At Last, I Meet the Old Devil Li

Thousands of miles away.

There is a secluded cave abode, the entrance of cave abode is blocked by a huge rock.

Inside the cave abode, an old man with a full head of white hair and a face as pale as snow sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the Storage Bag hanging from the old man's waist. He opened his eyes, patted the Storage Bag, and summoned a Spirit Talisman Cave with small characters written on it.

The characters written on this Spirit Talisman Cave were the same dozen or so small characters written by Chen Dong, Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Hundred Spirits Sect stationed at Huai River Market Town.

"The faces of those five people are correct; they have all left Huai River Market Town."

The white-haired old man looked at the words written on the Spirit Talisman Cave in his hand, his expression brightened, and a creepy smile appeared on his face.

"I've finally waited for this day. I will make you Lineage pay for the hatred that destroyed my Lifebound Magic Item and wiped out hundreds of my disciples four years ago."

The white-haired old man stood up and waved his hand, sending a burst of spiritual energy towards the boulder blocking the cave.

"Boom."

The boulder was shattered into countless fragments by the spiritual energy.

A beam of light shone into the deep cave.

The white-haired old man emerged from the cave and gazed at a sizable town built by ordinary people, several miles away.

"The Cloud Mist Wen Clan!" The white-haired old man's eyes flashed crimson as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

This pale-haired old man was none other than "Old Devil Li," who had been injured by the Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Five Great Clans of Huai River County.

In that battle, he was severely injured because his natal Devil Artifact, the Thousand Ghost Banner, was destroyed, and he lost only three-tenths of his strength.

If his strength hadn't been greatly diminished, he wouldn't have been hiding for so long, afraid to show his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Devil Li transformed into a streak of blood-red light and disappeared down the desolate mountain, heading straight for the mortal town several miles away.

In just a few dozen breaths, he had reached the outskirts of that town.

Before even entering the town, he stopped, waved his hand, and a hundred small, Blood Red Small Sword appeared out of thin air.

"Go."

A hundred Blood Red Small Sword transformed into crimson light and shadow, swiftly flying into the town and passing through the bodies of ordinary people.

The mortals in the town were terrified when they saw that immortals were causing trouble, and they scattered in all directions.

Among the fleeing crowd, a burly man dressed in a fine robe took out a jade pendant from his pocket and crushed it during his escape.

The crushed jade pendant fragments flashed with spiritual light and emitted a fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Old Devil Li, who was controlling hundreds of Blood Red Small Sword to commit murder outside the town, subtly noticed this small change, but he just smiled mockingly at it.

Not long after, a Qi Training Late Stage Wen Clan, stationed at Spirit Vein near the town, received a plea for help from the town's Village Chief and quickly arrived on a roc.

Before he could even get close to the town, two small Blood Red Small Sword appeared out of thin air, piercing through his head and the head of the roc he was riding.

The Qi Training Late Stage cultivator from the Wen Clan clan and his roc mount also perished in an instant, falling to the ground from the sky.

A few breaths later, Old Devil Li appeared beside the corpses of the man and the roc, and spat out a small banner covered with skull patterns.

As soon as the small flag was exposed to the outside world, it quickly grew larger.

With a gentle wave of his long banner, Old Devil Li caused two transparent phantoms to float out from the corpses of the Wen Clan cultivator and the Peng bird. These two phantoms had soulless eyes, just like the ones in front of them.

These transparent phantoms are their very souls.

As soon as the soul left the body, it was drawn into the long banner by a suction force.

Having collected the two souls, Old Devil Li swiftly disappeared into the small town, which was littered with corpses and filled with the smell of Blood Qi.

He waved the long banner in his hand again, and the souls of thousands of mortal corpses in the town rushed out and were sucked into the banner.

Having absorbed the souls of thousands of mortals, the crimson spiritual patterns on the long banner in Old Devil Li's hand shone even brighter.

Seeing the changes in the long banner in his hand, Old Devil Zhang was slightly pleased.

"If it absorbs tens of thousands more mortals, this newly crafted Thousand Ghost Banner will surely regain the power of my original Thousand Ghost Banner."

He sighed softly to himself and put the demon banner in his hand into his mouth.

He then formed a hand Hand Seals, creating a Blood Red Magic Seal.

Once this Law Seals formed, it transformed into a massive blood-red vortex above the town.

Once the crimson vortex was formed, it emitted an immense suction force, but this suction force only worked on the corpses of ordinary people within the town.

After the corpses of thousands of mortals were sucked into the crimson vortex, they were instantly shredded into countless pieces of flesh.

After being purified by the vortex, taking about half an incense stick's time, this flesh and blood transformed into a Blood Red Pill no bigger than a finger.

Once the elixir was completed, the crimson vortex was also removed by Old Devil Li.

With a wave of his hand, Old Devil Li swallowed the Blood Red Pill.

In the blink of an eye, Old Devil Li's deathly pale face regained some color.

He took out a map, identified another ordinary village nearby, and rushed there.

Cloud Mist Mountain.

Wen Ruofei, the Great Elder of the Wen Clan stationed in the mountains, noticed something unusual in the Storage Bag at his waist.

He patted the Storage Bag at his waist and took out a few broken jade pendants, on which were engraved the words "Ruo Shi".

"The thirteenth brother is dead?" Upon seeing the broken jade tablet, Great Elder Wen Ruofei's expression changed drastically.

This jade tablet is the Life Tablet of Wen Ruoshi, the thirteenth generation member of the Wen Clan. Within this Life Tablet, there is a trace of Wen Ruoshi's Divine Sense. The breaking of the Life Tablet means that Wen Ruoshi is dead.

Wen Ruofei had no time to grieve the deaths of his clansmen. He immediately took out a token from his Storage Bag and held it tightly in his hand. After waiting for about half an hour, another token appeared in his Storage Bag. Another clansman guarding a low-level spiritual mountain outside had died. He immediately confirmed his suspicions.

"It must be that Old Devil Li coming for revenge."

The next moment, Wen Ruofei crushed the token she was holding tightly in her hand.

at the same time.

Two or three thousand miles away, on a desolate mountain in the heart of Huai River County, Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, who had left Huai River Market Town, sat cross-legged.

In front of the two were five tokens that were exactly the same as the token that Wen Ruofei, the Great Elder the Wen Clan, had just crushed.

These five tokens are the mother token among the Mother-Child Token. The child tokens are guarded by the elders of the Five Great Clans in Huai River County. Only if too many cultivators from each family stationed outside die in a short period of time can the child token be crushed to call for help.

This move was precisely to guard against Old Devil Li taking advantage of the fact that the Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the five families in Huai River County responded to the call of the Hundred Spirits Sect and left their Clan Mountain to cause trouble.

At the same time, if Old Devil Li causes trouble during this period, the approximate location of Old Devil Li can be found through the Lineage that have sought help.

"Click."

At this moment, the token inscribed with the character "Wen" among the five tokens floating in the void suddenly shattered.

The unusual movement of the broken token startled Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, who were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed.

Ling Yunhong noticed that one of the tokens was broken. After a quick glance, he realized that it was not his own, and his worries immediately subsided.

He looked slightly pleased and spoke.

"As expected, Old Devil Li took advantage of the fact that we were out by the Hundred Spirits Sect to commit atrocities. We must eliminate this threat this time, otherwise we will never have peace in the future."

Luo Minghui, who was standing to the side, agreed.

"Good."

After saying this, Luo Minghui waved a yellow flying boat, beckoned Ling Yunhong to the mountain of flying boats, and headed towards the territory of the Cloud Mist Wen Clan, transforming into a yellow light and flying away.