Family Immortal Cultivation: Li Clan

Yaksha Clan, a mountain that towers into the clouds.

In a small courtyard, the great elder of the Yaksha clan and the clan leader Ye Kong were sitting opposite each other, both of them looking solemn.

Nowadays, rumors of the death of Mahayana of the Yaksha Clan are spreading in the endless sea, which causes everyone in the Yaksha Clan to panic.

"Is the human race testing us, or does it want to provoke a fight between us and the Yan clan?"

Ye Mei said solemnly.

"This will happen sooner or later. If our ancestor has not shown up for many years, anyone will be suspicious."

Ye Mei also looked worried.

"Hmph, we will be blocked by soldiers and covered by water and earth. With our family's heritage, we should not be afraid of any powerful enemy."

Yezora said confidently.

"Send a letter to Zixiao Sect later and say..."

"Clan leader, this..."

"There are no eternal friends and no eternal enemies. I am also very interested in the ancient world of Void."

Ye Zong said with a mysterious look.

"yes!"

…

Yan clan.

In a simple stone pavilion, Yan Tian was reporting something to an old man.

The old man looks to be in his seventies or eighties, with rosy skin and no white beard. His fiery red hair hangs naturally on the back of his head, and his eyes are calm.

This person is Yan Jue, a Mahayana monk from the Yan clan, a powerful person in the second Mahayana.

"Don't pay attention. If they want to fight, we will just accompany them. Once the great elder succeeds in breaking through, nothing will be a problem."

"yes!"

Yan Tian agreed wholeheartedly.

The great elder of the Yan Clan has been in seclusion for many years. As long as there is a breakthrough, the Yan Clan will have two Mahayana people. By then, it is not impossible to subdue the Yaksha Clan and unify all the foreign races.

…

The Wuji Palace is a steep and winding mountain that reaches into the sky, like a giant sword thrust into the ground.

Seven or eight fused monks stood on the top of the mountain, looking at a thundercloud hundreds of miles away. Everyone was nervous.

Under the thunderclouds, there was ruins and thick smoke billowing.

Wujizi, the master of Wuji Palace, sat cross-legged on a boulder that was as tall as a person, with a huge white light curtain surrounding him.

He is going through eight or nine heavenly tribulations, and there is still one last round of thunder tribulation left. As long as he survives it, he can advance to the Mahayana.

The thunder was rolling, and the thunder clouds kept rolling. After a while, a red light appeared in the thunder clouds, followed by orange light, yellow light... After less than half a quarter of an hour, the thunder clouds were rendered into eight colors.

"Eight Color Divine Thunder!"

Bai Xiao, the great elder of Wuji Palace, exclaimed, his voice trembling.

The eight-colored light shone on everyone's faces, making everyone look pale.

Wujizi, who was under the thunder clouds, was sweating coldly. He squeezed the magic formula and a black light bloomed on his body.

When the glow dissipated, a pair of black and white armor suddenly appeared on his body.

Then he took out a yellow jade bottle again, pinched the magic formula, and the jade bottle projected a yellow ripple to protect it.

"Boom!"

The sound of thunder was deafening, and the aura of destruction filled the entire Wuji Palace. All the disciples were nervous.

As the lightning flashed, an eight-color thunder pillar with a thick mouth fell from the sky and instantly hit the white light curtain.

"Crack!"

The white light curtain shook violently, and a second eight-color thunder followed closely behind. With a bang, the white light curtain exploded instantly.

The third thunderbolt landed on the yellow ripples, and the ripples fluctuated violently.

"Crack!"

The fourth lightning struck immediately, but was still resolved by yellow ripples, and the yellow jade bottle cracked a gap.

"Bang!"

When the fifth thunderbolt fell, the yellow jade bottle finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed completely.

At this time, Wujizi's face was extremely pale, his clothes were soaked, and his mouth was bleeding.

"Boom!"

The sixth thunder transformed into an eight-color giant python, roared, and rushed towards Wujizi. Looking at the extremely ferocious snake, Wujizi's eyes shrank, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

However, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and face it. He stabbed out with a silver-white halberd and hit the eight-colored giant python hard.

"Pfft!"

The silver-white halberd instantly pierced the eight-color giant python's eyebrows, and the giant python exploded, turning into a large eight-color arc and rushing towards Wujizi.

"Ah~"

Wujizi screamed, blood spurted out wildly, and the stone platform under his feet had completely turned into powder.

"Boom!"

At this moment, another burst of muffled noises echoed across the sky, lightning flashed and thunder struck, and a thick eight-color thunder spear struck down.

The eight-color thunder spear pierced the sky, and wherever it passed, the void tore open, and a dark crack appeared.

"Boom!"

The ground shook, tens of thousands of feet in radius were razed to the ground, dust and smoke filled the sky, and thunderstorms raged.

The thundercloud rolled violently and slowly dissipated.

"Palace Master!"

Bai Xiao cried out sadly and arrived at the place of overcoming the tribulation in an instant, followed by other elders.

Looking around, the mountaintops with a radius of hundreds of miles turned into scorched earth, and they could no longer feel Wujizi's breath. Only a few broken pieces of black and white armor were scattered on the ground.

"Heaven will destroy my Wuji Palace!"

Bai Xiao looked up to the sky and sighed, his face full of unwillingness.

Wuji Palace received a breath of creation in the lower realm, which gave Wujizi a chance to break through the Mahayana.

For this purpose, two eighth-level formations, three seventh-level defensive talismans, and two high-grade defensive heavenly treasures were spent. Such a huge price was in vain in the end.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the palace master would actually attract the eight-color divine thunder."

Some elders sighed helplessly and lamented endlessly.

Wujizi was still three thunder tribulations away from surviving, and finally died under the seventh thunder tribulation.

"Warning to the disciples, don't spread the word before the death of the Palace Master. Everyone should disperse!"

Bai Xiao opened his mouth and gave instructions.

"yes!"

All the elders said their goodbyes and left.

Wujizi had already passed on the position of palace master to Bai Xiao before he passed through the tribulation. Regardless of success or failure, it was only natural for Bai Xiao to succeed as palace master.

…

Qingyun Peak, a certain secret room.

Li Changsheng sat cross-legged on a golden futon. He closed his eyes tightly, and a layer of dirt seeped out along his skin, looking a little disgusting.

"break!"

With a squeeze of Li Changsheng's magic technique, his whole body suddenly emitted a dazzling golden glow, and a wave of air swept across all directions.

Rumble…

The entire secret room shook violently, as if it was about to collapse.

"Phew, mid-stage integration!"

Li Changsheng took a breath and felt the surge of magic power in his body, his eyes were extremely excited.

It has been seven hundred years since he broke through and merged, and he had accumulated most of his mana. After taking a wisp of chaos energy, he accelerated the process of breaking through.

Not only that, the energy of chaos also transformed his physical body, and his meridians more than doubled.

"It seems that I am not far from Mahayana."

Li Changsheng's eyes revealed deep expectations. He also had a Twenty-Four Bridges of Bright Moon Night. As long as he advanced to the late stage of integration, he would be able to achieve the perfection of the integration.

He changed his clothes, then opened the secret room and walked out.