Family cultivation: a psychic mirror at the beginning

"Dad, are we really leaving the family?"

In the carriage, Xia Changsheng accompanied his mother, looking at Xia Shangwen sitting opposite, his face full of worry and reluctance.

Although she is just a mortal, the conflicts within the family have become more and more intense since the death of her ancestor. She is also clearly aware of the eager eyes of the other three families and six clans outside and the deliberate suppression of the royal family.

But she is really unwilling!

I used to be proud of my family, but now I see my family in danger, but I don't know how to turn the tide.

She felt unspeakably uncomfortable in her heart, especially when she saw that many uncles and brothers and sisters in the clan who had been with her day and night were also fighting among themselves, and she felt as if there was a stone in her chest and she couldn't breathe.

"Alas! This is what fate is like. I just hope that in the future we can find a way to regain what we have lost!"

Xia Shangwen sighed sadly, opened the curtain, and finally looked at the family he had lived with for decades: "I just don't know, will we have a chance to come back again in the future? Can my Xia family be able to come back again?" Return to your previous peak?"

"Qishan Wen clan, Wen Ruli, pays homage to Uncle Wen!"

The traveling carriage suddenly stopped on the way to the city gate, and an indifferent voice came from outside.

Xia Changsheng and her mother's expressions changed, and they hugged each other tightly in fear.

The Qishan Wen clan is one of the other three families and six clans!

"I didn't expect that people from three families and six tribes would come to the door so quickly?"

Xia Shangwen frowned, feeling quite heavy.

After comforting his daughter and wife, he slowly walked out of the carriage and came to the street.

Many Xia family soldiers and three Xia family immortal cultivators who were accompanying them stepped forward one after another and looked coldly at Wen Ruli, the spiritual root of the Qishan Wen family opposite.

"Nephew Ruli, please come back and be well!"

Xia Shangwen cupped his fists and saluted.

"I don't know, where are Uncle Wen going with his wife, daughter and so many clan members?"

Wen Ruli said with a smile.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen casual cultivators under the name of the Wen family, whose cultivation levels were at the fifth to sixth levels of fetal breath.

"Stay away from the fighting, find a safe place with your clan members, and end this remaining life."

"I wonder, nephew Ru Lixian, could you please make it easier? Give way?"

Xia Shangwen responded loudly.

"Uncle Wen, I'm afraid this won't work!"

"According to the order of the elder of the clan, I specially led people to guard here to prevent you Xia family members from leaving the city!"

"Wen Ruli, after all, your mother is the legitimate daughter of my Xia family. Although your mother passed away, after all, half of your body is the blood of my Xia family. Can't you give us a way out?"

Xia Shangwen looked at Wen Ruli opposite and said calmly.

He hoped that Wen Ruli could, for the sake of his deceased mother, leave a way out for his clan members and leave a trace of his Tongshan Xia clan's blood.

"Uncle Wen, I'm sorry, but it's hard to disobey the orders of the clan elders."

"However, for the sake of my deceased mother, I don't have to lead anyone to do it. You can commit suicide!"

Wen Ruli sighed and spoke slowly.

"Is there really no room for change?"

Xia Shangwen gritted his teeth, secretly clenched his fists, and stared at Wen Ruli.

"Sorry, not really."

"Brother Wen, why are you talking so much nonsense with him? That guy is cold-blooded and ruthless. Even though he has the blood of my Xia family in his body, he has never taken my Xia family seriously!"

"That's right! Rather than being forced to commit suicide, I would rather fight and die for my family!"

Behind Xia Shangwen, three Xia family immortal cultivators stood up indignantly.

Immediately, regardless of Xia Shangwen's obstruction, the three of them took action decisively and killed Wen Ruli.

"Huh! You don't know how to live or die!"

Seeing the three Xia family immortal cultivators coming to kill angrily, Wen Ruli snorted coldly.

Behind him, all the casual cultivators under the Wen family's name immediately came forward to greet him.

Suddenly, a war broke out.

The mysterious lights of Taoism are competing to be wiped out.

Wild waves swept across the air in all directions.

Many people in Tongshan County who were still lining up at the city gate to prepare to leave the city were frightened to death when they saw the fierce battle between the immortal cultivators of the Wen family and the immortal cultivators of the Xia family.

The scene suddenly became turbulent, for fear that the gods would fight and harm mortals like them.

Fortunately, the battle ended quickly.

The three Xia family cultivators were unable to outperform the casual cultivators of the Wen family, and their numbers were not superior.

After only a dozen rounds of fighting, the heads of the three Xia family immortal cultivators were all chopped off by the Wen family's casual cultivators.

"Uncle Wen, it's up to us to commit suicide, you choose one!"

"This time, I, Xia Shangwen, admit defeat!"

Looking at the three brothers who died tragically, Xia Shangwen shed two lines of blood and tears from his eyes, and smiled sadly, full of unspeakable sadness and unwillingness.

He slowly drew out the long sword from his waist and placed it across his neck. He stared at Wen Ruli with indifferent eyes: "Sooner or later, the Wen family will face the situation that our Xia family is facing today. Ruli's nephew and uncle are waiting under the Jiuquan. You, the whole Wen family are waiting for you!"

The words fell——

With a puff, Xia Shangwen decisively slashed his head with his sword, and the headless body fell heavily into a pool of blood.

"father!"

"Above!"

In the carriage, Xia Changsheng and his mother saw their father (husband) being forced to commit suicide by Wen Ruli, and they rushed out of the carriage anxiously.

Looking at the headless body lying in a pool of blood, the mother and daughter felt as if the sky had collapsed. They lay prone on Xia Shangwen's body and cried bitterly.

"Kill them all!"

Seeing Xia Changsheng's mother and daughter crying bitterly on Xia Shangwen's body, Wen Ruli remained unmoved and gave the order coldly.

The casual cultivators of the Wen family who were following him immediately pounced on him like hungry tigers.

One after another, the mortals of the Xia family were brutally slaughtered by them, and one corpse after another fell into a pool of blood.

In just a moment, dozens of Xia clan members who followed Xia Shangwen and prepared to leave the city to find a place to live were killed one after another.

The pungent smell of blood spread over the entire street.

In the end, even Xia Changsheng and her daughter could not stand the persecution. They uttered the most vicious curses before they died, and they all drew their swords and killed themselves.

Around the city gate, many Tongshan people who were about to leave the city were trembling with fear when they saw the purgatory-like scene.

The cruelty of the immortals on the mountain was something they would never forget.

Among the previous wave of Xia clan members, there were even pregnant women, infant babies, and lonely elderly people with limited mobility.

Without exception, they were all murdered!

"Qishan Wen's methods are too cruel?"

In the restaurant, there were some casual cultivators who were drinking alone. When they saw the scene on the street, they couldn't help but frown.

"Cruel? Have you never seen anything a hundred times more cruel than this when various tribes fight?"

"On the journey of cultivating immortality, you and I are fighting for it. Who dares to say that there is no blood on his hands?"

Someone retorted.

"Even so, as we cultivate immortality, we still have to have a bottom line!"

"Haha! It's so funny! The bottom line? People's hearts are like animals, who will really stick to the bottom line? Do you really think that everyone in this world is a good person?"

"Didn't you, Mu Sanren, personally kill your own brothers? Now you're just pretending to stick to the bottom line?! Damn you!"

"Try saying something again!"

"So what? Do you want to have a fight? Just in time, labor and management are itchy and can't find anyone to practice with!"

In the restaurant, a group of casual cultivators began to hold their own opinions, and almost got into a fight if they disagreed.

Liu Wenxuan, who was in disguise, frowned at the scene on the street.

"Those people in the Xia family are so pitiful!"

"Xuan'er, it's okay to be kind, but don't be too kind to outsiders."

"The Tongshan Xia clan was once one of the three families and seven clans, so they stepped on the bones of others. Now that they are being repaid like this, it can be regarded as a cycle of cause and effect!"

"However, it is indeed too cruel for the Qishan Wen family to be so ruthless to a group of helpless women, babies and old people!"

Liu Yantian said slowly.

"Uncle Yan Tian, ​​Xuan'er, I understand."

"only......"

"Just what?"

"Xuan'er is very scared!"

"Fear?"

"Xuan'er is worried about his parents, grandpa, and other clan members..."

The first time he came out of the mountain, he saw a fight among the immortal cultivating families on the mountain. Liu Wenxuan was lying in his heart when he said he was not afraid.

Watching Xia Shangwen's members of the Xia clan being brutally slaughtered by the Wen clan's casual cultivators led by Wen Ruli.

He is worried that his family will face such a situation one day.

"That's why we have to work harder to practice. Only if we are stronger can the family have enough confidence to protect the peace of the clan.

If you are not strong, you will be bullied, suppressed and massacred by others! "