As soon as Ji Liao patted the table next to him, blue light suddenly bloomed all over his body, and his third-level Qi cultivation exploded, and a terrifying spiritual pressure spread instantly.
Everyone present turned pale. King Xian and his son, who were closer to Ji Liao, vomited blood and stepped back more than ten steps.
"How is it possible, the third level of Naqi!" The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he looked at the young man in front of him in shock. He didn't expect that this young man who looked inconspicuous was actually a level higher than himself, and he was complaining in his heart.
At this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. He pointed towards Ji Liao with one hand.
The knife floating in the air suddenly burst into light, turning into a green light and rushing toward Ji Liao.
Ji Liao sneered.
"disease!"
A dazzling white light immediately erupted around him, and an extremely cold aura erupted instantly. It was Ji Liao who used the Xuanbing Armor Talisman.
In just an instant, the emerald green knife struck the white light surrounding Ji Liao's body.
With a "bang" sound, the knife flew back.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth. Seeing that the blow did no harm to Ji Liao, he bit his middle finger and flicked it at the emerald green knife. A drop of Yin Hong's blood shot out and hit the emerald green knife.
The emerald green knife buzzed, and the aura around him surged several times, slashing towards Ji Liao with great force.
Everything in the lobby has been frozen by the Xuanbing Armor Talisman cast by Ji Liao. Even King Xian and the others were covered with a layer of ice and turned into ice sculptures, but their eyes were watching in horror. On the field, it was obvious that he was not dead yet.
The moment the emerald green knife hit the white light.
"disease!"
Ji Liao opened his five fingers and stretched forward. White light burst out in his hand. Dozens of crescent-shaped wind blades surged out of his hand and swept away in all directions. They were the mid-level low-grade wind blade talisman.
The wind blade moved very quickly and arrived in front of the middle-aged man in the blink of an eye.
"No...."
The man screamed in horror, and his body was penetrated by more than a dozen wind blades. The next moment, his body froze there, remaining motionless in the strangulation posture.
The emerald green knife maintained its chopping posture, floating above Ji Liao's head and motionless.
"Bang bang bang!"
The middle-aged man's body burst with blood, and his body instantly turned into countless pieces. He was killed on the spot by Ji Liao.
King Xian and the others, who had been frozen into ice sculptures, watched in horror as the overflowing wind blades approached, but they could do nothing. They could only watch the wind blades pass through their bodies, and they died unwillingly.
Ji Liao looked at the scene in the hall and sneered in his heart. It would be better if King Xian treated everyone with courtesy and listened to him. Unexpectedly, King Xian was so bold that he actually found people who cultivated immortals to deal with him. In this case, how could Ji Liao spare their lives? .
At the same time, Ji Liao also felt a little pain. This was the second time he fought against someone. The first time the opponent was a talisman cultivator. It was easy to say that he could figure out the opponent's path, but this time he was not a talisman cultivator. Just in case. First, he directly used two middle-grade talismans to avoid anything unimaginable happening.
Ji Liao's body swayed and he came outside the hall and stood in the courtyard. Then he moved and appeared on the roof of the hall the next moment.
Ji Liao looked at everything that King Xianfu was doing. Many people didn't know what happened in the front hall and were busy with their own affairs.
Ji Liao narrowed his eyes slightly and thought for a moment, then a cold light flashed: "The ancestor not only gave me the treasure of cultivation, but also gave me a lesson, that is, to cut the grass, you must remove the root."
Thinking of this, Ji Liao made up his mind and tapped the storage bag on his waist. Dozens of talismans floated out. The next moment he reached the top of a hall.
Point downward.
"Boom, boom, boom."
More than a dozen explosions were heard, accompanied by people's screams. The yard turned into scorched earth, and the gorgeous houses turned into ruins.
Ji Liao jumped to another roof, and more than a dozen explosions were heard.
Explosions continued continuously, and they were heard by King Xian in Yongding City.
The people in Yongding City didn't know what happened, and thought that King Xianfu was setting off fireworks during the day. They shook their heads and looked around, only to see the flames in King Xianfu soaring into the sky, filled with smoke, and black smoke everywhere, just like a battlefield where two soldiers were fighting.
"What happened to King Xianfu?"
"I don't know, is it on fire?"
"It's on fire, burn that bitch to death."
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let outsiders hear you."
A quarter of an hour later, the explosion disappeared.
A young man in black stood on a damaged roof, looking coldly at Xianwangfu, which had become a ruin.
Zhang Yunyao naturally heard Wang Xianfu's movements. She walked out of the house and saw what was going on there. She immediately understood what happened. She felt a little uneasy. She didn't expect Ji Liao to actually move his hands on Wang Xianfu.
"Miss Zhang." A voice sounded behind Zhang Yunyao.
Zhang Yunyao looked back and saw Ji Liozheng looking at her with a smile on his face.
"Young Master... Young Master..." Zhang Yunyao looked at Ji Liao in disbelief.
It's ten minutes into the night.
A piece of heavy news spread in Yongding City. King Xianfu was suddenly killed by a mysterious man during the day. More than 700 people in his family were killed, and no one was left alive. Moreover, his house was bombed down, and the city was in ruins. He could not be found. No trace of the perpetrator.
"It's good now. This bastard, King Xian, is finally dead."
"Without that fat pig, our Yongding City will be completely at peace."
"Yes, it would be best if they all died."
"Especially since none of the young masters from his family are left behind. It's really satisfying."
"I don't know anyone who can be so generous and wipe out King Xian's whole family in an instant."
"According to rumors, the person who did this may be an immortal cultivator."
"Immortal cultivator?"
"That's right. We, the common people, are like pigs and dogs in the eyes of King Xian, but King Xian is worse than a pig and a dog in the eyes of immortal cultivators. He will be killed when asked and destroyed when asked."
Although it was already dark, no one could sleep peacefully because such a big thing happened in Yongding City. Some were on the street and some in the tavern, talking about the murder of Wang Xianfu, but it was one-sided. Gloating about misfortune, no one sympathizes with the king.
Such a big thing happened in Yongding City, and Zhang Weizhong could no longer stay at home safely. After the memorial was filed, he led the government servants and held torches to search for clues about the perpetrators in Xianwangfu all night long.
Zhang Yunyao, who had single-handedly facilitated this matter, lived in uneasiness all day long. Unexpectedly, she just wanted to use Ji Liao's identity as an immortal cultivator to annul the engagement. If an immortal cultivator came forward, King Xian would not dare to cause trouble for her family. But what she didn't expect was that Ji Liao, who seemed to be a simple and honest man, immediately wiped out the family as soon as he took action, leaving no one alive among the more than 700 people.
Ji Liao sat cross-legged in the room and vomited. After a while, Ji Liao opened his eyes and a gray bag appeared in his hand.
This bag was the storage bag of the middle-aged monk. Ji Liao wiped away the mark of the soul with a wave of his hand.
His spiritual consciousness penetrated into it, and after a moment he withdrew it with some disappointment.
"It seems that the monk knows that the road to immortality is elusive and has been living in the mortal world for many years."
In the storage bag of the middle-aged monk, it can be described as shabby. There are only three low-grade spiritual stones, an ordinary Naqi Gong book and two broken magic weapons. The remaining items are only more than five million taels of mortal matter. Banknotes and tens of thousands of taels of scattered silver.
Ji Liao shook his head slightly, picked up the emerald green knife and took a few glances at it. The emerald green knife was of good quality, but he was a talisman cultivator, and all his attack methods were based on talismans. Magic weapons and magic weapons were just useless to him. He He put away the emerald green knife, thinking that he could exchange it for some spiritual stones in the future.
Ji Liao put the storage bag away, then closed his eyes and vomited.
Two days later, Ji Liao stood in front of a table with materials for making talismans.
He closed his eyes and meditated for a long time before opening them.
"The spiritual energy at the third level of Naqi is indeed much stronger. Now I can make two mid-level and low-grade talismans in one day, but this middle-grade talisman is really too difficult!"
In the past two days, Ji Liao made another Xuanbing Armor Talisman and a mid-level forbidden iron rope talisman. Although it failed, the success rate has improved a lot, and Ji Liao did not show up for level breakthroughs. The phenomenon of a talisman's spiritual energy being drained.
However, he tried to make a medium-grade talisman again, and tried several times, but all ended in failure, and at the same time, all his spiritual energy was drained.
Ji Liao frowned, picked up the Ji family's high-grade talisman classics, and studied them carefully.
Drawing a talisman is not as simple as drawing a pattern on a talisman. Each talisman has its own way. It integrates the five elements of heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth must coincide with each other to form a usable talisman.
At the same time, the same talisman, in the hands of different people, contains different Tao, just because it is mixed with the unique understanding of heaven and earth by the person who made the talisman.
The Ji family classics in Ji Liao's hands only briefly introduce the principles of talismans, but they record the shortcomings of the production process in the past and present, as well as detailed introductions on how to resolve them. Although they cannot cover them all, most of the failure examples are also included. .
This point is too important. With these things, Ji Liao can quickly get rid of his misunderstandings after careful consideration during the failure process.
