the golden bowl would break through the air again, fall before him, and smash onto the magic sword in his hand? Only a crisp clanging sound was heard, and this weathered magic treasure finally broke.

"Ding-dang..."

The sound of the blade falling to the ground was crisp. The sword in Li Cheng's hand only had half a broken blade left. He retreated repeatedly, withdrew to Li Li Chengpan's side, and saw Li Li Chengpan's blood-stained side face in a daze, listening to the young man vomiting blood and crying:

"My lord!"

Li Cheng finally hesitated for a moment, and golden light had already flashed before his eyes. The world spun, and there was a great pain in the back of his head, as if all his strength had been drained, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Light flowed in the sky, baleful aura rolled, and a black and a golden figure fell. The demon head was wearing silver-black armor, stepping on rolling baleful aura, and the Eyed Lianmin was shining with brilliance, sitting on a pink-green lotus throne.

For a time, the world changed color, golden light rolled, and the blood-like setting sun was blocked out. The mages on both sides stood out of thin air, staring tightly.

Li Cheng swallowed his blood, climbed up again, and listened to the Eyed Lianmin in the sky laughing:

"We got a Ning family member earlier, but only one, and had no chance to get a share, and were led away by the Delusional. Now there are these two, which can be considered an unexpected joy!"

Li Cheng's heart suddenly sank. Several cultivators not far away had long since knelt down, and even had a sense of relief. Li Li Chengpan nearby also dropped the long spear in his hand and knelt on the ground in a daze.

Nü Xiao in the sky smiled: "The great affinity has arrived, letting you see the Bright Great Desire Dao, reform and repent, why don't you bow down and thank us!"

"Thud..."

As her words fell, a melodious bell rang from afar, and sounds of begging for mercy and gratitude rang out everywhere. Li Li Chengpan cried bitterly, although he didn't make a sound, he slowly lowered his head, saying nothing.

The Eyed Lianmin in the sky nodded with a smile, revealing a look of gratification.

The demonic path had converted many people; how could they not see it? Actually, there were few people who turned their faces like flipping a book when surrendering. Most ordinary people were indecisive. A bow, a silence, a hesitation—it seemed like an ambiguous move, and the rest followed logically.

Li Li Chengpan on the ground had his hands trembling, but could no longer get up. Who knew that his collar tightened, and a violent chill emerged, as if something had smashed heavily on the back of his head, golden light shining, and a hateful voice like a cuckoo crying blood rang in his ears: "Stand up for me!"

Li Cheng, with gray-white hair, had all his magic power bound, like a mortal. The broken sword stabbing at the back of Li Li Chengpan's head was blocked by golden light, just making him sink. This old man could no longer bear it, the sword in his hand fell with a clanging sound, and he fell to the ground, saying sharply:

"Li Li Chengpan! Stand up for me!"

His expression was as hard as stone, as determined as when he stood in front of Li Li Chengpan on Mount Qingdu Mountain back then, but with more coldness like snow and hatred deep into the bones, heart-tearing and lung-splitting. Red blood flowed from his trembling lips: "Li Li Chengpan!"

Li Li Chengpan was similar to the past, kneeling on the ground, and even his posture didn't change much, also saying nothing, only crying, but his hands were shaking.

This young man's eyes were blurred with tears. The group of clan elders who had sat in many large chairs and whispered to each other drifted away like smoke, becoming the many demonic practitioners standing grimly today, also high above, making him unable to say a word—and even not daring to look back at the old man howling behind him.

Nü Xiao in the sky laughed aloud, staring at the scene on the ground with great satisfaction, her pupils reflecting pieces of golden light. The mages in the sky chanted scriptures solemnly, and colorful clouds appeared in the sky, seemingly performing some kind of ritual, sending out buzzing sounds: "First lose then gain, only then release desire; first gain then lose, only then solve the heart..."

As the chanting began, a distant bell came from the horizon, accompanied by the sound of dense wooden fish, from far to near. Li Li Chengpan's mood suddenly calmed down. This sound dulled the sorrow in his heart and filled it with endless fear. These things fell into his bone marrow and could never be pulled out again.

He put his hands together, lowered his head quietly, and the gale blew away his black hair, finding a place for guilt in the brilliant golden light.

The old man in the rear struggled on the ground like a dead fish. The distant sound of the wooden fish not only could not calm the ruthlessness in his heart, but made him even more angry and rampant, causing flames of red resentment to spit out of his eyes, flowing down the corners of his eyes bit by bit.

Your father died early, and I helped you! You are the person I brought! And today you surrender to the demonic! You were framed by others, and no one dared to speak, and I ignored being dragged into the water by Li Li Xixuan and protected you in front of all the elders! And today you surrender to the demonic! You failed my wholehearted care, you failed my promotion year after year, you beast! It's really my fault for being soft-hearted! You made me have no reputation in life and unable to close my eyes in death!

In the sound of the thumping wooden fish, Li Cheng twisted his body. His bleeding, slender whiskers grew longer and longer, and there seemed to be countless mice moving on his body. For a while, he grew hooves and claws, for a while, scales, for a while, a tongue, turning into a crawling poisonous thing, jumping on the ground. So the sound of scriptures in the sky became heavier, and someone called out:

"Li Li Chengpan! The time to subdue the poisonous thing, sweep away the past, and cut off the dust has come!"

Li Li Chengpan turned around. In the old man's empty clothes, there was only a resentful, aimless poisonous thing, jumping aimlessly. Li Li Chengpan lifted the gills of the poisonous thing, tore off the extra limbs with his hands along the skin of the poisonous thing, rolling out pools of green blood, and he said with tears in his eyes:

"Clan brother!"

This sound was heart-tearing and lung-splitting, like a suona, melodious and winding in the air. Li Li Chengpan's eyes, which had always been cowardly and worried, were clear, and his back was straight. The poisonous thing was struck by lightning, immediately losing its evil nature, calming its demonic heart, and foolishly coiling around him, its scales also becoming golden.

Li Li Chengpan put his hands together and bowed again: "Today I see the true bright righteous law, sweep away the troubles of the six roots, and wish to be under the seat of the lord, cultivating the righteous fruit."

The Eyed Lianmin in the sky laughed with joy and replied: "Wrong! Wrong! I didn't expect it to be such a good affinity. It should be entered into my Great Desire. Now I should take the fellow Daoist to the demonic land, see the lord! Ask if there is a seat left!"

There was a burst of laughter in the sky, and everyone called out:

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

And called out: "See through! See through!"

In a burst of festive golden light, only Helian Helian Wumeng on the side had a gloomy face. The hand gripping the long-handled oar-blade gradually exerted force, making the spirit treasure buzz, and a grim look gradually appeared in his eyes, as if he were uncomfortable all over:

'How can he also be an imperial descendant...'

Although he himself had the idea of capturing Li family members to exchange for spiritual objects, no matter what, either kill them or exchange them back. Their ancestors were also the world's first-class figures; how could they be tossed around like this? This made his eyes cold, and he said mercilessly:

"Nü Xiao! You invited me to see this?"

Nü Xiao was slightly stunned and apologized with a smile: "Isn't this to let you vent your anger..."

Helian Helian Wumeng had suffered a loss on the north shore, but he considered himself a figure; how could he watch this kind of thing? He sneered coldly and angrily:

"Absurd!"

"My lord, wait!"

Nü Xiao hurriedly called him to stop and apologized with a smile: "Helian Wujiang lord is discussing the law before my family's Maha seat, why not go together?"

As soon as this was said, Helian Helian Wumeng frowned, not knowing what idea the other party was playing, and said coldly:

"Oh?"

Nü Xiao smiled:

"Don't look at this array as solid, as if it would take a lot of effort to conquer it. The solar Daoist lineage is about to retreat! The Great Yuanguang Hidden Mountain will soon be ours!"

The dark clouds on the north shore were heavy, and streams of light were returning from the north, breaking through one layer of brilliance after another in the air, appearing extremely gorgeous, and soon falling nearby.

"Clan brother!"

A man in black long robes was waiting in the wind, full of golden Qi, handsome, one hand gently patting the sword hilt. A woman on the side was dressed gorgeously, quite beautiful, and looked over with a smile.

The man he called clan brother appeared honest and simple, much older, and hurried back to his side, set off by a tall young man, making his temperament even heavier, but his face was slightly pale. At this moment, he looked back and sighed: "Li Zhouluo is back..."

"I was already in the Mount Qingchi realm and rushed over after receiving news that there were demonic cultivators on the north shore... I didn't expect the family to have solved it early, adding a great happy event. Congratulations on your triumphant return, clan brother..."

Li Li Zhouluo had been waiting near the lake. When the demonic cultivators on the north shore arrived, the family sent a distress signal. It just so happened that his wife had come out of seclusion, so he brought his wife Pang Pang Yunqing to rush over, both to support the family with extra help and to see the family.

The smile on his face was sincere, without a bit of jealousy. Li Li Zhouwei breaking through to the Early Zifu so quickly and his family becoming an immortal clan with two Early Zifu cultivators was the best happy event for him and his descendants, not to mention that it was his own brother who became a Early Zifu cultivator.

But he was full of joy, thinking it was the best thing, but the man before him had no joy at all. Just hearing this congratulation, Li Li Zhoufang smiled reluctantly, full of hope, and asked: "Have you seen Uncle return... I asked several times, but never saw an answer... Why not ask the True Person..."

The words naturally referred to Li Cheng. As for the True Person, it was naturally not Li Li Ximing, who had not appeared to this day, but Li Li Zhouwei, who was cultivating in the lake.

Since the Mount Qingdu Mountain incident, although Li Li Zhouluo had always been smiling on the surface, he had no good impression of Li Cheng in his heart. But no matter what, such a major event made him slightly stunned: "Uncle didn't return with you? The True Person doesn't know where he is, so it's not convenient to disturb him..."

Although he didn't understand the specific arrangements and didn't know that Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi was with them and had already lost contact, his first reaction was that he didn't want to disturb Li Li Zhouwei. Hearing Chen Yang on the side sweating secretly, he hurriedly stepped forward and comforted in a low voice: "Although there is no news, the True Person should have made arrangements early..."

Li Li Zhoufang had been worried for so long and could no longer control his emotions. He just covered his face and wept, saying sadly: "You only say nice things. I asked but couldn't see the True Person. At this moment, Uncle doesn't know where he fell; how can he have any vitality! Except for Aunt, Uncle has no brothers to worry about. The elders are all on the lake. If we juniors don't ask more, how many people in this mountain still remember him!"

As soon as this was said, Li Li Zhouluo lowered his head in silence, hiding his hands in his sleeves. Pang Pang Yunqing in green robes immediately raised her eyebrows to look at him. The atmosphere was silent for a while. Fortunately, a purple electric light fell in the sky, muffled thunder rolled, and a sturdy man stepped down on thunder. It was Li Zhouda.

He had obtained Li Cheng's inheritance and was slightly affected this time, but not only was he not hurt, he had made quite a few achievements in the great battle. At this moment, he was in high spirits and bowed: "Fellow brothers! The Purple Smoke cultivators have escorted us here, and the northern cultivators are eyeing us covetously. Please return to the lake quickly to prevent any major events..."

Characters appearing in this chapter

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Helian Helian Wumeng 【Early Zifu Early Stage】

Nü ○ Xiao 【Eyed Lianmin】

Li Li Chengpan 【Qi Refining Level 6】

Li Cheng 【Qi Refining Level 4】

Li Li Zhouluo "Golden Beast Feather" 【Foundation Establishment Early Stage】

Li Zhouda "Profound Thunder Bo" 【Foundation Establishment Early Stage】

Li Li Zhoufang 【Qi Refining Level 7】 【Bo lineage direct descendant】