Li Xizhi understood earlier that guarding here was not a good errand, if the Tuoba family sent someone at will, it would be easy to deal with it.
Therefore, he inquired about the list, wrote down the distribution of all the levels around this Baixiang Valley, and sorted out the monks one by one.
All the way to the clouds, they passed through more than ten strongholds, most of which were small mountains and formations, either uprooted by demon cultivators, or did not dare to show their faces, silently.
There were two large formations passing by, one was in seclusion, and the other was still surrounded by demon cultivators, who did not dare to approach, among which was originally the Yang family, who were trapped or dead at the moment, there was no movement, so they could only cover their heads and move forward.
Now that he was sweating behind him, his body was turned upside down, and he almost saw the bottom in the sea of qi, and the glow was dim.
Li Xizhi lightly lit the light, lowered his eyes and looked at it twice, his body was in a mess, in danger, he pinched the spell to stabilize his posture, and thought in his heart:
"More than ten formations, none of them are familiar with their own family? Is it bad luck or calculation...'
Seeing that the last Qiu Pill could not be saved, he secretly cared about it:
"There is only this one left, but Tuoba Chongyuan has already caught up, and it will not be a matter of lack of mana, I am afraid that Bian Yan will be caught up before he can catch up..."
His heart was slightly cold, the Chengdu Pass in front of him was most likely Yuan Huyuan stationed, this old man was the brother of Master Yuan Tuan, and now he had broken up:
"The old man is cowardly and indecisive, and he is flattering to others, a person like Yuan Chengdun can still cut down the jade tree in the court, don't think that he can see it clearly."
With the temperament of this old man, the juniors of the Chi family felt that they could not afford to offend, and of course they refused to face the Tuoba family.
So he increased his speed and quickly crossed over, never expecting that a silver-white bloom would emerge from the calf pass formation in front of him, which was ushering in:
"Peak Master, I'll help you!"
Li Xizhi suddenly felt excited, stunned, and saw at a glance that it was not the Yuan family, guessing that it was from the Ning and Yang families, and replied:
"Fellow Taoist! This place is close to Yanshan, just a little bit of obstruction! All cultivators will be here!"
This was said to Tuoba Chongyuan, and Li Xizhi was pinching the spell in his hand to prevent this person from harming him.
Tuoba Chongyuan finally frowned, summoned white light in his hand, and said in a cold voice:
"Which monk... Don't meddle in your own business!"
Li Quantao shook off his cuffs, jumped out of a warm white bead, and replied in his mouth:
"This is my family business, and I have to take care of it."
Li Quantao said this, Tuoba Chongyuan only thought that Li Xizhi's brother came to save him, his face was gloomy, but the white beads in Li Quantao's hand emitted several streamers, falling into the clouds with a bang, thunder suddenly rose in the sky, and water droplets floated from the soles of his feet and fell into the clouds one after another.
Li Xizhi suddenly felt that the soles of his feet were light, and the mana consumed by Jia Xia was greatly reduced, and Tuoba Chongyuan was blocked by him again, and he went back in one breath, his face was much rosier, but he was stunned when he heard his words, and recognized the magic weapon in the man's hand.
"[Wall Water Pill]! It's Li Encheng's person!'
Li Encheng is known as [Wall Water Pill], it is named because of such a magic weapon in his hand, this [Wall Water Pill] is an ancient magic weapon, obtained from the [Ruins of the Secret Fan Sect], and is famous in the sect... Now that Li Encheng is dead, this person must be his junior.
"This person... is actually willing to help me..."
He had been climbing the mountain to save his life, calculating everything, never expecting someone from Fuchen Peak to come to his rescue. He was slightly surprised, but his hands were not slow. Taking advantage of the elixir, his mana surged, and he unleashed a radiant glow spell, charging into the sky.
Tuoba Zhongyuan's spiritual sense detected Li Quantao, who was only at the early stages of Foundation Establishment. With Yu Yuwei and two other disciples ahead of him, he dismissed him and casually waved his sleeve.
But Li Quantao was the son of a master of alchemy, possessing both exceptional talent and resources. Not to mention the ancient magical artifact, the Bishui Pill? He summoned his mana, and countless gray-white Fushui gushed out, dispersing into the wind.
Fushui was rare even in the south, let alone the north. Tuoba Zhongyuan felt the magical winds at his side, like a wild horse that had broken free from its borders, plunge into his feet. He was forced to stop and summon the wind, bringing it to a halt in mid-air.
"Fushui."
Tuoba Zhongyuan's expression suddenly changed, revealing a look of interest. He stared at the gleaming bead for a few moments, a look of sudden realization in his eyes. Even now, he still had the energy to reply:
"Seeing is believing! Our Emperor Wu of Daliang slew the dragon and the phoenix to establish the nation, and obtained the Heshui and Ruoshui beads. The one in your hand must be a replica made by an ancient cultivator."
The color on his body faded slightly, and without the need for a weapon, he struck the [Bishui Pill] with a single incantation, causing it to tremble. Li Xizhi and Li Quantao combined their strength to barely block it. Tuoba Zhongyuan continued to press forward, hitting Li Quantao in just over ten rounds, his expression slightly changed.
Li Xizhi was in a very poor condition and should have simply left, but with his withdrawal, it was unclear whether he could escape. The young man who came to his rescue would most likely die here.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and resist. His spiritual consciousness was constantly communicating, discussing countermeasures. The young man said, "Peak Master, I am Li Quantao of [Fuchen Peak]! This man is ferocious. Yuan Huyuan is unwilling to deploy, but we have our own brothers not far away. Let's fight and retreat, heading south!"
Li Xizhi immediately understood and focused on regulating his breathing. Li Quantao took over, his mana boiling, his Dao foundation manifesting, and he continued to fight regardless of the damage.
Though Li Quantao's own strength was inferior, his magical instruments were powerful across the board. He could cast a wall of white light to block spells and delay the enemy. Tuoba Zhongyuan had just fought a battle and had lost his weapon, leaving him vulnerable to several blows.
The two fought and retreated, but after just over ten rounds, Li Quantao's face had already begun to pale. Tuoba Zhongyuan, empowered by the great seal, attacked with every move like a magical instrument. If he hadn't lost his most valuable weapon, he would have knocked him down.
"With several Peak Masters present in Baixiang Valley, yet they've been fighting like this... How can we be so complacent?"
Li Quantao, a veteran of combat, immediately took the medicine, causing the abyss of water to flow back into the air. Even though he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, he still used his spiritual sense to reply to Li Xizhi:
"Peak Master, don't worry. It's only a quarter-hour's walk away. Quantao can still hold on!"
Tuoba Zhongyuan's expression had already darkened. He had been chasing Li Xizhi for too long, too deep into enemy territory. Although he felt confident, he was secretly weighing the merits.
The atmosphere between the three of them suddenly grew tense, and suddenly a ray of light shone in the sky.
"Boom!"
The sky suddenly brightened, and the spiritual atmosphere in the sky and earth suddenly changed. A buzzing sound rose, and several halos of light rose. The nearby mountains shook, shattering and exploding.
Watching the sky turn crimson, Li Xizhi narrowed his eyes. In the distance, a huge arc of light flashed rapidly, and a golden fragment fell. Two crisp cracks echoed, and a series of buildings emerged, falling into the distant mountains.
"Perhaps the spiritual energy has shifted, and something has fallen from the communicating cave!"
Li Xizhi's thoughts flashed through his mind in a flash. He grabbed Li Quantao beside him, and the two of them simultaneously used Blood Escape, escaping into the air. Taking advantage of the crimson sky and earth, they flew south.
Just as they rode the blood light, they saw no sign of Tuoba Zhong pursuing them. Instead, the demon cultivator stopped where he was, closing his eyes and casting a spell. Li Quantao had previously fought with his magical tools, and had nearly been killed by this man. Now, watching this demon cultivator cast a spell, he was terrified.
Sure enough, after they had flown only a few miles, six streaks of white light shot towards them. These were completely different from their original pale white, appearing much thicker and even transforming into a faint yellow. Li Quantao, startled, took out his talismans.
Li Xizhi similarly used several talismans, gathering the [Heart Cauldron Eliminates Evil] in his hand to dispel the spell. Li Quantao then used the [Wall Water Pill] and relentlessly charged into the white light.
"Boom!"
The white light collided with the magical weapon, instantly transforming into thousands of white blades that rained down on him like rain. Li Xizhi's several mana shields only lasted two breaths before they all struck his feathered robe.
The robe once again erupted in golden light, gushing out, completely slicing away the remaining blades. He merely spat out a mouthful of blood. His wife's feathered robe had once again saved his life. Li Xizhi quickly consumed the elixir and turned to look at the young man nearby.
Li Quantao was struck by a barrage of blades. He used some kind of talisman to protect his head. He coughed twice, reached out his hand, and grabbed his severed arm and foot in the air, hastily putting them back together.
Fu Shui Daoji's body was somewhat miraculous. Compared to ordinary foundation-building cultivators, he was less vulnerable to these broken limbs. He recalled the [Bi Shui Dan] and continued to ride the bloody wind. He didn't seem seriously injured and was very enthusiastic towards him, saying thoughtfully:
"The [Bi Shui Dan] itself is incredibly strong, even capable of withstanding the Purple Palace. There's no need to worry."
Tuoba Chongyuan had already disappeared from sight. Li Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to think about something else:
"I have another [Jian Yang Huan] at home, which is equally as strong and unpredictable... but it's related to Qingsong Temple, so I've never dared to use it..."
He and Li Quantao passed by for a while. The formation was still bright and radiant, clearly unwilling to let them in. The young man's face darkened, and without further ado, he said:
"Peak Master, follow me. My brother will take over the position a short distance away, and we can enter the formation."
Li Xizhi observed briefly, but Tuoba Chongyuan was still nowhere to be seen. The two men didn't let up, continuing their flight on the bloody wind. In just a moment, they arrived in front of a green mountain.
Li Quantao's status here was clearly higher than at Chengdu Pass, so he didn't need to notify anyone. He simply waved his token and led his men inside. After passing the large formation, they saw a devastating scene, with many houses collapsed.
Although the area was in ruins, the people were relatively calm. Li Quantao asked a few questions, then turned around and replied:
"Peak Master... My brother has gone to provide assistance and hasn't returned yet. This place is relatively safe, so go and heal your wounds!"
Li Xizhi finally relaxed, feeling aches and pains throughout his body, and feeling dizzy. He managed to hold on:
"You don't have to be so polite, brother... I'm grateful for your kindness..."
"Ah."
Li Quantao's condition wasn't much better, his internal injuries far more severe. He wasn't a hot-blooded, impulsive young man, but his willingness to come out of seclusion to help Li Xizhi out of gratitude was primarily due to his brother's presence and consideration.
But he had overestimated Tuoba Zhongyuan in every way, and in the end, his injuries were far more severe than he'd imagined. His brother's absence from the formation made him sweat profusely, his face drenched in cold sweat:
"Fortunately, that demon refused to pursue. If he had been determined to pursue, and my brother wasn't in the formation, I'm afraid he and I, along with all the cultivators in the formation, would have perished here!"
The two men were exhausted after the battle, both physically and mentally. They decided to wait until they had healed their wounds before anything else. They each found a cave and quietly nursed their wounds.
Li Xizhi sat cross-legged and, after a careful assessment, realized that his feathered robe had been damaged, and his lifespan had only been reduced by a little over ten years, which was considered a safe bet.
"Fortunately, I have Qiu Dan! Fortunately... I have a favor..."
...
"We've missed the time."
Tuoba Zhongyuan frowned, but his hands didn't slow. Six beams of white light chased after the blood, decisively leaving the two behind and rapidly flying back in the direction they had come.
Breaking through the barrier was inevitable, and hunting down the man in feathered robes was a matter of convenience. If he couldn't catch him, then so be it; it was only a Foundation Establishment stage. But if it delayed the clan's affairs, that would be a serious problem.
He flew over ten miles, and the Immortal Chariot, surging with white mist, caught up. Tuoba Zhongyuan lost his composure. He poured his magical power into the chariot and sped back.
Tuoba Zhongyuan cast a spell, assessing the situation for a moment. Following the spell's guidance, he quickly descended into a forest, just in time to see his long spear stuck in a mossy bluestone, its magical light gleaming.
The magical weapon had been sealed by Li Xizhi, so he couldn't just wave it away. He had to retrieve it himself. Absentmindedly, he landed in front of the stone and tugged hard, but it didn't budge.
"Hmm?"
He shuddered and turned around. Amidst the crimson sky, tangled clouds and mist, a young man emerged. He wore a cloud-patterned Taoist robe, his hair neatly combed. He politely said, "Fellow Daoist, this long spear belongs to me."
Tuoba Zhong, already in a bad mood, laughed in anger. He was eager to get back, not wanting to pay any attention to him. While slowly exerting his strength, he sneered, "How dare you!"
The harsh words reached his lips, but he paused. He noticed that the long spear remained firmly planted on the stone, unwavering in his actions. His expression grew even more solemn.
The young man bowed slightly, sized him up, and smiled affably.
"I was ordered to come here to claim a share of the spoils. It was such a coincidence that a long spear fell from the sky, landing right in front of me. I thought I'd found a precious magical weapon for nothing..."
"So you're the young master of the Tuoba family! No wonder you're so generous!"
He nodded approvingly, very satisfied.
"After Tuoba Xuantan's death, the nobles dared not even set foot in the East China Sea. It's a rare opportunity to catch you. I have no other intentions, only to kill you."
Tuoba Zhongyuan felt something was beginning to sound wrong and looked at him gravely. The man's identity was becoming clear. He silently placed a jade talisman in his hand, his face growing increasingly pale, ready to strike.
"Dongfang Heyun, greetings, young master."
The young man straightened his sleeves, bowed, and said with a smile, "Young master, why aren't you running? Run for your life!"