Chapter 553

Li Xiaotian is an external disciple of XingKong ancient sect. Of course, he can't compare with Wang Zhaoxue's internal disciple. However, his own grandfather is an elder of the sect, just because he can't meet the hardware conditions of the internal disciples of the sect. At least he is a friar in the foundation period, so he is not an internal disciple.

However, he has been stuck in the peak of cultivation for two years. This time, he came to the auction to try his luck to find cheap foundation building pills, but he didn't want to be secretly attacked and captured.

Li Xiaotian vaguely heard something around him, so he woke up, but when he woke up, he found that it was still dark around. He immediately realized that he was blindfolded with black cloth. At this time, he can only rely on his own mind to perceive everything around him, but he immediately found that his mind is not working well, and he can only perceive the surroundings with his original hearing and feeling.

It seems to be a cave here. He is not only alone, but also many people. They can't hear the breathing sound of many people. His body moved slightly, but he touched another person's leg and wanted to talk, but he found that his mouth seemed to be sealed by something, and he could only make some purring sounds.

kidnap? Li Xiaotian thought so, but he felt something incredible. He is a disciple of XingKong ancient sect, which is recognized as the largest sect in the ancient world of cultivating immortality. His profound heritage is far from being comparable to that of other sects. Does anyone dare to swat flies on the tiger's head?

Li Xiaotian wanted to move, but he found that his whole body was weak and weak, but he was not bound by the rope. It seemed that an invisible rope trapped his hands and feet, sealed his meridians, and even a trace of aura could not be mobilized.

"That's it." Li Xiaotian heard a low man's voice, and then he was lifted up and dragged him on the cold ground. The sting he hadn't felt for a long time came from the skin rubbing against the ground.

"Boss, it's him. This is the man of XingKong ancient sect."

Li Xiaotian felt that he was heavily thrown to the ground, as if there was a person in front of him.

I heard a low, slightly hoarse old voice say, "Hey, XingKong guzong, is it great?"

This sound seems to have been heard somewhere, but it doesn't seem to have been heard. Li Xiaotian practiced a special sound discrimination spell. This is because he was possessed when practicing martial arts, which led to his eyes losing sight for a period of time. Therefore, under the instruction of his grandfather, Li Changlao of XingKong ancient sect, he specially practiced a spell of listening to the wind and distinguishing sounds. Therefore, his ears are much more sensitive than others.

Deja vu voice, but I can't remember where I heard it for a moment, but one thing is certain that this person is deliberately changing his voice, but everyone can't change his voice, such as voice line, such as a specific word of speech.

"Take off his head cover." after the hoarse old voice ordered, Li Xiaotian felt a light in front of him and was taken off his black head cover.

Li Xiaotian saw a burly man in black robe sitting on a stone chair in front of him, wearing a mask of a ferocious evil ghost. However, his seeming momentum made Li Xiaotian understand that this is a guy whose cultivation is much higher than himself, and he also made a certain fake.

"Let him write!" a man nearby took a pen and paper. Li Xiaotian noticed that there were more than a dozen men in black robes around besides the one who spoke in front of him and the one who grabbed him just now, but they didn't speak, but they gave people a cold feeling.

Li Xiaotian looked at the brush and white paper in front of him. He didn't know what the man in front of him wanted to write by himself?

With the sound of "brush ~", the black robed man who brought the paper and pen took out an ox ear sharp knife, grabbed Li Xiaotian's little finger without saying a word, cut off the finger of his little finger, and immediately blood flowed.

"Write as I say, otherwise, the blood will solidify, and then cut another finger." the hoarse old voice said coldly and ruthlessly.

"Grandpa, help me! I've been kidnapped. According to what they said, the ransom is one million Chinese spirit stones. Cut one of my fingers. If I haven't delivered the ransom to them within a week, I'll be torn up! Finally, you can make a pledge yourself and draw a sign that your grandpa can know that it's you, okay?"

Li Xiaotian had just felt that the palm of the black robed man who grabbed his fingers next to him was as cold as a corpse, and the hoarse old voice said enough. He finally wanted to understand who the other party was. Therefore, he dared not disobey and wrote down what he had just said in this voice. In the end, Li Xiaotian drew a unique mark of his own, which seemed to be a mess. However, this mess was very particular, because Li Zhengdao, Li Xiaotian's grandfather, had been a lone thief for some time before joining XingKong ancient sect. Therefore, he had a lot of research on secret records, He also taught all his special secret records to his grandson Li Xiaotian.

The black running man handed the paper to the burly boss. The boss took a look, nodded and said, "let someone send this paper and his broken finger."

Someone put a box with blackmail and broken fingers and left soon. And Li Xiaotian was blindfolded with a black headgear and pushed into the nearby cave. Then Li Xiaotian heard that the people in black dragged another man out. After a while, I heard a scream. After a while, the man was dragged back.

Then another person was dragged away. Maybe he also encountered something with Li Xiaotian. Some people even screamed repeatedly. They have always been beaten and tortured because they are unwilling to write blackmail letters.

On the third day when Li Xiaotian felt that he was dark, no one came into the cave to drag them, and a total of 56 people were kidnapped in this place. Li Xiaotian only hopes that his painting script can be seen by his grandfather and can save himself as soon as possible. Unfortunately, he didn't know where it was. Fortunately, he guessed the identity of the other party cleverly.

While Li Xiaotian was waiting for grandpa to save himself, more than a dozen sects, families and gangs in the ancient world of Xiuxian received a blackmail letter with similar content almost at the same time. The blackmail letters were written with human blood and accompanied by this broken finger.

Soon, people in these sects determined that they were indeed their own disciples. They were kidnapped and threatened to write a blackmail letter of one million medium-sized spirit stones. Who is this? How dare you hijack your disciples at once? What makes those sects feel angry to the sky is that not only their own family, but many families have received blackmail letters at the same time.

Li Zhengdao of XingKong ancient sect also received the blackmail letter. Of course, he knew his own grandson's notes and half of his fingers. "The thief is bold!" Li Zhengdao was once an independent thief with a very grumpy temperament. Although he has practiced for a hundred years, his temper has not changed much.

Soon, Li Zhengdao found that his grandson Li Xiaotian's calligraphy was fishy. He looked at the monogram in surprise. Without saying a word, he found Wang Yiran, the patriarch of XingKong ancient sect. Wang Yiran's accomplishments are not the highest among the sects, but the most powerful in magic. Otherwise, he can't stop the rebellious elders of XingKong ancient sect.

"Patriarch, things are bad. My grandson Li Xiaotian was kidnapped."

"Li Changlao, I have also received the wind. It seems that people from several other sects have also been kidnapped and blackmailed."

"Really? Lord, I think I know who did it."

"Oh? Who?"

"It was made by the people of Baiji gate. The leader should be the old devil Zhang laocai."

When Wang Yiran heard Li Zhengdao say so, he was surprised, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Li Changlao, if there is no evidence, don't talk nonsense, it may cause disputes in the immortal cultivation world."

"It's all over our necks to shit. Can't we just put up with it all the time? Hey hey, you haven't seen what the people of Baiji gate have done over the years? If they let them toss about like this, they will fight against us one day. Now they're doing this, I'm afraid they just want to give us a blow. My grandson Li Xiaotian is nothing Such a big man will die when he dies, but we have lost all our faces. "

"Li Changlao, take it easy. What evidence do you have?"

"Of course there's evidence. Please have a look at it." then old Li handed the blackmail note to Wang Yiran. Wang Yiran didn't see anything for a long time, so he turned his eyes to Li Zhengdao.

"Sect leader, you should know something about Lao Li in those years. This is like a mess, but only the Li family knows the meaning of our family's special secret record. There are several words mentioned in it. There are five words: puppet, man, Zhang, Bai and Ji. Do you think there is a hundred machine gate? Which sect can have puppets? The one surnamed Zhang, except the greedy one Zhang laocai, who else can throw out such a dirty thing? "

"Li Changlao, are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Well, this matter can be big or small. We should discuss it with several of our allies and see what we should do next."

"Time doesn't wait. I'm afraid that old fortune will really get into trouble."

Wang Yiran waved his hand and said, "don't worry, I've sent someone to invite them. When it's time, Li Changlao will explain the painting pledge."