From a family fisherman to a water immortal

"Greetings, patriarch!"

In the Changqing Hall, Li Quanqing stood at the top, looking down at the respectful elders of the Li family below, and his mood was not too excited.

His status and position in the Li family had long been the top, and now he just took over the position legitimately.

In fact, he didn't really want to be the patriarch, but now the Qingyu Li family seemed a little decadent, so he had to do this.

"In the future, I will lead the development of the family. Elders, please."

Li Quanqing bowed slightly, and the Bi Chaozhu behind him slowly rose, the rays of light fell, and a majestic pressure swept across the hall, and everyone couldn't help but bow down.

He couldn't help but think of the joy when he was just established as an elder of the family.

Even if he climbed to the pinnacle of power now, he no longer had that state of mind.

The power of time is really incredible. It makes the boy grow into a towering tree, and at the same time it also erases many things.

The old patriarch Li Zongyao stood behind him, watching this scene with great relief.

With such an excellent successor, he can finally sit in peace and turn to Shintoism, becoming another behind-the-scenes god of the Li family.

The Shinto magic weapon chosen by Li Zongyao is his original life spirit weapon "Bi Chao Ding", which is a spiritual weapon recorded in the Bi Hai Chao Sheng Gong.

He has been refining Bi Chao Ding for nearly two hundred years. It can be said that it has already carried his own avenue. It is most appropriate to transform it into the foundation of Xiang Huo Shen Dao at this time.

The big tripod is square and presents a blue color like the vast ocean.

The dragon pattern is entangled on the tripod feet, and the belly of the tripod is engraved with the ups and downs of the ocean and the surging blue tide, which looks quite majestic.

Li Quanqing just engraved a series of divine patterns on the surface of the spiritual tripod as a medium for the Xiang Huo God to attach, and this Shinto magic weapon was successfully refined.

Li Zongyao held on for another month, and after personally teaching Li Quanqing to be fully familiar with the Li clan leader, he sat in the flesh on his own.

Of course, he did not die, but was ready to use the power of the altar to turn to the incense and fire spirit like Li Zongzhuo.

It was still in the Sutra Library, but the host of the altar renovation this time was Li Zongzhuo.

After this period of sleep, he finally stabilized his own divine imprint, mastered the powerful and surging divine power, and stabilized his cultivation in the late stage of foundation building.

Li Zongyao's body sat cross-legged at the top of the guitar class, with a large sea-blue tripod standing in front of him, and the tablets of Li's ancestors piled up around him.

One after another, the power of incense bloomed from these tablets, turning into flames and rays of light, gradually converging into a light golden figure in the air.

"After this renovation, the incense accumulated by the family for thousands of years has really been consumed."

Li Zongzhuo, wearing a divine robe, spoke lightly. The tablets scattered around were much less than his last time, and they looked a little scattered.

"I will ask the clan members to go out and buy these antiques that may contain incense, to ensure that the family will breed a sufficient number of gods in the future."

Li Quanqing spoke, now that he was the patriarch, he also emerged with a sense of majesty.

According to Li Zongzhuo, although the incense from outside can be refined, it will cause great loss, and only about 1% of it can be absorbed.

Only by ensuring that the object of offering and sacrifice is the god itself can it be fully refined and used, and transformed into one's own original divine power.

In the air, the light golden glow surged, and finally turned into Li Zongyao's face again, wearing a long robe, shrouded in the morning light, sacred and inviolable.

An astonishing pressure bloomed, that is a life level above mortals, even cultivators feel pressure.

"Middle stage of foundation building..."

Li Quanqing glanced and immediately realized the old patriarch's cultivation at this time.

The incense this time was scarce, and he could maintain such a cultivation, thanks to his powerful soul, which was originally at the foundation building level, much stronger than Li Zongzhuo that day.

"This is the feeling of a god, without flesh and blood, but just as real, a bit like a soul leaving the body."

Li Zongyao opened his eyes, golden light bloomed in his pupils, the rich smell of incense lingered around his body, and his robe rustled.

He felt as if he had endless power in his body, much stronger than his old body, and his vitality was flourishing, as if he would never age.

Of course, this was just his illusion.

When the incense power is exhausted, the gods will also fall into a long sleep, and even the true spirit will be exhausted in the passage of time.

"Brother Yao, you have just successfully changed your cultivation. It is best to sleep for a while to stabilize the mark of the god in your body to prevent the true spirit from being unstable."

Beside him, Li Zongzhuo reminded him, holding a green jade array disc in his hand, engraved with various array patterns.

Li Zongyao nodded. After the initial excitement, he did feel a burst of fatigue.

His figure flashed, and he got into the big cauldron in front of him, shining brightly, and turned into a divine fetus sleeping in it.

Then, the Bichao Ding flew into the air, spun around, and turned into the size of a palm, held in Li Quanqing's hand.

"I will hold a memorial ceremony for the old patriarch, and collect enough incense and faith to help him recover his cultivation in the late stage of foundation building as soon as possible."

Everyone heard this, and no one objected.

On this day, it was extremely rare, and a drizzle fell in the Qingyu Cave Heaven, the mist was hazy, and the sky was gloomy.

Above the clouds, two green-horned fish dragons tried their best to circulate water vapor, and summoned the wind and rain, bringing down this continuous drizzle.

Starting from Yulongtan, white banners were hung high, stretching across the entire clan land. The clan members who came to pay tribute were almost endless, and they were all dressed in white.

“Sacrifice!!”

In front of the solemn and solemn coffin, the Bichao Cauldron stood, accepting the devout worship of the tribesmen. Thick incense sticks burned, and the green smoke curled up, all drilling into the depths of the cauldron to nourish the fetus.

A correct version in 16191 book and 1 forum!

From a certain angle, everyone was sacrificing to this cauldron, not the body of the old patriarch himself.

Li Quanqing was also wearing a white silk and standing next to him. The atmosphere was silent and sad, and many tribesmen were secretly sobbing.

Obviously, the old patriarch had a high reputation, and everyone loved him spontaneously and was unwilling to accept the fact that he had passed away.

It was also this sad emotion that made the incense and faith from the sacrifice more pure, and it could be easily refined by the gods.

“Quanqing, Li Quangeng came from the sect and is standing outside the cave. Should we let him in?”

Li Quanmo quietly walked forward, his lips moving, and the voice was transmitted in secret.

"Let him in."

Li Quanqing sighed. After all, the old patriarch was not really dead, so it was not a real break.

After only a few months of not seeing each other, Li Quangeng looked more and more haggard, with a thin face and withered long hair, just like a rusty long sword.

He was taciturn and said nothing. He just took the incense, candles and paper money silently and worshiped there, his eyes red.

"Is there any news about Zhou Caiwei?"

Li Quanqing came to him and asked softly. If there was a chance, he would definitely not let go of this old monster who was suspected of possessing a body.

Li Quangeng shook his head and was unwilling to dwell on this topic too much.

Or he still couldn't believe that his wife, who had lived together day and night and loved him, would betray him and kill his most respected elder.

It can only be said that when Zhou Caiwei first contacted him, she had bad intentions and wanted to take away the magic power cultivated by the Bi Hai Chao Sheng Gong.

"The man has passed away, riding a crane to the west, life and death are endless, reincarnation and rebirth!"

"Sacrifice!!"

At the last moment, led by Li Quanqing, all the great cultivators of the Li family stood there with solemn faces and worshiped sincerely.

The power of the incense provided by the cultivators of the foundation building was extremely large and amazing, like a long rainbow piercing the sky, and all of it was immersed in the big cauldron.

Under the nourishment of this rich divine power, Li Zongyao's cultivation level steadily grew forward, and finally recovered the strength of the late foundation building period.

In fact, this is not the limit of the old patriarch.

After all, his own soul was not damaged, and it complemented the divine mark, but slowly moved towards the state of great perfection of foundation building.

After the sacrifice was over, the body was still frozen, the coffin was buried deep in the forbidden area of ​​the clan, and a tablet was invited into the ancestral temple.

Li Quanqing held the Bichao Ding in his hand, and noticed the growing divine fetus in it, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Although the Li family's strength seems to be somewhat weakened in the eyes of the outside world, in fact, they are just dormant, like a hidden dragon in the abyss.

Just waiting to soar into the sky!