Family Immortal Cultivation: Li Clan

Looking at the Phoenix True Spirit that was about to be condensed and formed in the sky, Ji Chunqiu bit his silver teeth and entered several magic formulas into the Chunqiu Pen.

The Chunqiu pen trembled, and immediately burst into brilliant light, and the runes on the pen began to fall off.

"It turns out it was sealed!"

Li Changsheng muttered to himself when he saw this, and then he realized that the Spring and Autumn Pen was sealed.

"Buzz!"

The Chunqiu pen trembled, and then a vast force was released, and a large piece of white air rose into the sky.

"Tongtian Lingbao, awe-inspiring energy!"

Li Changsheng and Ye Ruxuan looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

"Boom!"

A huge aura of awe rose into the sky from the tip of the pen, turning into substantial white smoke, floating between heaven and earth. The monsters on the island suddenly became quiet, as if their souls had been purified.

"Bah!"

A cry attracted the attention of several people. Li Changsheng looked towards the direction of Wu Ji and the others, and happened to see a golden phoenix spreading its wings and flying high, and a huge will enveloped several people.

At this moment, another huge aura came, and a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian robe and a silk scarf appeared in the aura.

The man in Confucian robes looks very gentle, but his eyes are like stars, giving people a sense of mystery.

"This is……?"

Li Changsheng became more and more surprised.

Xue Qiulian immediately explained: "Ji Chunqiu came to Jinglin Academy and broke through the golden elixir to trigger the vision of a saint, thus receiving the inheritance from the first generation master of Jinglin Academy."

"This is the painting sage Zhang Shengru!"

Li Changsheng looked surprised.

Zhang Shengru was a figure from ancient times. He followed Chu Tianxiong and single-handedly founded the Chu Dynasty. In recognition of his merits, Chu Tianxiong named him a painting saint and appointed him as the first president of Jinglin Academy.

In Zhongzhou Continent, there are only three people who are most famous. One of them is Chu Tianxiong, the founder of the Chu Dynasty, and the other is the painting sage Zhang Shengru.

The other one is Lord Tianlang of the Demon Clan. These three people have already left the Canghai Realm, and now they don’t know whether they are dead or alive.

"Bah!"

The Phoenix True Spirit flapped its huge wings, and a large golden flame flew across the sky and the earth.

As soon as the flames appeared, a harsh explosion sounded in the air, and the space was burned and distorted. The fire-attribute spiritual energy on Wufeng Island gathered one after another, and the temperature on the island suddenly rose.

"Quickly retreat!"

Li Changsheng and everyone retreated to the sky above the sea. This temperature was too terrifying.

Zhang Shengru's expression did not change, and he splashed ink with the Spring and Autumn Brush in his hand. His awe-inspiring aura danced with the Spring and Autumn Brush, forming a huge handwriting that shot straight into the sky.

"The awe-inspiring Tao and Qi will last forever, and the spirits of all things and the power of heaven and earth will all return to me."

As Zhang Shengru sang, vast air currents continued to flow towards him, and his figure became illusory and solemn.

"Crash..."

The aura of awe-inspiring energy collided with the golden flames, and a loud sound shook the sky. Wufeng Island continued to tremble, as if it was about to collapse.

"Boom!"

A huge ripple swept across all directions, setting off a huge wave of 10,000 meters high. The sky and the earth were completely white, and nothing could be seen clearly.

When the white mist dissipated, Wufeng Island was in a mess. Zhang Shengru and Phoenix True Spirit had all disappeared. Wuji and the other three fell aside, as angry as a thread.

Ji Chunqiu was even more miserable. Blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and he fell among the rocks. He was unconscious and didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, Fellow Daoist Ji..."

Xue Qiulian shouted repeatedly, and her spiritual consciousness penetrated his body and found that his meridians were withered, his magic power was exhausted, and his physical body had suffered huge damage.

"This is the Baicao Yidan that I refined. You give it to him first, and then I'll kill those three beasts."

Li Changsheng took out a jade bottle and threw it to Xue Qiulian. Before he could take action, a sharp cry sounded not far away.

"No, Wu Xia is back, hurry up!"

Li Changsheng's expression changed drastically. He saw a black shadow flying high in the distance at high speed, and quickly took out his flying boat and took everyone away.

For a moment, Wu Xia saw the miserable scene on the island and couldn't help but let out an angry roar. Her eyes were full of murderous intent and she chased Li Changsheng and the others.

"What happened now, Wu Xia went crazy!"

Li Changsheng had already raised the speed of the flying boat to the fastest speed, but Wu Xia behind him was obviously faster. Murderous intent came out of his eyes, and he wanted to tear them into pieces.

"Leave me alone!"

A sharp claw grasped the sky, and with terrifying pressure, it instantly enveloped the flying boat in front of it.

"Boom!"

The flying boat exploded directly in the air, and several spiritual lights fled in all directions.

Wu Xia took a look, stretched out her body, and instantly came behind Li Changsheng and grabbed the two of them with her huge sharp claws.

Seeing that he could not escape, Li Changsheng waved his sleeves and the Five Thunder Cauldron flew out.

"Bang!"

The thunder tripod hit Wu Xia's sharp claws, making a dull sound, and streaks of lightning shot out from the thunder tripod.

"ah!"

A scream came, black smoke came out of Wuxia's claws, and her body paused slightly.

"kill!"

Li Changsheng shouted loudly, and his whole body of mana rioted, pouring into the Five Thunder Cauldron.

"Buzzing..."

The Five Thunder Cauldron roared, the thunder continued, bursts of strong thunder echoed in the sky and the earth, a thick layer of thunderclouds appeared out of thin air, blocking the sunlight in the sky, and thunder struck towards Wuxia .

A flash of disdain flashed across Wuxia's eyes. With a hiss, the feathers on her body stretched out suddenly, turning into thousands of sharp swords, slashing down at the thundercloud.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The thundercloud shook violently and exploded in an instant. Li Changsheng was blown away by the air wave. His face turned pale and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At this moment, a rapid sound of the piano resounded through the world. Ye Ruxuan played the piano with both hands, and sound waves vibrated the space, forming a large net that covered Wuxia.

"A trifle."

Wuxia sneered, flapped her huge wings, and condensed a black storm behind her, knocking Ye Ruxuan away. At the same time, she opened her mouth and spit out a black flame, which turned into a black arrow and pierced the sound wave net.

"Puff puff puff..."

Ye Ruxuan vomited blood, her body rolled over and over, her chest was charred black, her face turned pale, and her breath became very weak.

"Dang!"

A huge bell sounded, and the Soul-shaking Bell appeared in the air. Circles of bell waves spread out, and Wuxia couldn't help but let out a shrill hiss, feeling as if her sea of ​​consciousness was about to explode.

Li Changsheng and Ye Ruxuan looked at each other and immediately rushed forward.

"Roar!"

Two huge dragon roars resounded, Wuxia's face twisted, her wings stood upside down, and she let out another shrill scream, her figure flying wildly in the air.

Li Changsheng saw this opportunity, pinched the magic formula, and a black spear filled with murderous aura appeared instantly.

"Kill!"

Li Changsheng swept out with a spear, and the black spear light was like a silk thread, tearing the sky, stirring the void into pieces, and slashing down towards Wuxia.

Wuxia felt a huge crisis, and kept hissing in her mouth, and the golden feathers on her head suddenly shot out golden flames.

"Chiu!"

A loud and long whistle echoed in the sky, and the golden flame turned into a golden knife to meet the black spear.

"Boom!"

A wave of air exploded, the spear shattered, and Li Changsheng could not help but retreat hundreds of steps. The hand holding the Soul Devouring Spear was charred and blood flowed out.

Another loud noise was heard, Wuxia spread its wings and flew straight into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"It's not dead yet!"

"Ahem!"

Li Changsheng's face was pale. He didn't expect that Wuxia could already condense the Phoenix True Fire.

"Husband, let's go find Fairy Xue and the others first!"

"Let's go!"

The two of them drove the escape light and immediately chased in the direction of Xue Qiulian. Li Yunxiao and Li Xuangang stayed with her.