Family cultivation: a psychic mirror at the beginning

"careful!"

Just as the casual cultivator was cursing to himself and wondering why Mr. Ming had been unable to capture Liu Wenxuan for so long, the exclamations of his companions rang in his ears.

He suddenly came back to his senses and sensed a strong crisis.

Looking up, it was Liu Wenlong who shot an arrow, and the spiritual arrow exploded in front of him.

Boom~

There was a shocking explosion, and the fireball talisman exploded, rising up into a huge fireball. The terrifying heat wave surged in all directions like a frenzy.

Fortunately, this casual cultivator reacted in time. The moment the fireball talisman exploded, he used his body and Taoist skills to narrowly avoid most of the explosion of the fireball talisman.

"Those bastards! I will kill them sooner or later!"

With a wave of his hand, he cut off a piece of clothing that was burning with flames. The slightly embarrassed casual cultivator glanced at the spiritual roots of Liu Wenlong and others in the shield of the shield talisman.

"Want to kill my brothers and sisters? Do you have the ability?"

A cold voice floated into the ears of this casual cultivator. Liu Wenyu and her sister Liu Wenrun, who were holding spiritual weapons and long swords, both came to kill him.

The swords of the two sisters merged and unleashed a powerful divine power.

The shadows of swords overlapped with each other, creating a terrifying strong wind.

At such a speed that the casual cultivator had no time to dodge, it blasted him wildly.

puff~

Heavy sword shadows and knife shadows rushed to hit the casual cultivator's body, tearing his body to pieces in an instant and exploding a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

The blood-stained robes and flesh and blood fell chaotically from mid-air to the martial arts training ground.

"There are only two left!"

After joining forces with his sister to kill this immortal cultivator at the seventh level of fetal breath, Liu Wenyu glanced at him and said coldly.

Pointing his toes, he held his sword and killed another immortal cultivator at the seventh level of fetal breath.

And her sister Liu Wenrun was already using a knife to kill another immortal cultivator at the seventh level of fetal breath.

"Ming Lao! What are you doing? If you don't hurry up, it will be too late!"

The body retreated crazily towards the rear. The monkey-like casual cultivator frantically dodged Liu Wenyu's terrifying sword force while screaming loudly.

During the fight, he did not forget to use powerful talismans one after another, trying to stop Liu Wenyu one or two and buy himself as much time as possible.

But Liu Wenyu's swordsmanship was very tricky. The moment those spiritual talismans were thrown out, before they had time to explode, they were all cut into two pieces by the spiritual sword in Liu Wenyu's hand, and landed lightly on the ground in mid-air. Completely lost its effect.

"If you offend my Liu family, you will die!"

Holding the sword to cut off the Zhang Ling Talisman, Liu Wenyu's forward momentum continued unabated and he was approaching the skinny monkey-like casual cultivator in front of him.

The spirit sword was passed forward, until it reached Thin Monkey Sanxiu's neck.

Just as he saw this sword, it almost pierced the thin monkey monk's neck and took his life.

Qiang~

A dry palm suddenly reached out and easily grabbed Liu Wenyu's full-strength sword.

"The little baby's swordsmanship is quite impressive! I don't know which elder in your clan taught it to me? Could it be Liu Yanshuang?"

The rickety old man firmly grasped Liu Wenyu's spirit sword, and a frightening smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"What's the matter with you?!"

Seeing the rickety old man suddenly killing and saving the thin monkey cultivator, Liu Wenyu frowned, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of his brother Wenxuan lying on the side seriously injured, with his chest sunken and his body stained with blood.

She suppressed the worries in her heart and decisively rotated with her sword, trying to get rid of the rickety old man's grip, defeat the enemy with her sword, find a way to entangle him, and win over Uncle Yan Tian and Aunt Xue.

It's a pity that after all, he is an immortal cultivator in the Qi training realm.

Liu Wenyu's level of cultivation was much different from that of the rickety old man in front of her. The rickety old man could see her intention even before she could spin around with her sword.

A powerful force suddenly erupted in his body, pressing down on Liu Wenyu like a mountain.

Boom~

Liu Wenyu's body sank suddenly, and with a bang, he was forced to kneel down on the martial arts training ground. The bluestone ground under his feet continued to collapse and crack, leaving cracks like spider webs.

That pressure made all the bones in her body crackle and break.

Not long after, the snow-white dress was stained red with dazzling blood.

From its mouth, large mouthfuls of blood spurted out.

His delicate facial features and face were as pale as a piece of white paper.

"sister!"

Liu Wenrun, who was fighting with another casual cultivator, noticed that Liu Wenyu was in a bad situation and suddenly became very anxious.

After forcing back the struggling cultivators with one strike of his sword, he decisively attacked the rickety old man.

"Hmph! How dare you show off your power in front of me even though you are just a fetus?"

The rickety old man glanced out of the corner of his eye, slowly raised his hand, and then gently pressed it down.

An invisible and terrifying palm force suddenly fell from the sky and struck Liu Wenrun directly.

Under that invisible palm force, Liu Wenrun was slapped to the ground like a fly.

The clothes all over his body were torn to pieces, his flesh and blood were torn apart, and his bones were all broken.

Especially her leg bones, which directly penetrated the flesh and blood, showing through in a ferocious manner, which made people's scalp numb.

Breathe!

Just one breath!

Liu Wenyu and Liu Wenrun were defeated miserably at the hands of the rickety old man.

This is the power and terror of the Immortal Cultivator in the Qi Training Realm. It is definitely not something that the Immortal Cultivator in the Fetal Breath Realm can easily contend with.

After all, the gap between fetal breath and Qi training is too big!

"Thankfully you always take action, otherwise, we really wouldn't be able to capture these two sisters!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Go kill the other Liu family spiritual roots, so that you can complete the mission and leave as soon as possible!"

The rickety old man quickly ordered.

He had already noticed that Liu Yantian and Baili Moxue were fighting with his young master at the spiritual field in the back mountain.

Now, my young master cannot hold on for long and will retreat at any time!

Once his young master retreats, then, with Liu Yantian's level of cultivation, he will be able to rush to the martial arts training ground here from the Liu family's back mountain spiritual field in an instant!

And if he met Liu Yantian, there would be absolutely no chance of surviving!

"Follow!"

The skinny monkey casual cultivator cupped his hands and clasped his fists, and he and another companion attacked Liu Wenlong and other Liu family spiritual roots.

The two of them used their strongest magic together, preparing to break the light shield formed by the shield light talisman in one fell swoop!

"Brother Wenlong, Brother Wenshan, they are coming to kill us! What should we do? What should we do?"

Liu Wenyuan couldn't help but change his expression when he saw the two casual cultivators at the Seventh Level of Fetal Breath Realm joining forces to kill him and others.

The rest of the Liu family's spiritual roots were also frightened and turned pale.

The two casual cultivators at the seventh level of fetal breath jointly attacked, and the shield of light and talisman that protected themselves and others could never withstand their attack!

Once the mask is broken, death awaits people like myself!

"There is no other way! Even if you are going to die, you must protect others!"

Liu Wenlong naturally noticed that the two casual cultivators at the seventh level of fetal breath were heading towards here, and he also knew that he had to take the initiative to meet them and hold on for as long as possible.

Even if it only lasts for a breath!

With this thought, Liu Wenlong decisively rushed out of the protection of the shield light talisman and went straight towards the thin monkey cultivator.

He bent his bow and pulled the string, about to shoot an arrow.

bang~

With a muffled sound, the Thin Monkey Loose Cultivator simply waved his sleeves, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.

The strong wind billowing up from his sleeves and robe was like thousands of sharp blades, tearing at Liu Wenlong's body crazily.

By the time Liu Wenlong fell to the ground in a panic, his whole body was already riddled with wounds, dripping with blood, and he was completely unconscious.

"elder brother!"

"Brother Wenlong!"

"Damn! Fight with that bastard!"

In the light shield, many Liu family members saw that Liu Wenlong was attacked and killed by the thin monkey monk in order to protect himself and others, and now he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

One by one, they were angry!

Especially Liu Wenyuan, his little face became ferocious and he rushed out like a madman.

"Go! There's no point in hiding now!"

Liu Wenshan also said something with a gloomy face, quickly rushed out of the light shield, sacrificed a spiritual talisman, and killed the two casual cultivators.

Liu Wenfeng, Liu Wenxin, Liu Wenli and other Liu family spiritual roots also rushed out like crazy.

The offensive launched by more than thirty spiritual roots was not enough to harm the two casual cultivators at the seventh level of fetal breath, but in the end it still made the two casual cultivators at the seventh level of fetal breath somewhat exhausted.

After all, the ants will bite the elephant to death!

If they were not careful, the two of them would most likely fall under the joint attack of Liu Wenyuan, Liu Wenshan and many other members of the Liu family's spiritual roots.

"What two losers!"

The rickety old man couldn't help but frown when he saw that the two casual cultivators under his command were actually beaten to a slightly embarrassed state by Liu Wenyuan and many other Liu family spiritual disciples.

Just as he was about to raise his hand and use his strength to suppress others, he crushed all the spiritual roots of Liu Wenyuan and others into a pulp.

A chill hit his neck, leaving him completely unprepared.

Puff.

The head of the rickety old man flew out in an instant, and immediately rolled to the ground.

When the blood-stained head rolled down in the corner of the martial arts training ground.

Before he died, the rickety old man noticed from the corner of his eye a beautiful woman in a plain skirt, holding a spiritual sword as cold as frost, standing next to his fallen body with an indifferent expression.

"Liu...Liu Yanshuang?!"