Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

After ten days, the trade will open.

At the fair, everyone wore masks to hide their identities.

The transaction went well, and the Lu family got their wish and bought Guiyuan Pill with 25,000 spirit stones.

After purchasing the Guiyuan Pill, the three elders left quietly.

Brush brush!

Walking in the mountains, the three elders were walking when suddenly a flying sword stabbed them.

The third elder, Lu Changping, urged the magic weapon, and a golden shield appeared, resisting the assassinating flying sword, but under the impact of the huge force, blood surged, and his mind swayed.

At the same moment, the other two elders were attacked,

Boom!

The magic weapon is colliding, the magic is colliding, and the two sides are confronting each other.

The battle started quickly and entered the shopping stage.

The three elders of the Lu family were caught in a siege and obviously lost to the six black-clothed cultivators.

Just a dozen or so breaths, someone was injured.

"Old man, go to hell!"

At this moment, a man in black mobilized the spirit sword, and the lights and shadows flickered, turning into thirteen sword shadows to assassinate, directly stabbing the third elder.

"No, my life is over. It's a pity that the treasure pill could not be delivered to the ancestors!"

The third elder said in despair.

At this moment, a slight sigh came, as if mourning.

A spirit sword appeared. This spirit sword was forged with spirit wood. It had the texture of a tree and flashed green.

Stab it!

With one point of the spirit sword, it stabbed the man in black, and with a single sword, the shield of true essence was broken open, and it was destroyed on the spot.

An old man appeared in front of him, arrogant and exuding a hint of destruction. It was the ancestor of the Lu family, Lu Fuming.

This old ancestor of the Purple Mansion unexpectedly followed quietly.

The remaining black monks were horrified and fled for their lives.

The Purple Mansion cultivator is too strong, and it cannot be resisted by the Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Lu Fuming chased and killed in one direction, the spirit sword flickered and turned into a green flying sword to assassinate. The monk in black dodged and resisted the seven sword blades, but at the moment of the eighth sword energy, he was attacked. The eighth sword stabbed and fell on the spot.

They were chasing and killing again, and three foundation-building cultivators fell one after another.

The remaining three black monks fled for their lives.

"Old Ancestor, why are you here! If the injury is not healed, it will aggravate the injury!"

The third elder said, full of worry.

"It's okay, the old man is seriously injured, but it's still easy to kill a few foundations!" Lu Fuming said flatly, casually and calmly.

"It made the ancestor worry!"

The third elder said.

"Unfortunately, I was going to hang a big fish, but I only caught a few little guys!"

Lu Fuming said, it's a pity.

The three elders of the Lu family went to Qinglianfang, originally to lead the snake out of the hole, to provoke some opponents to take action, just to cut off the enemy and wipe out the disaster for the Lu family. But I didn't expect that those few opponents could be so patient.

Concentrating his thoughts, Lu Fuming took the three elders and left.

…

It was about three hours after the ancestor of the Lu family left.

On the ground, the clods rolled, and a man in grey appeared on the ground like a groundhog.

"The old dog of the Lu family, good skills, good skills..."

The man in gray said: "As expected of the existence of the eighth floor of the Purple Mansion, even if he is seriously injured, it is not something I can provoke with the third floor of the Purple Mansion. If I meet him, I may be killed within twenty strokes. But , you are old after all, even if the injury heals this time, your lifespan will not exceed twenty years."

"Time, stand by my side!"

"Wait until the moment you sit down, that's when the deity destroys the Lu family!"

Saying that, the man in gray gritted his teeth and hated it to the bone.

Back then, he was just a loose cultivator who accidentally entered the cave of his predecessors and began to rise.

One time, I entered the Lu family's square market to buy some items, because the property was exposed.

When he walked out of Fang City, he was robbed and killed by a Lu family cultivator.

Before he shot, he brazenly killed the Lu family cultivator.

But this also stabbed the hornet's nest. The Lu family cultivators kept chasing and killing them. He also kept fighting fiercely. During the fierce battle, he beheaded a Lu family foundation-building cultivator.

The Lu family was furious and issued a wanted order.

The gray-clothed cultivator could only escape from Qingshui County. When he was fleeing, he was intercepted by the Lu family.

Back then, he swore that he would not destroy the Lu family, and that he would not be a human being.

Returning to Qingshui County after a hundred years of hard work, it was already the third floor of the Purple Mansion, but he was still no match for Lu Fuming, the ancestor of the Lu family.

Fortunately, the sky has eyes, and the ancestor of the Lu family is old and seriously injured, and he will die in at most twenty years.

This time, he encouraged the bandit cultivator to intercept the three elders of the Lu family, just to test the details of the Lu family.

It was successful, of course;

But if it fails, it doesn't have much impact.

At the moment of the shot, Lu Fuming successfully killed three foundation-building cultivators, but he also exposed his weakness and couldn't hold on for long.

"Twenty years, this deity can afford to wait!"

The man in gray sneered and disappeared.

……

Cough cough!

Along the way, Lu Fuming kept his calm and calm, as if he was not injured, but when he entered the cave, he couldn't hold on any longer. Immediately he vomited blood, and his breath was sluggish.

Along the way, they all forcibly cheered up.

Open the medicine pill bottle and take out the Guiyuan Pill.

Guiyuan Dan, wrapped in a danyi outside the medicinal pill, locks the medicinal power and reduces the loss of medicinal power.

If there is no Danyi, Guiyuan Dan can only be stored for more than a year, that is, the medicinal power will dissipate.

But there are danyi that can be preserved for at least thirty years.

Pulling off the danyi, the elixirs exudes green color, and there is a strong vitality in it.

Lu Fuming took the medicinal pill, and the medicinal power began to dissipate.

Huhuhu!

Holding the pill, refining the medicinal power of the medicinal pill, the gentle medicinal power began to spread out, repairing the injured body.

About ten days later, all the medicinal power was refined.

But Lu Fuming was not happy, instead he was melancholy: "The injury is more serious than imagined. The lifespan of this deity is at most ten years. After ten years, he will die... Not reconciled, I am not reconciled!"

The face is a little distorted, and the complexion is a little cold. It seems that there is a black qi shrouding the top of the head, and the evil spirit is suffocating, like a ghost in hell.

"Ten years from now, once I sit down, the Lu family will be besieged by tigers and wolves... I'm not reconciled!"

"If there is no beast tide, I still have seventy years of life, which is enough to enter the ninth floor of the Purple Mansion, and even have a chance to attack the golden core... I'm not reconciled!"

"Ten years, ten years from now, I'm going to die. Turned into a cold body and buried in the ground, I'm not reconciled!"

The ancestor of the Lu family was roaring wildly, shouting, and talking about his unwillingness in his heart.

Speaking of the anger in his heart.

After a long time, he sat down dejectedly, "For now, that's the only way... I'm sorry..."