Xuanjian Immortal Clan

The burly man in front of him was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered something important. Li Qinghong in front of him looked very tough, so he could only whisper:

"I was rude and offensive at first. I only ask for a [Wanling Flower]! Fellow Taoist, please grant me your permission!"

Seeing that he was subdued, Li Qinghong took out a jade box from his storage bag and said kindly:

"It's important to save people. Fellow Taoist, take it first and use it."

The big man was overjoyed immediately. He didn't even have time to say thank you or discuss the reward. He nodded vigorously, took the flower, and went away like the wind.

Li Qinghong then sheathed his gun and lowered it. Purple lightning flashed. Li Xi'an below was full of joy and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, aunt!"

She smiled softly, touched Li Xiya's head, and said softly:

"When I was in seclusion on the mountain, I was still a little kid who was scared off his gun by the thunder. Now in the blink of an eye, he is a thirty-year-old man. I almost can't recognize him."

Li Xi'ao just chuckled, his joy couldn't be concealed:

"As long as my aunt succeeds in breaking through, it will be good."

"Where's Brother Jiao?"

Li Qinghong tightened the gun in his hand and asked:

"It's rare to build a foundation, so I have to have a good fight with him!"

"Hahaha……"

Then I heard the laughter coming from far away, and the man in black came riding the wind with a very proud look on his face:

"Qinghong is indeed done!"

"I've met my ancestor!"

It turned out that Li Xi'an had been sent to summon Li Yuanjiao to come out of seclusion. This person had already arrived. All the monks quickly bowed down. Li Yuanjiao was so happy that he laughed loudly:

"Yeah!"

The man waved his hand and drove away all the monks with foreign surnames. Then he looked up and down. Looking at Li Qinghong's soft smile, he praised:

"The "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is indeed an ancient method. You can drive thunder and lightning, circulate purple light, and your aura is much better than mine."

Li Qinghong smiled and said:

"I have become the Immortal Base [Xuan Lei Bo]. The Qi sea has turned into a thunder pool. The purple and silver Qi are rising, and the thunder is surging in my actions. It is very impressive."

She pulled up her hair and the expression on her face was very satisfied:

"I have read several magic formulas in my family. [Xuanleibo] is simple and elegant. I guess it was written when the Zifu Jindan Tao was first established. The magic is somewhat different from that of today's Immortal Foundation."

She stretched out her hand, palm upward, purple thunder surged and emerged, slowly turning into a deep purple mysterious rune, lingering in the purple light, rising and falling in her palm.

Li Qinghong seemed to have spent a lot of time condensing the thunder talisman, and his face turned pale as he explained:

"This is the [Secret Yuan Xuan Lei]. It is the best at killing and slaying demons. It can already trigger the thunder of heaven and earth to assist. With the addition of the [Purple Talisman Yuan Guang Secret Technique] in the "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong", the power may be staggering."

"It is difficult to preserve this mysterious thunder. We can only use the [Purple Talisman Yuanguang Secret Technique] to store one in my Qi Sea Thunder Pool. When it is time to take it out during the battle, it will be caught off guard and pose a great threat."

This Xuan Lei was filled with a strong dangerous aura, which made Li Wushao swallow silently and said secretly:

"Just now the fairy came out of seclusion. I was beaten back by the thunder in her hand. I only thought that the power of this thunder method was amazing. I never thought that there was still a mysterious thunder that was not used... If it was a life and death battle, I might be caught off guard and be struck to death by her twice. .”

Li Yuanjiao's eyelids also twitched, with a look of joy in his eyes:

"The difficulty of "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is a bit more difficult, but the rewards are also rich. This secret method complements it and forcibly increases the combat power by several levels."

Li Qinghong put his palms together, put the thunder talisman back into the Qi Sea Thunder Pond, and then said:

"[Xuanleibo] also has a method of setting up an altar to communicate the power of heaven and earth to send down thunder."

She frowned slightly and said with some hesitation:

"I just heard that the world today is different from the ancient times. I don't know if this spell can still be used..."

While the two were chatting, Kong Heng came over with a smile on his fair face, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered:

"Kong Heng has met the benefactor and congratulates the benefactor on establishing the Immortal Foundation!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded politely, and Li Qinghong only paused slightly before replying:

"Master's cultivation has also made great progress. I'm very happy."

"Yes Yes…"

Kong Heng Weiwei responded, lowered her eyebrows and fell down, murmured sutras in her mouth, worked very hard, apologized, and fell down.

Li Yuanjiao looked at Li Qinghong's frown and explained everything to Li Qinghong. Li Qinghong nodded thoughtfully and replied:

"My technique comes from Leiyun Temple. It seems to have some origins with Liaohe Temple...but I always have a doubt in my heart."

Li Yuanjiao tilted his head and saw Li Qinghong saying:

"This Leiyun Temple is clearly an ancient Buddhism cultivator. How come the "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is clearly the path of Zi Mansion's Golden Alchemy Path! Isn't it just banging a wooden fish and reciting Taoist scriptures? It doesn't make sense."

Li Yuanjiao was also puzzled. After thinking for a while, he couldn't get a clue, so he had to write down:

"I'll ask Kong Heng one day."

Li Qinghong nodded lightly, followed his brother to the mountain, and asked:

"I haven't returned from seclusion for a while, so why is there a demon general in my family?"

Li Wushao buried his head behind him for a long time, finally got the chance and said respectfully:

"The little demon Li Wushao was born in the East China Sea and strayed into the Salt Lake. Fortunately, he was favored by his master and joined Qingdu..."

"Eh!"

Li Yuanjiao's mouth twitched when he heard this, and interrupted:

"You have learned the Lotus Blossom, which is not so disgusting. Xuanyue Kong invited me to take action. I was going to kill this monster, but my family was short of foundation-building combat power, so I asked for a spell to kill it."

"I see."

Li Wushao chuckled, Li Qinghong looked up and down, and said:

"I don't want to take on a better form to make people feel relaxed. I don't look like a good person. I have to be careful when I meet you."

Li Yuanjiao and Li Wushao were both stunned. Li Yuanjiao looked at his sister with a smile on his face and shook his head helplessly:

"You must entertain me!"

Li Qinghong pulled him over and said excitedly:

"Come on, let's have a fight between my brother and sister!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded, and the two of them took off in the wind. Li Qinghong distanced himself and drew his gun in no hurry. Purple magic thunder appeared in the palm of his hand. With a shake of his wrist, purple light came galloping towards him.

The blue-grey snake on Li Yuan's body emerged. He has improved in recent years. The snake is vivid, with teeth and claws, beards and hair flying, lifelike, roaring and leaping.

"Boom!"

The purple thunder struck the snake, causing it to roar in pain. Dark blue water splashes fell like rain, filling the sky with water. Li Yuanjiao approached with a sword under the protection of Xianji.

[Jinglong King] is very special. In addition to his strong true energy, the ability to control water can transform into a water-based snake when combined, and when divided, it can transform into snakes, shrimps, crabs, turtles, swords, axes, and axes. Li Yuanjiao does not have to bear the thunder himself, he just jumps And up.

Li Yuanjiao had a slight advantage with his Immortal Foundation, but his heart sank, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Others didn't know that he was his sister, and thought that being close to Lei Xiu would force her to defend herself and not cast spells. Li Yuanjiao didn't think so. Li Qinghong's marksmanship had not been seen for many years, and he didn't know how good it was now.

Sure enough, Li Qinghong just smiled and pulled out the [Du Ruo Gun], and lavender thunder shadows emerged, as fast as thunder, and stabbed fiercely. The gun shadows turned into the shape of birds and came one after another.

"Qiang!"

Li Yuanjiao drew out his blue-white sword light, which was dazzling and dazzling. However, Li Qinghong did not collide with him head-on. He only transformed into a pick, pulled away to release his strength, and the shadow of the gun whirled and hit the side heavily.

"It's broken! My little sister has read my own swordsmanship and is very familiar with the Yue Que Sword Arc!"

Li Qinghong was more talented in weapons than Li Yuanjiao. With each blow, the purple thunder collapsed. Li Qinghong retreated several feet in a row. The shadow of the lavender gun in his hand reverberated, forcing him closer.

After practicing for so many years, Li Qinghong no longer limited herself to "Broken Feather Spear" and "Wandering Dragon's Reflection". She knew the marksmanship and spears at her fingertips, and became a family. She understood that Li Yuanjiao could only be stunned by a sword, so she immediately followed him.

Li Yuanjiao's weak points were clearly seen, and he fought very hard. He only used his sword energy to resist back and forth. Li Qinghong's guns were stacked one after another, each one heavier than the last, making him retreat continuously.

Li Yuanjiao's face was as heavy as water, and the sword light in his hand flowed like water, splitting into three pure white streams of light, which were powerful and moved nimbly.

"Three-month moonlight!"

These three sword qi were solid and thick, and they spontaneously moved in the air like their own spirituality. They were pure white and bright, and each came with a stream of light. Li Qinghong couldn't recognize it, so he drew his gun and turned around with a happy face:

"Brother, you've mastered it!"

Li Yuanjiao did not answer. He took advantage of the situation and sheathed his sword, drew it out again, and added another Yue Que sword arc. Li Qinghong danced his spear to block it, but the three streams of light flowed and jumped flexibly, flying towards the center of her eyebrows and lower abdomen.

Li Qinghong's eyes suddenly turned purple, and the spear in his hand exploded with silvery white and deep purple thunder and lightning. There was a violent roar in the air, and Li Qinghong's spear swept across, exploding the sword light in front of him.

Two rays of pure white sword light jumped out of the rising thunder and lightning, jumped on her wrist, but suddenly dispersed.

"If you continue to fight, you will see blood!"

Li Yuanjiao smiled, Li Qinghong put away his gun and sighed, saying with some regret:

"I underestimated the "Yueque Sword Code"! This is a fifth-grade swordsmanship. It can't be solved by force over skill!"

"Qing Hong, don't be humble. You may not be able to resist these two sword lights."

Li Yuanjiao shook his head:

"I have just trained, and I am much stronger. If you had come back a month earlier, I might not even be able to hurt you."

"I took advantage this time. If you had used that Xuan Lei as soon as you came, or used the [Purple Talisman Yuan Guang Secret Technique] while I was approaching, I would have suffered a big loss and I would have been injured before the fight even started. There is absolutely no way I can beat you."

Li Qinghong put away his gun, saluted, and said warmly:

"In the past, Qinghong was able to practice secret arts and spear skills with peace of mind because of his elder brothers and younger brothers at home. Now that Qinghong has established a foundation, he can also help his elder brothers!"

"It's a good idea of ​​yours, but you haven't been in a hurry in recent years."

Li Yuanjiao looked at him gently and replied:

"Check the [Xuetun Fruit] on one end, and... spend more time with Brother Ping on the other."

Li Qinghong lowered his head silently and responded with a hum. The two of them knew it well, but someone came up from below and said respectfully:

"Ancestor, there is news from the desert in the west!"

"Uncle?"

It was rare for Chen Donghe to get news. Li Yuanjiao counted the time, but he still didn't have enough [Jinyang Huangyuan]. His heart suddenly thumped, and an ominous premonition arose.

Sure enough, the man bowed down and replied:

"It's an obituary..."

…

Guyan Temple.

The weather in the desert has always been dry. Chen Donghe has been used to it for more than ten years here. When he woke up early in the morning, he would call twice softly, but there was no answer.

His eyesight due to his Qi training was so good that in the dim light he could see the old man's thin body on one side, like a pile of firewood on the bed, lifeless.

The man was stunned for a moment and took two breaths in silence.

"Yes, it's time to go home."

He put the things on the desk and the wall into the storage bag, picked up Li Jingtian on the bed, and walked out of the yard step by step. The sand was very hot on his feet, and Li Jingtian always asked him to carry it.

"The sun is not shining brightly today. Good weather like this is rare in the desert. It's a pity."

Chen Donghe was carrying her on his back, thinking that Li Jingtian was going to go to the north to take a look at the weather and die in a place with more rain, but he suddenly died overnight and died in the yellow sand.

"Fellow Taoist Donghe!"

Bai Yinzi, the master of Guyan Temple, saw him off in person, with tears in his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"My condolences...My condolences..."

Chen Donghe's expression was as usual and he bid farewell to everyone. All the Gu Yan monks felt sorry for him, and even looked a little pity on his expression. Chen Donghe dealt with it politely as usual, carrying his wife on his back as he shuttled back and forth in the wind.

It would take several days to cross the desert, and Chen Donghe had to stop halfway to wipe the dew off his wife's face. The tentacles were stiff, and her skin was as hard as cowhide, and even frosty, which was very unsightly.

Li Jingtian died for a long time, and no one found out.

Chen Donghe went out to wait for the sunset to gather energy at night, but missed the time. When she rushed back, she was grabbing the sheets on the edge of the bed, her face was not calm, and she was no longer breathing.

‘Tian’er…’

As soon as Chen Donghe was lost in thought, he had already arrived at Xiping Mountain. The ground on this mountain was thin and there was no spiritual power. Although there were clouds and mist above, the white mist filled the air, and the sunset was full of beautiful scenery, it was just an ordinary mountain.

Naturally, no one wants to stay in an ordinary mountain. No matter how tall and steep Xiping Mountain is, how it single-handedly blocks the southeastern water veins and shapes the Guyan Desert, no one has recorded this mountain.

But Li Jingtian liked it very much.

Chen Donghe fell into the mountains in a familiar way. After pushing aside the sparse trees, there were two small black stone platforms carved on the top of the mountain. They looked particularly dusty in the misty and moist mountain mist. When you tilt your head, you can see the endless clouds and mist at your feet.

Looking east from here, you can not only see the complete Wangyue Lake, but also several famous fairy mountains, and even Lijing and Qingdu Mountains are looming in the distance.

This is Li Jingtian's favorite place to come, but it takes several days to go there. Chen Donghe is not always available. Every time he comes, she must be entertained for a long time, as if he is celebrating a festival.

Chen Donghe placed her on the stone platform, breathed out softly, leaned against the stone wall tiredly, rested her head on his shoulders, and looked into the distance without saying a word.

The mountain wind was howling, the loneliness was cold, and Chen Donghe was very calm. Just like when she was alive, he didn't speak when she didn't speak.

In the distance, the endless white clouds and mist gradually turned into a golden and crimson ocean under the reflection of the morning glow, rolling and surging into various shapes.

The clouds and mist came closer and closer, and the black cliffs gradually disappeared among the white clouds. A pale and stiff corpse and an old man were submerged in the moist clouds and mist.

"Woo..."

A cry emerged from the endless white clouds.

The ugly cry of an old man, staggering and choking.

Li Jingtian can't spend a lot of money on this paragraph, he has tried his best to be concise. ^