Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Ji Denqi knelt behind his father that year, shivering in the howling autumn wind, watching the head of the Wan family slowly pick up his father, spit on his blood-stained face, and gently Laughing:

"The Ji family is nothing more than that."

He lowered his head, and tears continued to slide down his face, dripping from his chin, moistening his thin autumn clothes and moistening the cracks in the bricks on the ground.

He reluctantly raised his head. Behind the head of the Wan family, a young man in rich clothes stood quietly, looking at him with a cold smile.

Later, he learned that the young man was called Wan Xiaohua, the young head of the Wan family.

He, Wan Xiaohua, stood and sneered, and he, Ji Dengqi, knelt and cried.

What kind of humiliation is this? The Wan family made a surprise attack on Hua Zhongshan, and in nineteen breaths they cracked the mountain-protecting formation that had only been built for three years, killed the current head of the Ji family, and picked out every Ji family member, even those who were sleeping in single clothes.

Most of the twenty-nine direct descendants of the Ji family were still wearing single clothes and blankets, kneeling tremblingly in front of the courtyard, watching his father Ji Denqi, the young master of the Ji family, being humiliated.

There were even a group of mortals kneeling outside the collapsed courtyard wall. The mortals under the rule of his Ji family saw that the original direct descendants of the immortals were humiliated one by one. The clan girls had their sheets pulled away and huddled up, and the clan members were stepped on. Struggling underfoot.

Dreaming about this scene every night, Ji Dengqi's eyes were splitting with tears, and he sat up to practice again.

The head of the Wan family kicked his father so hard that he vomited blood and fell limply. Ji Denqi cried and hugged the man's leg, shouting:

"I, the Ji family, will be your dogs. The Ji family will watch over the Yu family for you under the Boring Gold Gate. The Ji family will pay tribute every year..."

The man sneered and kicked Jidenqi away, making him dizzy and knocking out two teeth. He laughed and said:

"The two families are enemies of life and death. There are countless families that have perished on the border. If it weren't for the fear of destroying your Ji family and joining the Yu family, our Wan family can still keep you? Your Ji family wants to be a dog, but our Wan family can't. Dare to accept it."

Wan Xiaohua followed the man and looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of sarcasm.

That man emptied the Ji family's property and took away the proud Wan family, leaving Huazhongshan in ruins, the Ji family in disgrace, full of strange mortals and corpses in the courtyard.

Three days later, his father also died. He was kicked to pieces in the Xuanjing Wheel, and his spiritual energy collapsed and died. He lay on the collapse and moaned. Jidenqi cried and put his ear to it, and heard his father weakly say :

"Don't forget...the revenge of breaking the formation and killing...the father."

Ji Denqi bit his lip to draw blood and took the position of head of the family.

Ji Denqi began to kill, killing those mortals who dared to look up at him, killing until blood flowed, and killing until his hands were blood red, until no one dared to recall the night when Wanjia climbed to Huazhong Mountain. Thirteen-year-old boys often like Crush the heads of those mortals in front of you and watch the scene dripping with blood.

Two years later, the news came that made Ji Dengqi ecstatic and extremely regretful. The man who had practiced qi cultivation and was very proficient in formations died in the hands of his enemies in the Dali Mountains. Wanjia's glorious era continued. After the end of the song was sung, Wan Xiaohua, who hastily ascended to the position of head of the family, once again shrank his power, and all the land in the east belonged to the Lu family.

"But it's not enough. Wan Xiaohua's talent is better than mine, and Wan's family has a profound foundation. This is far from enough."

Fortunately, the opportunity came. The young master of Boring Gold Gate was looking for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on Wangyue Lake. Ji Dengqi rode up and down like a dog, amusing the bored man under the tree under the cold gaze of the guards, the man in golden clothes. Finally she laughed and asked him what he wanted.

He knew very well that this man was not asking him what he wanted but why he wanted it. Jidenqi said that the dog didn't want it, and the dog wanted to sacrifice a woman.

Ji Dengqi saw the indifference in the eyes of the man in gold and the heavy guards around him, and he flattered in a low voice:

"Your Highness needs a considerate person, a considerate person with good spiritual acuity and talent."

Ji Denqi gave him his biological sister, a girl with spiritual powers and innocence. The twelve-year-old girl would smile and hug the girl he called his brother. The girl covered her face and cried, choked and determined. Open your mouth and say:

"Brother, I also want revenge."

So he looked at his sister lying on that man's bed, with her little white feet dangling at the end of the bed. He didn't dare to cry, and neither did his sister.

His younger sister followed him and became the maid of the young sect master. Later, pills and supplies were delivered to his home every year. Ji Dengqi practiced without sleep or food, and finally achieved a breakthrough in Qi training. The whole Ji family immediately neither celebrated nor Cheers, but tears of excitement.

He immediately killed the old monk of the Wanjia Peak, Wan Xiaohua's uncle, who was guarding the Ji family's once lost land. Only then did he realize that Wan Xiaohua on Wanjiahua Qian Mountain was no better than Yu Jinglun.

No one could have imagined that a qi-training monk from the Wan family would suddenly die, and that he, Ji Dengqi, would come to practice qi in just over ten years.

It's just that the formation left by the ancestor of the Wan family, Wan Huaqian, was as hard as a turtle shell. Ji Dengqi had been harassing him for more than ten years. Seeing that the Wan family contacted other surrounding families, they were about to regain their temper. He hated it so much that he couldn't sleep all night long.

A few nights ago, Ji Dengqi received a message from his sister, saying that the young master of Boring Kinmen was going to Wangyue Lake again. He read the letter again and again, and already had a plan in mind.

After many years, the man returned to Wangyue Lake, still looking for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Ji Dengqi didn't know what kind of magical spiritual energy of heaven and earth made this man come to look for it again and again, but the situation was obviously favorable.

He asked his sister to reveal the blood feud between the two families, and he also exaggerated the indestructibility of the Ten Thousand Family Formation, which finally aroused the man's competitive spirit. The man in gold laughed and said:

"Wan Huaqian was an amazing talent hundreds of years ago. He was recognized as a formation genius among the three sects. For Yu'er's sake, I will try out the depth of this formation."

So Ji Dengqi took the Ji family, holding long knives, and slowly stopped at the foot of Huaqian Mountain. The Ji family behind him, wearing leather armor, quietly stared at the white light of Huaqian Mountain with him.

"Your helping hand is here, Wan Xiaohua."

Jidenqi murmured to himself:

"No matter how much you practice, it will be useless. Your Wan family will be destroyed on this day. Your aid and your trump card will not have any effect."

Ji Denqi suddenly felt a strong sense of fate. His father's eyes and grandfather's eyes were silently watching him from behind, watching him step through Huaqian Mountain.

"The Ji family is behind this war because of the general trend of Boring Gold Gate. The manpower is limited. You can't see clearly and you can't imagine it."

Tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks again, and the expression and decisive look on his face no longer had a despicable color. The rolling evil desire and surging sadness condensed in Jidenqi's body, making him dwarfed. His flesh and blood body looked extremely solid, and he couldn't be made any shorter in any case.