Chapter 117 Finally meeting Mr. Li (please subscribe)
Thousands of miles away.
There is a deep cave, and the entrance and exit of the cave are blocked by a huge stone.
In the cave, there was an old man with white hair and a face as pale as snow, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.
The storage bag hanging on the old man's waist suddenly flashed with a spiritual light at this time. He also opened his eyes, patted the storage bag on his waist, and called out a piece of paper with small words written on it. Talisman.
The characters written on this talisman are exactly the dozen small characters written by Chen Dong, the foundation-building monk of Bailing Gate stationed in Huaishuifang City.
"The faces of those five people are correct. They all left Huaishuifang City."
The white-haired old man looked at the words written on the talisman in his hand, and his expression suddenly lit up. Shangya also raised his head with a charming smile.
"I have finally waited for this day. Four years ago, I destroyed my magical weapon and killed hundreds of my family members. I will definitely let you, the dog family, return it."
The white-haired old man stood up and waved his hand to shoot a stream of spiritual power at the boulder blocking the cave.
"Boom."
The huge stone turned into countless rubbles under the bombardment of spiritual power.
In the deep cave, a light shone.
The white-haired old man walked out of the cave and looked several miles away at a small town built by mortals.
“Yunwu Wenshi!” The white-haired old man’s eyes flashed scarlet and he gritted his teeth.
This white-haired old man was none other than "Old Demon Li" who was injured by the foundation-building monks from the five major families in Huaishui County.
In that battle, he was seriously injured because his natal magic weapon, the Thousand Demon Banner, was destroyed, and his strength was out of ten.
If his strength had not been greatly reduced, he would not have been hiding and afraid to show up.
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Demon Li turned into a blood-red light and shadow, fled down the barren mountain, and headed straight for the ordinary town a few miles away.
Within only a few dozen breaths, he rushed outside the small town.
Before he entered the town, he stopped and waved his hand, and hundreds of blood-red swords appeared out of thin air.
“Go.”
A hundred blood-red swords turned into blood-red light and shadow, quickly flew into the town, and passed through the body of a mortal.
When the mortals in the town saw the immortals making trouble, they panicked and fled in all directions.
Among the fleeing crowd, a strong man wearing a Chinese robe took out a jade tablet from his arms and crushed it into pieces while escaping.
The crushed jade tablet fragments had a flash of inspiration and sent out a wave of spiritual power.
Old Mo Li, who was controlling hundreds of blood-red swords to commit crimes outside the town, was slightly aware of these small changes, but he smiled jokingly.
Not long after, a Wen clan member in the late stage of Qi training who was stationed in the spiritual vein near the town received a request for help from the village chief of the town and came quickly riding a roc.
But before he got close to the town, two small blood-red swords appeared out of thin air, piercing his head and the head of the bird he was sitting on.
The monk who was in the late stage of Wen's qi training and the Pengniao under him also lost their lives in an instant and fell from high altitude to the ground.
A few breaths later, Old Demon Li appeared next to the body of Yipeng, opened his mouth and spat out a small flag covered with skull patterns.
As soon as the small banner came out of the outside world, it quickly grew in size.
Old Demon Li held a long flag and waved it gently, and two transparent phantoms floated out of the corpses of the Wen monk and the Pengniao. The two phantoms had soulless eyes, and They looked the same in front of them.
This transparent shadow is their soul.
As soon as the soul left the body, it was sucked into the flag by the suction force of the long flag.
After putting these two souls away, Mr. Li quickly escaped into the small town filled with corpses and blood.
He waved the long flag in his hand again, and the souls from the thousands of mortal corpses in the town suddenly sprang out and were sucked into the long flag.
After inhaling the souls of thousands of mortals, the flickering blood-red spirit patterns of the long flag in Old Mo Li's hand became brighter.
Zhang Laomo looked slightly happy when he saw the changes in the long flag in his hand. "If I am absorbing hundreds of thousands of mortals, this newly refined Thousand Ghost Flag will definitely be able to restore the power of my original Thousand Ghost Flag."
Sighing to himself, he also put the magic flag in his hand into his mouth.
Then he made a secret with both hands, condensing a blood-red seal.
Once this seal was completed, it turned into a huge blood-red vortex over the town.
Once the blood-red vortex is completed, it emits infinite suction, but this suction is only effective on the mortal corpses in the town.
After thousands of mortal corpses were sucked into the blood-red vortex, they were instantly chopped into countless pieces of flesh.
This flesh and blood was purified by the vortex, and it took half a stick of incense to turn into a blood-red elixir no bigger than a finger.
After the elixir was completed, the blood-red vortex was removed by Old Demon Li.
Old Demon Li waved his hand and swallowed the blood-red elixir into his belly.
In the blink of an eye, Old Mo Li's face, as pale as snow, turned rosy.
He took out a map, identified another nearby mortal village, and rushed away.
Yunwu Mountain.
Wen Ruofei, the elder of the Wen family who was stationed in the mountain, noticed something strange in the storage bag on his waist.
He patted the storage bag on his waist and pulled out broken jade tablets. On the jade tablets, the word "Ruo Shi" was engraved on them.
"Thirteenth brother is dead?" Seeing the jade token broken, the expression of the great elder Wen Ruofei changed drastically.
This jade tablet is the life card of Wen Ruoshi, the thirteenth member of the Wen clan. Within this life card, there is a trace of Wen Ruoshi's consciousness. If the life card is broken, it means that Wen Ruoshi will die. .
Wen Ruofei didn't have time to feel sad about the death of his clan members, so he immediately took out a token from his storage bag and held it tightly in his hand. After waiting for about half an hour, another clan member stationed in a low-level spiritual mountain in the outside world died in his storage bag. Immediately, I was sure and guessed in my mind.
"It must be that old devil Li who has come for revenge."
The next moment, Wen Ruofei crushed the token in his hand.
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At the same time.
Two or three thousand miles away, on a barren mountain in the center of Huaishui County, Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, who had left Huaishuifang City, were sitting cross-legged here.
In front of the two people, there were five tokens that were exactly the same as the one Wen Ruofei, the elder of the Wen family, crushed just now.
These five tokens are the mother tokens among the sub-tokens. The sub-tokens are stationed in the hands of the five major families in Huaishui County and are in the hands of the elders of each clan. Only in a short period of time, each of them The monks stationed outside the clan must die too many times in a short period of time before they can crush the sub-cards and ask for help.
This move was precisely to prevent Old Mo Li from taking advantage of the foundation-building monks from the five families in Huaishui County to respond to Bailingmen's call and leave their clan to cause trouble.
At the same time, if Mr. Li is causing trouble during this period, the approximate location of Mr. Li can also be known through the families asking for help.
"Crack."
At this moment, among the five tokens floating in the void, the one with the word Wen engraved on it suddenly shattered.
The sudden movement of the broken token alarmed Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, who were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed.
Ling Yunhong saw a broken token. He glanced at it and found that it was not his own, and his worry suddenly dropped.
He looked slightly happy and said.
"Sure enough, Old Demon Li came out to commit murder while we were trapped in the Bailing Sect. We must eliminate this trouble this time, otherwise we will not be able to live in peace in the future."
Luo Minghui on the side agreed.
"Not bad."
After saying this, Luo Minghui waved a yellow flying boat, calling Ling Yunhong up to the flying boat mountain, and flew towards the Yunwu Wen clan's territory, turning into a yellow light and shadow. And go.
(End of this chapter)