Family Immortal Cultivation: Li Clan

Spring goes and autumn comes, and three hundred years have passed quickly.

During these three hundred years, the lower world has experienced six earthquakes, so many natural treasures, secret realms, ancient monks' caves, etc. have appeared.

The territory of the Li family has expanded to tens of billions of miles, which is equivalent to dozens of lower interfaces.

In fact, it is not very accurate to say this, because some interfaces are large, some are small, and there is no unified standard.

Moreover, in the process of interface fusion, many interfaces are completely reduced in the process of fusion.

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The Baiyun Mountains stretch for millions of miles, and the sky above the mountains is covered with thick clouds like ink. From a distance, it seems to be wrapped in thick lead-gray cotton candy.

Occasionally, a long rainbow shadow can be seen passing through the clouds, which is the escape light.

In the rolling clouds, a huge palace can be vaguely seen standing in it, like a sleeping dragon crawling on the ground, silent.

This is one of the defense lines of the Li family, and there are ten gods guarding here.

At this moment, on a peak of ten thousand feet, two figures were standing side by side on the clouds, looking at the sky leisurely.

They both had their hands behind their backs, their eyes were calm and indifferent.

"Nine is the number of extremes. According to the speculation of the upper realm, there should be one last vibration, and all interfaces will be completely and thoroughly integrated."

The person who spoke was Yun Ting. He changed to practice the Purple Lightning Thunder Emperor Sutra, and now he has broken through the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, and is one of the leaders of the Baiyun Mountains.

The person opposite him is a middle-aged man, dressed in white, with a gentle and elegant temperament, but there is a murderous intention between his eyebrows.

Lin Xuanzhen, in the late stage of the transformation of the spirit, is also the leader of the Baiyun Mountains, and his status is equal to Yun Ting.

After three hundred years of fighting, the Li family has subdued many powerful transformation of the spirit cultivators, and Lin Xuanzhen is one of them.

He was originally a top transformation of the spirit in a realm, but in the end he was defeated by the siege of many transformation of the Li family.

Lin Xuanzhen is a gold spiritual root cultivator. The Li family urgently needs such a strong man in the lower world. After a lot of coercion and inducement, Lin Xuanzhen joined the Li family, and he didn't want to die.

"I really hope this moment will come soon!"

Lin Xuanzhen sighed slightly.

"Why, do you want to ascend?"

Yun Ting looked at him with a smile.

The main reason why Lin Xuanzhen was able to join the Li family was because of the Li family's spiritual platform. Not only him, but many gods are like this.

"I dream about it!"

Lin Xuanzhen said sincerely.

The war in the lower world is too dangerous, and there is a crisis of falling at any time. Lin Xuanzhen urgently hopes that all this will stop as soon as possible.

Although he has already met the conditions for ascension, the war in the lower world has not stopped, and no one can ascend.

"This time should not be too late!"

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Spirit world, Xuangui Island.

In the past three hundred years, the spirit world has been calm, and the alien races have not made any moves, as if they have devoted all their minds to the lower world.

It is worth mentioning that seven cultivators of the Refining Void Stage have appeared in the Li family, namely Bai Zhiqing, Li Shiwen, Li Xuanzong, Huo Shuixian, Wan Hongxia, Sun Yujiao, and Sun Yuyan.

Li Xuanzong has a water spirit root, and Li Changsheng still does not want to waste his talent.

Although he has broken through the Refining Void Stage, the punishment still continues, and he must stay in the Tianlei Canyon for a thousand years.

Qingyun Peak, a secret room.

Li Changsheng sat cross-legged on a red cushion, and in front of him was a red alchemy furnace.

I saw his fingertips constantly turning, and a series of mysterious alchemy formulas were constantly hitting the alchemy furnace.

About half an hour later, a strange alchemy fragrance came from the alchemy furnace and gradually spread out.

He did not dare to be careless, and kept pinching the formula in his hands. As time passed, the alchemy fragrance became stronger and stronger.

The formula in his hand stopped instantly, and he slapped the furnace wall with one palm, and the furnace cover was opened.