Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

Wang Quanye's eyes swept over Yang Jian who was standing beside him.

At this moment, Huan Du Qingtian struck again, with even greater power than before.

Fortunately, reinforcements from Wang Quan Baiye arrived, and two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Then they worked together to block Huandu Qingtian's attack.

"Brother, what's going on? Why did you provoke the Southern Poison King?"

The two people were Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo. As soon as they appeared, they recognized Huan Du Qingtian opposite them.

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan Baiye said helplessly, "It wasn't me who provoked him... Well, it's a long story anyway. Let's first think about how we should escape!"

After seeing the two brothers of the Li family, Huan Du Qingtian also stopped attacking.

He looked at the two of them, as if he had thought of something.

A figure in green robes that looked down upon the crowd began to emerge in my mind.

He frowned, thought for a while, and then said, "Are you two his descendants?!"

After these words were spoken, Wangquan Baiye was still a little confused about the situation.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Huan Du Qingtian also came to the sky, and after getting closer, he continued to ask.

“I am asking you two, but are you his descendants?”

Huan Du Qingtian pointed at the two brothers of the Li family. In fact, he was just guessing because he felt a familiar aura from them.

Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo, who were named, looked at each other first.

"I don't know what the Poison Emperor means? What do you mean by descendants of that person? Who is the person the Poison Emperor is talking about?" Li Zizai asked in confusion.

"Li Chungang! What is your relationship with Li Chungang?!"

Huan Du Qingtian's words shocked everyone present.

What shocked me most were the three words "Li Chungang".

At this time, Wang Quan Baiye stood up and said, "If my guess is correct, the person the Poison Emperor is talking about is the Sword God of the past, Li Chungang!"

"Exactly!"

After receiving Huan Du Qingtian's affirmation, Wang Quan looked at Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo.

At this time, Li Zizai had fallen into deep thought, his eyes fixed on Huan Du Qingtian.

Li Quzhuo explained, "We naturally know the Li Chungang that the Poison Emperor mentioned. The Sword God is known to everyone in the world. However, as for our relationship, I'm afraid we were only one family five hundred years ago..."

Unexpectedly, Li Zizai admitted, "Yes, we do have a connection with that Green Shirt Sword God!"

Chapter 141 Adding injury to injury!

The sky in the south was terribly gloomy, and purple poisonous fog was slowly flowing in the air.

Huan Du stood in the air, his eyes glowing with a faint light, staring at Li Zizai.

"Is he really his descendant?" Huan Du Qingtian's voice flowed slowly like venom. "Interesting, really interesting."

As soon as Li Zizai finished speaking, the entire valley fell silent.

Li Quzhuo suddenly turned his head to look at his brother, his eyes full of disbelief.

He stepped forward quickly and said in a low voice: "Brother, what are you doing..."

Li Zizai didn't look back, but just raised his hand gently and made a comforting gesture.

His gaze remained fixed on Huan Du Qing Tian, ​​and his voice was steady and powerful: "Poison Emperor guessed correctly. Li Chun Gang is my brother's uncle."

This sentence is like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.

Yang Jian, who was standing aside, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the third eye on his forehead twitched unconsciously.

He didn't expect that his "nephew" actually knew it - and judging by his determined expression, it was definitely not nonsense.

Of course, this isn't really a secret.

Huan Du Qing Tian suddenly laughed out loud, looking up to the sky: "My feeling was indeed correct! You really are his descendants!"

His laughter stopped abruptly, and his face suddenly darkened. "So, now you want to be like that guy and run wild in my southern country?"

Li Zizai remained silent.

Of course, he didn't want to be an enemy of the Poison King of Nanchu, but the current situation left them with no choice.

"Hmph!" Huan Du Qingtian snorted coldly and waved his sleeves.

"For Li Chungang's sake, you two can leave now and I can pretend nothing happened." His eyes swept over Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo.

But Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo looked at each other, and they both took a step forward at the same time, protecting the royal power and hegemony behind them.

This action has already shown their attitude.

Huan Du Qingtian's expression darkened completely. How could he really care about the reputation of a dead person?

The one he was really afraid of was the one from the Wudi City in the East China Sea - when Li Chungang died, that one was furious and massacred people in both worlds, making both humans and demons terrified.

If he attacked Li Chungang's descendants today, the man from Wudi City would probably come to his Southern Kingdom Palace to kill him within three days.

But he has already given the face, so if they don't want it, that's the other party's problem.

"If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished!" Huan Du Qingtian shouted angrily and clasped his hands together suddenly.

"Since you're determined to die, don't blame me for being ruthless! Even if that person comes to me, I have a point!"

Before he finished speaking, the poisonous fog around him suddenly churned up and transformed into four giant purple hands that covered the sky and the sun, and slapped towards everyone from the four directions of east, south, west and north at the same time.

Wherever the giant hand passed, even the air was corroded and sizzling.

"Get rid of the turbidity!" Li Zizai shouted in a low voice.

"I understand!" Li Quzhuo's eyes were shining with golden light and his body spun rapidly.

Complex runes appeared in his pupils, and he was rapidly analyzing the flow of poisonous gas around him.

"Brother, the northeast corner! The poison gas is weakest!"

Upon hearing this, Li Zizai flipped his right hand and three silver flying knives appeared between his fingers.

He flicked his wrist and the flying knife flew out of his hand, splitting into three in the air, three becoming six, and six becoming thousands.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a rain of swords, shooting towards the direction pointed by Li Quzhuo.

Wherever the blade passed, the purple poisonous fog melted away like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

"The restriction is broken! The spirit shell is opened!" At this time, Li Quzhuo formed seals with his hands.

"Boss, take the sword!"

From the sword box behind him, countless flying swords whizzed out, drawing graceful arcs in the air.

Wang Quan Baiye leaped up and grabbed a golden long sword.

He shook his wrist, and the other flying swords seemed to be summoned and gathered towards the golden sword in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, a three-meter-long golden sword took shape in his hand.

"Today I will break your position as Xuanwu, kill you!" Wang Quan Baiye gritted his teeth, and all the spiritual power in his body poured into the sword frantically.

The golden giant sword burst out with dazzling light, and a crescent-shaped sword energy shot up into the sky, slashing straight towards the place in the sky where the poison gas was the thinnest.

However, the expected breakthrough did not occur.

The sword energy that was powerful enough to split mountains and rocks hit the poison barrier, but it was like a drop in the ocean, not even causing a ripple.

"Puff--" Wang Quan Baiye suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying and about to fall down.

"Brother!" Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo exclaimed at the same time, supporting him on the left and right.

Dongfang Huaizhu also hurried forward, and with her delicate hand she took Wang Quan Baiye's pulse. Her expression suddenly changed: "How could his meridians be so severely damaged?"

Li Zizai said in a deep voice, "Boss has been seriously injured twice before, and he forced himself to activate his spiritual power before he recovered, so his injuries have naturally worsened."

Huan Du Qingtian looked down at the scene from above, a sneer on his face: "Boy, your sword is far, far inferior to Li Chungang's back then!"

He formed seals with his hands again, and the poisonous fog around him began to churn violently, gradually condensing into countless poisonous arrows, aimed at the people below.

Each poison arrow glowed with a faint blue light, obviously containing a highly toxic substance.

Li Quzhuo's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He whispered, "Brother, this is trouble! The boss's injuries are too serious, and we are trapped in this poison array..."

Li Zizai's eyes swept around and suddenly fixed on a certain direction.

He lowered his voice and said, "Look at you, big brother, let me try!"

Li Quzhuo was stunned at first, but then a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "Well, brother, be careful..."

Li Zizai took a deep breath and summoned the flying knife again.

"Heavenly Sword, set!"

Seeing this, Huan Du Qingtian sneered and said, "I have already advised you before, but it's a pity that you are so stubborn!"

"With just these mediocre skills, you dare to show off in front of me?"

Li Zizai turned a deaf ear to him, and countless flying knives intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable knife net.

"A mere trifle!" Huandu Qingtian waved his sleeves, and countless poisonous arrows whizzed down.

The sword and arrow collided, causing a deafening roar.

Although Li Zizai's flying knife was exquisite, he was still defeated by the absolute power.

Several poisonous arrows broke through the defense line and headed straight for Li Zizai's face.

At the critical moment, a golden light flashed.

Li Quzhuo had stood in front of his brother without him noticing, and the golden talisman in his hand emitted a dazzling light, blocking all the poisonous arrows.

"Brother, are you okay?" Li Quzhuo gritted his teeth.

Li Zizai was breathing heavily and shaking his head at this time.

It would have been easy for the two of them to leave, but there were so many people who needed to be taken with them...

At this moment, Wang Quan Baiye shouted at the two of them, "Back off!"

Hearing the shout, the two of them quickly retreated to Wang Quan Baiye's side.

Wang Quan Baiye then turned his gaze towards Yang Jian and said, "If you don't take action, we will all die here!"

Chapter 142 You may call me: Lord Erlang!

As soon as Wang Quan Baiye finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Yang Jian who was standing in the corner.

Yang Jian sighed softly, his voice beneath the mask carrying a hint of helplessness: "If you can't even break through this mere poison barrier, how can you even dream of exploring the truth of the world?"

His words were calm, but they pierced Wang Quanbaye's heart like a knife.

"Stop the sarcastic remarks!" Wang Quan Baiye gritted his teeth. "If we die here, how will you explain it to Yi Tan?"

When Yang Jian heard the name "Yitan", he paused noticeably.

He slowly raised his hand and took off the silver-white mask.

Only then did Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo notice the mysterious man who had been standing silently by their side.

Li Quzhuo approached Wang Quan Baiye and asked in a low voice, "Brother, why is he here?"

Wang Quan Baiye shook his head: "I don't know either, but now is not the time to ask such questions."

"The most urgent thing is to think about how we can get out of here!"

Huan Du Qingtian narrowed his eyes, keenly aware of the change in atmosphere.

Ever since the masked man showed up, Wang Quan Baiye and the others seemed to have suddenly gained confidence.

Although he was the Demon King, he was an old monster who had lived for so many years, and he had no intention of looking down on the other party.

But take it seriously.

"Who are you?" Huan Du Qingtian asked in a deep voice.

This question seemed to trigger a switch.