Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Li Xuanfeng and the two fell down in the wind. Smoke and dust were everywhere on the top of the mountain. The panicked monks were running around, and many natives were digging hard in the ruins, looking panicked, as if the sky was falling apart.

A building collapsed on the top of the island, and in the middle was a piece of bluestone rubble. It could be vaguely seen that it was originally a tall temple. The ground was covered with blood, and the scarlet color was dazzling.

Seeing the two men falling, these monks seemed to understand something. They cried and howled everywhere and ran towards the main hall in the center of the temple.

Li Qinghong swept his spiritual consciousness and said:

"Father Zhong, there is so much spiritual power in the blood, and in such a quantity, it cannot be the blood of a practitioner... it should be some blood pool... that was refined using magic."

When Li Xuanfeng stepped into the ruins, he saw lotus flowers on the ground, shining with light, and gray-black dust floating in the air. Under the golden light, they looked a bit sacred.

The high platform in the middle was punched in half, leaving only an object the size of a grain of rice suspended in mid-air. This object was white and crystal clear, surrounded by a circle of colored light, forming various illusions.

The lotus flowers on both sides released bursts of fragrant breath, and a group of naked natives knelt down, looking at the two people full of hatred, crying and howling all over the sky.

"Chen Wu is dead."

Li Xuanfeng had already expected it. Looking around, he realized that this man probably hadn't recovered from his injuries in the past few years. He would definitely die after being hit by an arrow from the sky.

The two of them had never seen the thing the size of a grain of rice before them, but they had heard some rumors. Li Qinghong looked at it warily and said:

"This thing should be the relic... It seems that this monk still has something."

Li Xuanfeng glanced lightly:

"Live a few more years...it will be an advantage for him!"

This relic was suspended quietly in the air, and the middle-aged man was a little puzzled:

"It's strange. Logically speaking, Mou Tuo's magic power is not much inferior to his, but this Wu Wu got the relic after his death... When the two of them talked, they talked about Qin Ling's presiding and Qin Ling's Taoism. Maybe these things are related."

Li Qinghong glanced at the lotus on the ground. This lotus was psychedelic and strange. Many birds flew down and stood on the edge of the lotus in a daze. She whispered:

"It's just that Zhao Shi's ability to tame mortals is really great. The natives of the entire island support him with their flesh and blood and are still loyal to him. They respect and love him from the bottom of their hearts."

The words were naturally referring to the hateful looks of the natives. Li Xuanfeng observed the relic and replied casually:

"Zhao Shi is like this. Many monks can't resist, let alone mortals."

Li Qinghong frowned slightly, his red lips parted slightly, and his mouth burst into spring thunder:

"scold!"

In an instant, it was like the sound of thunder, knocking out all the monks. Li Qinghong picked it up and used his magic power to line up neatly at the entrance of the temple.

When this group of people saw the relics and the vision, they easily fell into anger. Li Qinghong used magic power to wash away their memories just now, so as to prevent a mage from appearing decades later to seek revenge.

Li Xuanfeng raised his hand slightly, carefully took out a jade bottle, used his magic power to pull the rice-sized relic to fly up, and put it into the bottle.

The jade bottle suddenly felt warm, and the green belly of the bottle was faintly translucent with a touch of dull red. When I swept it with my spiritual sense, I could still vaguely hear the noisy shouts and the murmuring of curses, as if the bottle contained something. Thousands of people.

"It's really evil."

Li Xuanfeng slapped a few spirit-fixing spells on it, but they were of little use. He had to take out a few higher-grade talismans and stick them on the bottle, and then he felt better.

As the relic was sealed in the bottle by Li Xuanfeng, the Dharma light and the colorful lotus flowers all over the temple disappeared. The temple that had even collapsed and seemed a bit sacred slowly dimmed. Li Xuanfeng used his magic power to capture it. Some magic weapons were fished out from the ruins.

When the monk was seriously injured for the first time, he had lost a lot of his belongings. The most valuable pair of long sticks had already been taken away by Li Xuanfeng. These things in front of him were not of high value.

Most of these magical artifacts were gold and jade jewelry, which looked full of divine light. They were mainly magical artifacts that could confuse people's hearts and impose imprints. Li Xuanfeng put them away casually.

He and Li Qinghong carefully searched around the island for several times, and then they flew together in the wind and solved the evil beast. Li Xuanfeng was in a much better mood and had fewer worries. He joked:

"Perhaps it is some kind of Shi Cultivator inheritance, which can be used to catch a few Zhao Shi."

Li Qinghong smiled and nodded, looking at the temples on the mountain below him and the many monks passing by, he frowned for a while, made a secret in his hand, and released a few purple thunderbolts.

"Boom!"

The thunder bombarded in turn, immediately shattering all the temples, and the thunder and fire exploded, burning all the books and inheritance inside. Li Qinghong said softly:

"It can only go so far. After all, Master Zhao Shi once ran it. If there are no casual cultivators willing to stop here...it may not be possible to recover in hundreds of years..."

"I can't control that much anymore..."

Li Xuanfeng shook his head, and the two of them crossed the sky, crossed Zhuluhai, exchanged several water veins, and landed on Fenkuai Island.

Then they dived into the blue sea and landed in Fangshi. Ning Heyuan was in seclusion and practicing so he did not come to greet them. When the two arrived at the cave, the eldest brother of the Ning family had already been waiting in front of the stone gate of the cave.

"Boss... a young monk came from the market and said he was here to find you."

"Young monk?"

Li Xuanfeng looked back at him and asked:

"What cultivation level? What name?"

"It's a foundation-building cultivation... but he refused to say his name. He only said that he was a junior from He Shui Hai."

‘It looks like it’s Zhong Qian! ’

Li Xuanfeng suddenly knew something in his heart and thought:

'Now that several years have passed, he has also broken through the foundation. I don't know why he came to find me for no reason... It's best to have something to do with Qingsongguan...'

So he sat down in the cave, waved his hand and said:

"Let him come up!"

Uncle Ning Ding nodded and hurriedly went down. Li Xuanfeng said to Li Qinghong:

"You go down first. This man is destined to be here. Can you not see him? It's better not to see him... I'm afraid he will cause a lot of trouble inexplicably."

Li Qinghong understood and bowed to retreat. Li Xuanfeng took a jade slip and began to read it silently. Not long after, a young man came up quickly from outside the cave. He was dressed in dark robes and had his hair tied up. He stopped in front of the cave and said respectfully:

"Junior Zhong Qian, pay your respects to the Taoist!"

"come in."

Li Xuanfeng responded. He had heard about the deeds of several Destined Sons. Seeing that Zhong Qian had already reached the foundation building level, he was still very polite. At least he was doing well on the surface. He sighed in his heart:

"It seems that there is a big difference between destiny and destiny. This Zhong Qian...is very different from the ones we have heard about in rumors..."

He thought for a while and thought:

"If the True Lord did not rush back to the mountain, but walked through it step by step, I wonder what role Zhong Qian would play beside him?"

I finally wrote the extra update^