Li Chuxun quietly left Heming Mountain, and instead of him, he continued to stay in Heming Mountain to cultivate and temper his own master, Mu Changfeng.

After going around the mountain from the back of the Dao Peak, Li Chuxun took out two secret letters handed to him by the master, one was Li Chuxunqi, and the other was written by Gongsun Jiyun himself. The instructions in the secret letter from the head of the sect were to find Ji Yun within a month and hand over another secret letter to him, and the duration of the mission depended on the situation.

Li Chuxun had a little bit of separation and some curiosity about the Shenzhou Continent, and he didn't even stop at the stone village that had been shattered along the way, and kept moving in the northwest direction.

He walked into the graveyard of a few years ago, as if he was now completely unafraid of the potential threat.

"Quack!" A long-billed bird was suddenly startled by Li Chuxun's arrival, flapping its wings and flying. At the same time, there was a gust of wind and grass in the depths of those graves, and then an army of locusts swooped down on them.

Li Chuxun pinched the trick with his left hand, and with a wave of his right hand, an invisible aura was like a big net covering up the entire area of countless locusts. Those locusts were suddenly like a huge curled hedgehog and gradually squeezed into a ball of flesh, and as Li Chuxun's palm fell, tens of thousands of locusts that were larger than fists all turned into a stream of cyan blood and flowed all over the deep recesses of the entire cemetery.

Three years ago, I almost died here! But three years later, I am eighteen years old! I am no longer the Li Chuxun I used to be! Li Chuxun sighed in his heart, and at the same time, in a few steps, he had left the cemetery behind him and turned it into an ornament in the distant nature.

Jumping over the cemetery, about half an hour after Li Chuxun flew with his sword, a hill that was not too high appeared in front of him, although it was a hill, it still had a bit of outstanding majesty, and the gaps in the entire mountain were full of cemeteries.

Suddenly, a black light flashed, and a crane flew in the sky at the right time and disappeared from Li Chuxun's sight. Li Chuxun felt that there was a thin layer of black mist in front of him, and the black mist gradually disappeared after pinching the trick with his left hand.

In modern times, Li Chuxun can often see the sky full of haze, which is caused by industrial pollution. But just now, I had this feeling, could it be that the crane that flew over just now was a member of the Demon Sect, but his low-level "turbidity technique" could actually clear the black mist, and it seemed that it could not do any harm to himself at all. Immediately, Li Chuxun stopped thinking about the crane and set his eyes on the mountain forest.

"Why are there so many graves here, could it be that there was a bloody battle here?" Li Chuxun began to mumble to himself, and jumped around the hill in a few steps, landing in front of a stream ten zhang wide.

From a distance, the upper reaches of the stream are not wide, but the terrain is higher than this, and the entire ground is falling layer by layer, causing the stream to become wider and wider.

"Help!" Suddenly, a shout in the distance came into Li Chuxun's keen ears, and from a distance, there was a small black dot in the middle of the downstream stream that was shaking, as if he was holding his clothes and shouting towards the shore.

Since he has cultivated a Dao method, there is no reason for someone to shout for help, so Li Chuxun jumped up and turned into a sword shadow and flew to the shore downstream.

"This big brother, help, I'm stranded!" There was a wooden boat on a shallow beach in the stream, and a strangely dressed young man on the wooden boat kept waving to Li Chuxun on the shore, and did not forget to swing his clothes.

In fact, if this wooden boat is a boat, it is indeed a bit exaggerated, it looks like a huge piece of wood hollowed out, just enough to accommodate a person to lie sideways. According to the shape of this giant tree, it looks like an unfinished coffin.

"It looks like you're not younger than me, right, why are you stranded here?" asked Li Chuxun, while thinking that he hoped that he wouldn't meet a bad person. As a modern person, Li Chuxun always feels that people are unpredictable, and it is better to be cautious of a stranger. The young man's face was full of vicissitudes, and the strange clothes were full of striped ruffles, and at the same time, there were some gold and silver threads that contrasted with each other.

"My name is Chang Xian, I am thirteen years old this year, and I am a boy who was thrown into the river by the invaded tribe to worship the ancestors and worship the water god. After the aliens invaded our Jinyun land, they put me and another virgin in a coffin to worship the god of water, and threw them into the Shijiang River, and I woke up here. The boy shouted hoarsely in an almost dry throat.

After listening to Chang Xian's story, Li Chuxun pinched the trick with his left hand, and jumped on the wooden coffin like a dragonfly to lift the young man up, and when he was about to fly back to the shore, he found that the young man's feet were tied in the cabin by thorns, and the blood stains on his feet had dried up, but because of his own strength, some blood beads oozed out of the soles of his feet.

"Please, big brother, save me!" said the young man, and his cheeks were half covered by broken hair, revealing only a blur, a faint look of pain.

Li Chuxun immediately shook his hand, and the thorns on the entire instep of his feet were shattered into powder, and the young man's face also showed a look of surprise.

Seeing that the young man named Chang Xian moved his feet away from the thorns, Li Chuxun immediately picked up the young man and jumped back to the shore together. When Li Chuxun put down the young man, he found that the young man's cheeks were full of various patterns painted with muddy water, and the patterns turned out to be the strange fish that Li Chuxun had seen in that stream that was preyed on by Gu carvings.

"Thank you, big brother, for saving your life!" Chang Xian kept thanking the five-body immortal in front of him, and didn't realize that Li Chuxun was actually capturing the mysterious totem hidden between the patterns on Chang Xian's face between his eyebrows.

"Who painted the pattern on your face?" Li Chuxun said suddenly. He felt that the totem of this strange fish was a little strange, it was obviously a strange fish he had seen before, but it had grown a pair of wings.

"It was painted by one of the wicked men of their people who was called a sorcerer!" Chang Xian's face rose with anger, and he kicked on a piece of rubble, and immediately let out a cry of "Ouch!" again, and shook the dirty foot so vigorously that he forgot that he was not wearing shoes in a moment of excitement.

Chang Xian and Li Chuxun stood together, the two were so similar, but Chang Xian's immature skin was full of scars and blood stains, and when he looked closer, he could see that he was indeed not very old.

"By the way, big brother, why did you suddenly appear here?" Chang Xian asked, while the pain of hitting the stone with his foot still remained on his face.

"Don't call me big brother! My name is Li Chuxun! I plan to travel around Shenzhou this time, so I may go anywhere in Shenzhou!" Li Chuxun concealed his intention to go down the mountain, after all, the less people knew about his itinerary, the better.

"Brother Li Chuxun, since our Jinyun clan land was occupied, many Jinyun people have been reduced to slaves, and I have also been selected as a boy from Shenjiang. If it weren't for the mighty wind being swept away by the river, I'm afraid I would have been in this world a long time ago!"

"Rejuvenation Technique!" Li Chuxun let out a low roar, and the five fingers of his right hand spread out and landed on Chang Xian's body, and in an instant, a visible mist surrounded Chang Xian. After a few minutes, Chang Xian felt extremely comfortable, the blood stains on his body had been removed, and even the wounds on his feet had regained their ruddy color.

"Brother Li Chuxun is really a god descending to earth! Thank you for saving the gods, thank you for saving your life!" Chang Xian quickly knelt down and kept bowing to Li Chuxun.

Li Chuxun really couldn't suppress his joy when he saw this, after all, he was regarded as an immortal for the first time. However, he didn't allow Chang to continue to bow down first, and quickly helped him up, "I'm just a monk, and I can't be an immortal!

At this time, Li Chuxun already wanted to learn the heroic spirit of the chivalrous warriors who he saw in the book to punish and eliminate evil and benefit the world, and when he said that the head of this mission was not limited, it would not be too much to save the people of Shenzhou.

As a boy who was sunk into the river, Chang Xian was a little scared in his heart, "Brother Li Chuxun, my father and mother were killed by a sorcerer when they stopped me from being thrown into Shijiang, and now I am the only one left." If I go back to our clan land, even if I don't sink into the river, I won't be able to escape the hands of those murderous aliens!"

"Didn't you call me an immortal, and you're afraid that I won't be able to subdue those aliens?" Li Chuxun finished speaking, and saw a trace of doubt in Chang Xian's eyes. It seems that these alien villains are even more powerful than themselves in Chang Xian's eyes, and I, Li Chuxun, don't believe in evil, so I have to see what those sorcerers can play.

"If you have to provoke them, I can only go back with you, who made you my savior!" Chang Xian's tone was a little agitated, he hoped that he could follow Li Chuxun around Shenzhou instead of going back to die.

Chang Xian gradually thought that if it weren't for Li Chuxun's appearance, even if he didn't starve to death and die of thirst, he would have fainted due to excessive bleeding. Since he is the eldest brother of the gods and his own savior, then his life is also his.

"Chang Xian, you can rest assured! Although I, Li Chuxun, am not an immortal, I can definitely redeem your clansmen, so you can lead the way with peace of mind!" Li Chuxun seemed to give Chang Xian a shot in the arm, and as soon as his voice fell, Chang Xian returned to the angry expression when he landed on the shore just now.

"Thank you, Brother Li Chuxun! If you can really save our clan, I will definitely let the patriarch make you the guardian god of my clan!" Chang Xian's words were full of emotion, as if victory was already in sight.

When he heard Chang Xian say that he was the guardian saint, Li Chuxun couldn't help but feel a little funny, the young man was really still a child. Picking up the burden on the ground again, Li Chuxun carried it on his back, and suddenly felt that there was a hard thing in the burden against the scabbard on his back, making a slight trembling sound unique to metal.

Immediately, Li Chuxun took off the burden again, and when he untied the burden, he found a delicate small box sandwiched between a pile of dry food and clothes. The box was the size of a palm, and it was all mahogany in all directions. The texture on the top of the box shows an auspicious image of a dragon and phoenix, while a delicate dark green gemstone the size of a fingernail shell is inlaid with a delicate hidden clasp in front of it.

Li Chuxun thought to himself that he didn't confess that he had such a box before going down the mountain, could it be that the uncle in charge wanted to let himself find out inadvertently. At this time, Li Chuxun also saw Chang Xian's surprised eyes, and then put his palm on top of the box.

"Brother Li Chuxun, this box is so exquisite!" Chang Xian didn't deliberately want to notice the wooden box, but he just thought to himself that Li Chuxun didn't want to let him lead the way back to his clan, why did he start to think about it alone now.

"You're quite dirty, why don't you go wash your face first, and then we'll set off again!" Li Chuxun thought about opening Chang Xian, and then took a closer look at what kind of treasure was in the box. And Chang Xian, although he was only thirteen years old, was also sensible, so he also nodded along with Li Chuxun's meaning, and then walked alone to the slightly protruding shallow bank in the stream.

Seeing Chang Xian leave the sight of the wooden box, Li Chuxun hurriedly pressed the hidden button of the wooden box, and then opened the wooden box.

"Ahh