Become An Ancestor In Immortal Cultivation World

"Ancestor, why is this so?" Li Zhiyuan's voice was low; "When has my Li family ever suffered such humiliation?"

Li Dongqing looked displeased and looked at Li Zhiyuan: "You have never experienced such humiliation, right?"

Li Zhiyuan turned pale when he heard this, lowered his head and was speechless. Seeing this, Bai Yumo quickly defended: "Ancestor, Zhiyuan didn't mean that."

Li Dongqing snorted coldly and looked away.

"The Li family has gone through seven hundred years. What has it not experienced? What humiliation has it not endured? How many of those glorious families in the past are still alive today?"

"If you can't bear a little humiliation, how can you become a big deal? After all, this world is about who can live longer and live longer."

Li Zhiyuan whispered: "Ancestor, I still don't understand why you don't just take action to get rid of that Lin Sheng. He even killed Elder Li."

"It's precisely because Li Jian died in his hands that I couldn't take action."

Li Dongqing said with a flash of light in his eyes: "The fourth sword of the Wuxiang Sword Technique can kill everyone under the Foundation Building, but I can't kill him. What if I take action and let him escape?"

"This boy has a secret. If he fails to defeat the tiger, he will suffer from it instead. The Li family will never have peace in the future."

The disciples of the Li family were all shocked when they heard this. They didn't expect their ancestor to speak so highly of the Lin family.

Li Zhiyuan looked ugly, but he was a little unconvinced: "If the ancestor takes action with all his strength, that person will definitely not be able to escape. After all, there is a huge difference between Foundation Building and Qi Refining."

Li Dongqing sighed quietly: "Oh, I am fifty-two years old. The Li family has lived smoothly in my hands for one hundred and thirty-four years. Now there is not much time left. I don't want to be born again in this last time." trouble."

As he spoke, he looked at Li Zhiyuan: "You want to kill a genius when you see one. The world is so big, can you kill him? If you really think that the Lin family boy deserves to be killed, wait until you achieve the realm of Foundation Building before you do it."

"Everyone has their own opinion. I just want to tell you that the Li family can last for seven hundred years not only by force. Force is only the last resort, not the only means."

Li Zhiyuan looked thoughtful when he heard this, and then lowered his head: "Ancestor, Zhiyuan has learned a lesson."

Li Dongqing nodded slightly: "After Secret Realm is over, leave the affairs of the North to Li Zhiyong. You can go back to the clan to practice in seclusion."

"I will obey my ancestor's order, but Zhiyuan still has a little confusion in his heart."

"explain."

"Why did you return the "blood energy method" to the Lin family? Do we, the Li family, really not practice this method? "

Li Dongqing looked amused when he heard this: "You really can't see the problem with this method?"

"What's the problem?" Li Zhiyuan looked confused.

"Do you know the "bloody corpse raising technique" in the Valley of Ten Thousand Corpses? "

"Of course, the Valley of Ten Thousand Corpses contains evil intentions, and there are hidden restrictions in the "Blood Yin Corpse Raising Technique". If you use this method to raise corpses, you are raising corpses for the Valley of Ten Thousand Corpses. "

Li Zhiyuan said with a look of surprise on his face: "Ancestor, you mean that there are also hidden restrictions in the "blood energy method"? "

Li Dongqing nodded slightly: "Yes, there is a big problem with this method. Although I can't see the restrictions, I guess that this method will definitely have more than seven levels. If you practice this method, you will be controlled by others in the future."

Li Zhiyuan looked panicked: "Ancestor, this method has been promoted in the clan, and many clan members have begun to practice it."

"Nonsense." Li Dongqing frowned slightly; "I will handle this matter, and remember, don't conflict with Na Lin again, otherwise no one will collect your body after death."

"Zhiyuan understands, ancestor, don't worry."

. . .

After Li Dongqing left, Li Zhiyuan looked at Bai Yumo and asked with concern: "Is Madam okay? She was attacked by thieves earlier, but she was nowhere to be seen in the chaos."

Bai Yumo shook his head: "No problem, the disciples of the Bai family protected me and escaped."

Li Zhiyuan felt relieved, and suddenly thought of something, and asked in a solemn voice: "Just now outside the cave, what did Lin Sheng mean when he said to rescue the lady?"

Bai Yumo was slightly shocked, but said without changing his expression: "After I was rescued by my tribe, I met another group of Rogue Cultivators on the road. Lin Sheng happened to pass by and came to the rescue."

"So, this Lin Sheng has a good character." Li Zhiyuan nodded slightly, and his resentment towards him became less intense.

Bai Yumo felt miserable in his heart. Lin Sheng was clearly a beast with a human face and a beast's heart, but he couldn't express the pain, so he could only hide it in his heart and suffer alone.

"That's not right. Then what does Lin Sheng mean when he said, madam, that you used the sword against him for the third time?" Li Zhiyuan looked suspicious.

Bai Yumo looked calm: "Didn't my husband want to kill Lin Sheng? I took advantage of him to attack with two swords while he was fighting with others. I didn't want to but failed."

"Just now I saw Lin Sheng shouting at the formation again. I thought he was going to take revenge on my husband, so I attacked him with a sword."

"So that's it." Li Zhiyuan nodded slightly, but his brows were still filled with suspicion. He felt that something was wrong with the lady beside him.

"Why do you, husband, look like that? But you don't believe what I said?"

Bai Yumo said with a sad look on his face: "As soon as I got out of trouble, I searched for my husband everywhere. After going through a lot of hardships, what does my husband think of me now? A prisoner?"

When I talk about sadness, tears flow down my face.

Li Zhiyuan showed a wry smile and begged for mercy again and again: "Madam, please don't cry, it was your husband who made the mistake! You made the mistake of your husband!"

"snort."

Bai Yumo snorted coldly and stopped crying. Looking at Li Zhiyuan with a smile on his face, he felt miserable in his heart.

'It's all your fault. It's not good to offend anyone, but you have to offend Lin Sheng. I will suffer for you. ’

. . .

In the woods, Lin Sheng looked in a hurry, but there were always faint footsteps behind him, which made him panic.

After walking a few more miles, Lin Sheng suddenly stopped and turned around with a wry smile on his face.

"Senior, I wonder why you have been following me?"

A tall figure slowly walked out of the forest. It was Bai Yuening. Her face was flushed and her eyes were as tender as water.

"Don't run away anymore? My good brother, tell me why you are running so fast? My sister doesn't eat people."

"Senior, please stop joking. This junior is in a hurry to go to Cave Mansion to practice. Senior, if there is anything wrong, please speak up."

Lin Sheng did not dare to look directly into Bai Yuening's eyes. The naked look in her eyes was really unbearable, and his eyes couldn't help but focus on her pair of pink feet.

"Are your sister's feet pretty? Look at you, you can't take your eyes off them. Do you want to play with them?"

Bai Yuening's seductive voice came, and the angry devil in his dantian suddenly shook, and the anger came from his heart and rushed straight into his mind.

Lin Sheng suddenly came back to his senses. He had been hit by the charm skill unknowingly just now. He was shocked and backed away.

Seeing that Lin Sheng was able to escape from the charm, Bai Yuening's eyes flashed with surprise, but the desire in her heart became stronger.

"Good brother, you want to go back to Cave Mansion? Why don't you take your sister back with you?"

Lin Sheng looked ugly: "What on earth did senior do?"

"Giggle." Bai Yuening covered her mouth and laughed when she heard this. She laughed so hard that her branches trembled. The extent of the trembling made Lin Sheng's eyelids jump, and he shouted in his heart that he couldn't bear it.

"Good brother, my sister is asking you, the rumored devil in this Secret Realm should be you, right?"

Bai Yuening said, licking her lips with her red tongue: "Killing people and seizing souls, you hide it so well."

"Senior, I don't understand what you are saying." Lin Sheng pretended to be confused.

"Keke, aren't you willing to tell the truth now? Sister, I also practice magic skills, and I am extremely sensitive to the soul."

Bai Yuening said so charmingly that she gave Lin Sheng a blank look.

Lin Sheng smiled bitterly when he heard this: "Senior, please tell me what your purpose is."

"My sister has no purpose. She just wants to have fun with her brother."

Bai Yuening smiled softly and strolled towards Lin Sheng.

‘You want to feed me? ’

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Lin Sheng's eyes, and an angry devil appeared instantly, and he slashed his head with a huge "angry knife".

Bai Yuening frowned slightly and raised her hand to point at the shadow of the knife. A pink peach petal flew out from the back of her hand and faced the angry knife. When the two touched, the "wrathful knife" was instantly annihilated, and dozens of angry souls followed. It dissipates, and the petals gradually wither and fall.

Lin Sheng was shocked. He didn't expect that a full-strength blow would be easily broken. Just as he was about to turn around and run away, his body suddenly flew back out of control and was hugged by Bai Yuening.

"Good brother, you are so cruel, you actually want to kill my sister."

Although his body was no longer under control, Lin Sheng remained calm: "Senior, do you really want to fight to the death? Since I can capture souls, I can also explode souls, ignite the soul and explode myself. I wonder if senior can catch it?"

These words were naturally false, but Lin Sheng's bet was that Bai Yuening didn't dare to bet.

When Bai Yuening heard this, her face showed a rare look of thought. After a moment, she let go of her hand. Lin Sheng instantly regained control of his body and quickly retreated to distance himself.

"Good brother, my sister is not going to kill you, she just wants to practice with you and give you a benefit."

Bai Yuening's face showed a trace of sadness, which made me pity her.

Lin Sheng sneered: "Senior, do you think I am a three-year-old child? You just want to recruit me. A scholar cannot be killed. Even if I detonate my body and soul, I will not let you succeed."

"It turns out that my brother regards his sister as a witch who practices the art of tonic. Just look at this."

Bai Yuening raised her arm as she spoke, revealing the palace guard sand.

Lin Sheng's face showed sarcasm: "Huh, senior, you think you can deceive me by putting a red mark on your arm? Is it possible that I, Lin Sheng, am really the protagonist in the storybook? Is there such a chance?"

"Good brother, how can you be willing to believe it? If we don't practice first, if you feel something is wrong, it won't be too late to detonate the soul."

Bai Yuening slowly approached Lin Sheng as she spoke. The desire in her heart became stronger and stronger, and even her skin began to turn red.

"this."

Lin Sheng frowned, and Bai Yuening in front of him looked extremely wrong, like a powder keg on the verge of exploding.

"Good brother, if you help my sister practice, she will give you an opportunity."

"Don't even think about it!" Lin Sheng flatly refused.

"Sister, I can't bear it anymore. My dear brother, why don't you give it a try?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Sheng felt the warm fragrant nephrite rush into his arms, and countless peach petals rose from Bai Yuening's body, turning into a peach blossom ball to wrap the two of them.

. . .

Lin Sheng saw the peach blossoms slowly blooming on the pink jade skin.

. . .

The picture is hard to describe, but it is naturally extremely fragrant.

. . .