Family cultivation: a psychic mirror at the beginning

"Who broke the formation?"

The ancestral land of the Wang family, a martial arts training ground.

Wang Lilong, who was wearing a smart outfit and teaching the cultivation of his family's spiritual roots, could not help but frown when he heard the movement from in front of the mountain gate.

"I don't know, Xu Xianshi and others have brought people to check!"

A Wang family cultivator came to Wang Lilong and said in a deep voice.

"To be able to break through my Wang family's mountain-protecting formation, the one who comes is not simple. I'm afraid, with Master Xu, they may not be able to stop the one who comes!"

Wang Lilong looked in the direction in front of the mountain gate, frowning.

The mountain-protecting formation in the family's ancestral land can withstand a full blow from a fourth-level qi-training immortal cultivator.

However, when he saw movement just now, the person who came actually broke the magic circle of his Wang family's ancestral land with one blow.

Obviously, the opponent's strength is far above the fourth level of Qi training.

"Pass my order to summon all the immortal cultivators in the ancestral land to assist Master Xu and the others.

In addition, send people to Jingxin Lake to inform Patriarch Qinglin! "

After regaining consciousness, Wang Lilong decisively issued a series of orders.

"Follow it."

This Wang family member accepted the order, flashed, and quickly disappeared.

As Wang Lilong's order was passed down, the Wang family cultivators in the Wang family's ancestral land who got the news, whether they were practicing, trying to break through in seclusion, or teaching the Wang family's disciples common sense of cultivation, rushed to the scene as soon as possible. Went to the mountain gate of our ancestral land.

One after another, figures appeared from all directions from the Wang family's ancestral land and quickly gathered in front of the mountain gate. There were no less than dozens of people in total.

The general cultivation level is at the peak level of fetal breath from the sixth level to the eighth level.

"Uncle Li Long, let's go too!"

In the martial arts training ground, more than thirty Wang Jialinggen came forward, looked at Wang Lilong and said solemnly.

"The person who comes here is very powerful. If you go there, you won't be able to help. Instead, you may be in danger."

Looking at the many spiritual roots that had grown up step by step in his family over the past ten years, Wang Lilong responded.

These people are the foundation of his Royal family, the future of his Royal family, and the fresh blood of his Royal family. There must be no mistakes.

"But......"

A well-built young man hesitated to speak.

"Don't say any more, as long as my Wang family cultivators are here and my ancestors are here, the newcomers can't make much trouble.

You just need to protect yourselves, okay? "

Wang Lilong smiled slightly, rubbed the head of the young man who was almost as tall as himself, and gave patient instructions.

"Okay, then Uncle Li Long should be careful."

"Haha! Don't worry, you, Uncle Lilong, and I are also immortal cultivators at the second level of qi training. Even if we can't deal with that comer, we should still have the ability to protect ourselves."

"You're good at it. You are the eldest among the spiritual roots of your family. Protect your younger brothers and sisters."

"Yeah! Uncle Li Long, don't worry!"

Wang Zaixing nodded solemnly.

After giving all the instructions, Wang Lilong reached out and took out a long sword, a spiritual weapon. He turned into a stream of light and ran straight to the mountain gate of his family's ancestral land.

The ancestral home of the Wang family, in front of the mountain gate.

"Damn it! Damn it! How can this person be so powerful?"

A middle-aged casual cultivator holding a bell spiritual weapon stared at Liu Yanshui holding a spear in the distance with a fearful expression.

When he saw Liu Yanshui almost killing gods and Buddhas, and no one could stop him, he felt a strong uneasiness and fear in his heart.

"Master Chaxian is dead, Master Yuxian is also dead!"

"Those people are all the elite cultivators of my Wang family!"

The middle-aged casual cultivator named Xu Yang is one of the casual cultivators of the Wang family. His main task is to protect the Wang family's ancestral land and teach the Wang family's descendants daily practice lessons.

Today, as usual, he was in the teaching hall of his ancestral home, teaching the new batch of spiritual roots of the Wang family, telling some common sense in the world of cultivation, etc.

Unexpectedly, he learned that someone had invaded the Wang family's ancestral land and was in urgent need of help.

At first, Xu Yang didn't take it seriously.

After all, in the Wang family's ancestral land, even the immortal cultivators in the Qi training realm do not dare to show off their evil willfully.

But it wasn't until he came here in person that he saw the corpses of Master Zha Xian, Master Yuxian and many of his comrades, and saw with his own eyes the horror of Liu Yanshui.

Only then did he deeply understand what kind of terrifying existence the various immortal cultivators in his Wang family's ancestral land were facing at this moment!

"The opponent is a Qi-training realm cultivator, and he is far beyond the ordinary Qi-training realm!"

"Otherwise, it would not be so easy to defeat the mountain-protecting formation of my Wang family's ancestral land!"

Next to Xu Yang, a middle-aged female cultivator wearing a white robe and a ponytail with a slightly ordinary appearance was holding a long sword tightly and hiding in the bell ritual weapon offered by Xu Yang, with a solemn look on her face.

"That's quite true."

Hearing the words of the female cultivator beside him, Xu Yang nodded secretly, the fear and uneasiness in his heart getting stronger.

"I don't know, have Immortal Li Long and Ancestor come here? That person is definitely not something we can defeat together. The Fetal Breath Realm is in front of him, as fragile as paper, and there is no way to block his blow.

Only those who are cultivating immortals in the Qi Realm can compete with him! "

After a while of silence, Xu Yang said again slightly uneasily.

"Such a big movement happened in front of the mountain gate. Immortal Li Long and the ancestor must have known about it.

Until then, you and I try to hold on and wait for them to arrive.

As long as Immortal Li Long and Ancestor arrive, we will have hope of survival! "

The middle-aged female cultivator secretly encouraged herself. She did not want the many Wang family cultivators present to lose the idea of ​​resisting with their lives in the face of Liu Yanshui's terror and power.

Once you fall into deep despair, you are really not far from death!

"Hundred battles with marksmanship - Thousands of armies forming formation!!!"

Liu Yanshui, who was holding a spear, knocked over a seventh-level Immortal Cultivator in the fetal breath realm who was holding a long knife with one shot.

He glanced at the remaining ten people led by Xu Yang.

There was a low shout and a sweep of the spear.

The terrifying gun momentum was majestic and mighty, like thousands of gods and demons charging into formation, heading straight towards Xu Yang and the others.

Under the momentum of those millions of gods and demons, the void was faintly distorted and deformed.

This blow was filled with Liu Yanshui's anger!

With this blow, Liu Yanshui vowed to use Liu Yantian's spear skills to kill everyone in the Wang family to pay homage to his brother Yan Tian's spirit in heaven.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

He felt that Liu Yanshui's angry shot carried unprecedented terror.

The expressions of Xu Yang, the middle-aged female cultivator, and others all changed drastically.

One by one, they retreated towards the rear in panic, trying to avoid the impact of the terrifying gunfire.

However, how could they, a group of fetal breath realm cultivators, easily avoid Liu Yanshui's angry attack?

Boom~

There was a shocking explosion, and the terrifying force of the gun easily destroyed Xu Yang's proud spiritual weapon - the Baitu Yellow Bell.

When the Baitu Yellow Bell completely collapsed and dissipated, the power of the gun was still unabated, hitting all of them heavily.

Before they died, Xu Yang, the middle-aged female cultivator and others had no time to scream in agony. They were instantly destroyed by the violent gunfire that was like a charge of gods and demons, turning them into ashes.

Rumble~

Waves of earth-shaking roars resounded in front of the mountain gate of Wang's ancestral home.

It turned out that Liu Yanshui's shot, after easily defeating Xu Yang and ten other Wang family cultivators, also wiped out and collapsed all the palaces and pavilions around the mountain gate.

Bursts of smoke, dust and broken tiles shot straight into the sky.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the world returned to peace.

In front of the mountain gate, only Liu Yanshui was left standing with a gun. The surrounding ruins were filled with the mutilated corpses of many immortal cultivators from the Wang family, mixed in the mud, blood and rain, like a purgatory on earth.

In the void, Wang Lilong, holding a spiritual sword, turned into a stream of light. He arrived at the mountain gate of his ancestral land and saw Liu Yanshui standing with a gun below.

Without saying a word, he swooped down from the sky, his sword exploded, and shot straight towards Liu Yanshui.

"roll!"

Feeling Wang Lilong's swooping sword, Liu Yanshui gathered her spiritual power in her throat and raised her head to the sky with a roar.

The roar that shook the sky and earth shook away the heavy rain falling from the sky, and also dispersed Wang Lilong's domineering sword that came out with anger.

The sword power collapsed, and the power contained in the roar hit Wang Lilong's chest like a heavy hammer, causing his ribs to break inch by inch.

There was a pop.

Wang Lilong's body suddenly fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his face suddenly turned pale as a piece of white paper.

Before he could hold back his injuries, he was about to get up to face the enemy.

A powerful big foot stepped heavily on his chest, preventing him from moving at all.

"Where is Wang Liyuan? Where is he?!!!"