White jade-like skin, pointed ears, long snow-white hair, and all kinds of distinctive and unique features are all showing the humble creatures.

This is the Heavenly Clan!

Liu Li almost subconsciously took a big step back. Accidentally, the scarf covering his mouth and nose suddenly fell off, and the rich spiritual dust rushed into his lungs, choking him violently.

"Damn!"

Liu Li scolded in a low voice, and quickly covered his mouth and nose with the scarf, which was a little better, just took a sip, and for a moment he felt that his entire lungs were burning, and it was this pain that made Liu Li calm down in time.

Why are you in such a place?

In Liu Li's impression, the Zhitian Clan is the kind of noble existence that sits high up in the sky, sits in a gorgeous palace and looks down on the entire cultivation world, and can decide the life and death of a cultivator with a single gesture.

Although the female Zhitian Clan who fell to the ground in front of her completely deviated from her own cognition, there was no doubt that the unique characteristics were indeed of the Zhitian Clan.

Liu Li swallowed his saliva, felt a hot pain in his lungs, and approached the Zhitian clan step by step, and his index finger trembled under the sharp snow-white nose.

"Dead?"

confirmed the news of death, Liu Li did not breathe a sigh of relief, according to common sense, there is still a big difference between dying and living.

Perhaps you will be in awe of a living, human king standing in front of you. But if that human king is just a corpse, and there are few people who worship it, there will be no so-called awe.

But Liu Li's actions violated the so-called common sense.

Run.

This thought, almost subconsciously, suddenly rose in Liu Li's heart.

The Heavenly Clan, a sacrosanct first-class creature. Once news of the death spreads, all contacts will be wiped out.

Three years ago, there was an incident that shocked the entire Xiuzhen world, a Zhitian clan was assassinated in a certain town and died, and the high-ranking of the Zhitian clan issued a heavenly order after learning about the situation.

No one had seen the process with their own eyes, and everyone only knew that in an instant, the entire town was wiped out, in the true sense of the word, and the entire town, including the thousands of cultivators living in it, turned into ashes in an instant!

When a force reaches beyond the perception of ordinary people, an instinctive fear is formed. Liu Li was no exception, under the absolute rule of the Zhitian Clan, he was born with an instinctive fear of this first-class creature in his heart.

"Huh?"

Under instinctive fear, Liu Li, who was about to flee, suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes slightly, shifting his gaze deeper into the darkness.

Behind the female celestial clan, there seemed to be something.

Liu Li gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and walked towards it step by step, exploring the light of the ball, slowly illuminating the original appearance of that thing.

"Broken arm?!"

Liu Li's pupils contracted instantly, and it was a severed arm that was even larger than his height.

In the cultivation world, there is a kind of war-level humanoid magic weapon, which was refined and created by the Zhitian Clan, such as the "Punisher", this five-meter-high giant humanoid magic weapon, without emotion, is completely made of some kind of spiritual ore in the world, refined into a war-level killing magic weapon.

And the huge severed arm in front of him, the whole body exudes a golden metallic luster, which is obviously the severed arm of the "punisher".

In this world, is there a supernatural power that can cut off the severed arm of the "punisher"?

Liu Li was puzzled.

Heyang City, outside the tower where the Zhitian clan lives, there are "punishers" guarding it, Liu Li had seen that kind of war-level humanoid magic weapon from afar, it was definitely not something that cultivators could compete with, at least in Heyang City, no cultivator's flying sword could leave a trace on it.

Click, click, click

In the deeper tunnels ahead, the sound of impatient and chaotic footsteps suddenly came.

"Oops!"

Liu Li was taken aback, someone was approaching here, the spiritual pressure was very strong, and they were all cultivators with extremely high cultivation, and the number was amazing.

At that moment, without thinking, Liu Li's ghost made three handprints, put the 'punisher's broken arm' into the storage ring, and then used all his strength to sprint towards the exit of the mine.

For the first time, Liu Li regretted that he had gone so deep into the bottom of the mine, the dark and narrow tunnel, as if it was endless, and the exploration ball had been put away by Liu Li, and it was still shining at this time, undoubtedly exposing himself to a dangerous situation.

I don't know how many times I fell in the dark, how many mouthfuls of spiritual dust I had, and after a long time, Liu Li staggered to the mouth of the mine.

Liu Li hurriedly summoned an amber flying sword the size of his index finger from his storage ring, "Hurry like a law!" After a spell, the amber flying sword grew in the wind, and when the flying sword turned into three feet long, Liu Li immediately jumped up, and the whole person turned into a yellow streamer, breaking through the narrow mine wellhead, and galloping into the air

After a while, a large number of dark shadows gathered in the depths of the dim mine.

"How is she?" asked a deep voice.

"It's out of breath. ”

"Where's the stuff?"

"It's gone. ”

"Bastard, find me right away!"

"Obedience"

In the blue sky, an amber flying sword carried a person quickly, leaving a trail of light in the wind!

The fierce wind blew on his face, and he was a little painful, but Liu Li still didn't dare to slow down, he was just a small cultivator, but he witnessed the death of a Zhitian clan, whether it was the assassination party or the high-level of the Zhitian clan, he would not leave himself alive, what he had to do was to do his best.

Escape.

However, there doesn't seem to be any cultivators chasing after him, so maybe there is no trace of him being there, right?

Thinking of this, Liu Li breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Heyang City was already close in front of him, Liu Li parked the flying sword above the Heyang City Bazaar, stepped on the amber 'disposable flying sword', and he overlooked the endless buildings and criss-crossing streets below - Heyang City

Landing in mid-air onto the streets of Heyang City, Liu Li jumped off the flying sword, and a crack had appeared on the body of the amber flying sword at some point, and it kept trembling and screaming.

After a while, the cracks on the flying sword's body began to expand in an all-round way, and when the cracks covered the entire flying sword, there was a 'snap', and the flying sword shattered, and the jingling spirit slag fell all over the ground.

This is the shortcoming of the 'disposable flying sword', although the speed is impeccable, the explosive power is strong, and it can be used when fleeing for your life, but it is only used once, and the price is expensive; 1000 spirit coins, if it is not for the critical situation, Liu Li really doesn't want to take out this flying sword, you know, 1000 spirit coins is half a month's spirit tax for ordinary cultivators!

Heartache is heartache, but with 1,000 spirit coins to avoid being involved in the incident of the 'death of the Zhitian Clan', Liu Li already feels that it is very favorable.

The old saying popular among practitioners is that spirit coins are valuable, but life is more valuable. Spirit coins are important, but what is more important is their own life.

Within a moment, Liu Li came to the central trading market in Heyang City.

The so-called bazaar is a trading post made up of rows of bungalows in a huge circular square. As long as the practitioner pays 2,000 spirit tax to the Zhitian clan every month, he can find a room here to open a shop, and the further he goes, the higher the shop tax will be, and naturally, the price of the magic weapons bought and sold in it will also be higher, and the more rare and precious they are.

In order to facilitate the distinction, Heyang City divides the bazaar into three levels, which are the outermost first-level market, the middle second-level market, and the innermost third-level market. Liu Li is currently in the outermost first-level market, after all, he is not a rich family, like a second- or third-level market is not something he can afford.

The streets of the bazaar are bustling with practitioners of all shapes and turns, and they are all prosperous.

On the left and right sides of the storefront, there is a crystal frame on which various images are constantly changing.

The first-grade flying sword, the second-grade spirit armor, the Zhuji Dan, the first-grade method, and the first-grade spade

A dazzling array of images of magic weapons is constantly changing within the frame, colorful.

And the loud voice with clear speech was constantly coming from within the crystal frame.

"Collect spirit ore at a high price, 10 spirit coins for the first product, and 30 spirit coins for the second grade!"

"A flying sword, a water clear flying sword, the price is only 29,000 spirit coins!

"Are you still worried about the lack of spiritual power when hunting demon beasts? A spar can help you recover your spiritual power instantly, and one only costs 998 spirit coins!"

All kinds of images, loud publicity, lively crowds, and the atmosphere is in full swing.

Walking in the street, Liu Li looked enviously at the shops on both sides, the constantly changing images in the crystal frame, although he had seen it many times, but every time Liu Li had to praise it.

It is said that it was six hundred years ago, a magic weapon with extraordinary attainments, and it was only used to record images for the Heavenly Clan, but after six hundred years of improvement, now the image magic weapon of the 'Spirit Curtain' has also been applied to the merchants.

However, the energy consumed by the 'Spirit Curtain' is very high, often requiring the energy of a second-grade spar in a day, and the price of a second-grade spar on the market is 2,000 spirit coins.

The merchants were full of red faces, and 2,000 spirit coins were really a drop in the bucket for them, but looking at the cultivators who came and went, in order to be able to pay 2,000 spirit taxes every month, they were all in a hurry, and their faces were depressed, and the two formed a stark contrast.

"It's ironic. ”

While listening to the enthusiastic advertising slogans on both sides of the street, and looking at the images of magic weapons that kept changing in the spiritual curtain, Liu Li sighed.

In this world, it's so absurd.

The rich and noble are extravagant and spend their money, while the poor are diligent and diligent, but they can only barely survive.

With such feelings, Liu Li soon walked into a crowded street.

This is the most prosperous street in the first-class bazaar, called Babao Street, here, the magic recipes, magic weapons, elixirs, spars, all kinds of materials are complete, but most of them are one-grade and second-grade magic weapons, only suitable for practitioners below the foundation to cultivate, fortunately, the price is low, but it is also quite popular with low-level practitioners.

Coming to the shop with a considerable flow of the family, before entering the door, a male voice came out of it, and the tone seemed to be angry and funny: "10 spirit coins? You look at the color and purity of this spirit mine, it was simply picked up from the mouth of the mine, this kind of garbage spirit ore everywhere is not a single product, you better send it to the recycling station!"

Hearing this voice, the corners of Liu Li's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, the shopkeeper's mouth was still so mean, he strode into the store.

"Thief's eyebrows!