Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Qingchi Sect, Yuanwu Peak.

The news that Yuan Wu is about to be enthroned has gradually spread, and the real person of the Zi Mansion is always shuttling inside and outside the sect. All the disciples understand it tacitly, and no one dares to mention it.

Yuanwu Peak is towering, surrounded by clouds and mist, and fire veins are gushing out. This peak is the immortal peak of Qingchi that specializes in refining weapons. It is usually bustling with monks rising and falling, but now it seems a little deserted, and everyone seems to be walking around.

After all, Yuan Wu is the most unreasonable person inside and outside the sect. Even if he feels unlucky to someone he meets on the road and beats him to death with a wave of his sleeve, no one will dare to redress his grievances.

Tang Shedu came out of the cave, the armor on his body was clanking, and he seemed to have a headache.

Tang Shedu did not get any benefits in the cave. Instead, he was seriously injured. Knowing that Yuan Wu was going crazy in the past few years, he took advantage of the name of healing and delayed it again and again. He stayed in seclusion in the peak for a long time, dragging it back and forth. for more than ten years.

Now it has come to a point where he has to see Yuanwu. If he continues to avoid seeing him, Yuanwu may think of it one day, break Taixu and beat Tang Shedu to death with a slap.

Unexpectedly, when he reached halfway up the mountain, he saw a young man standing in front of the mountain. Tang She was shocked and said quickly:

"I've seen the real element."

Yuan Yuan was holding a jade pot and seemed to be still drinking. He waved his hand as if to ward off flies and said softly:

"I only came to watch him die, and it has nothing to do with you."

Seeing Yuan Yuan's wanton look, Tang She was sweating profusely and wanted to cry in his heart. Yuan Yuan was mean and would not let go of this great opportunity to mock Yuan Wu, only to embarrass them.

He hurried up the mountain, and there was also a person standing in front of the main hall. He was wearing a brocade robe instead of green clothes, with a short beard, dark yellow complexion, a thin face, and dull eyes. He was also extremely frightened.

This person is another talkative person in Yuanwu Peak, Yu Su, the [Jinwuqiao] who is famous for his greed.

The two looked at each other with sad faces, but they saw that the normally glittering golden hall was now dim and dull. Yuan Wu, who had always been a bright man, disappeared. Only an old man with white hair and disheveled hair was sitting on his knees in front of the hall. .

Tang Shedu's legs were trembling. Hearing the sound of gold and iron in the palace, he wanted to dig out his eyes. He lowered his head to his chest and said tremblingly:

"Master...Master"

Yuan Wu, who was above him, was drowsy. He squinted his eyes and said in surprise:

"She Cheng, Xiu Xian, you two are here."

The two people suddenly changed their colors and knelt down silently.

Of course Tang Shedu and the others knew these two names. One was Tang Shecheng, the son of Tang Yuanwu, and the other was Yu Xiuxian, who was once his senior brother.

Tang Yuanwu was ruthless, and only these two people were on his mind. In the past when the two were alive, the atmosphere at Yuanwu Peak was completely different from today, and Tang Yuanwu still had a smile on his face.

At that time, Tang She was just a sidekick, following Tang Shecheng like a lackey. Yu Su was often hung up and whipped by his brother Yu Xiuxian because of his greedy temper, and he cried and howled all night long.

Later, Tang Shecheng failed to break through the Zifu and died, and Yu Xiuxian was killed by Guo E of Red Reef Island. Yuanwu was helpless. From then on, his temper became more and more extreme, reaching the current point.

The two of them just knelt on the ground, not daring to speak at all. Tang Yuanwu, with disheveled hair and vacant eyes, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to pull Tang Shedu, and asked:

"Ah...Cheng'er...why are you wearing a helmet? How many times have dad told you...wearing Taoist robes...looks more chic...oh...it's better to wear Taoist robes..."

Although Tang Shedu hated and feared Tang Yuanwu, he had deep feelings for Tang Shecheng and couldn't help crying. Yu Su was also moved when he heard this. Tang Yuanwu went to pull Yu Su again and asked:

"Why are you dressed so gorgeously!... Xiu Xian is thinking of himself... My brother is of no use... Oh... learn more Taoism... don't just practice..."

Yu Su was already in tears, but when he heard these words, the always greedy and vicious [Jin Mao Moo] burst into tears.

It was better not to cry. Tang Yuanwu was suddenly awakened from tenderness and confusion. Coldness and madness all fell back into his eyes. The brilliant light rose from him again, and he was furious:

"You bitch, howl so much! I'm not dead yet!"

Yuan Wu hit Yu Su on the chest with his palm, causing him to spurt blood all over the ground. He rolled down the high platform, and Yu Su's brocade robe was covered with blood. He got up and kowtowed, saying sadly:

"Master!"

This sound made Yuanwu lower his raised hand, his eyes skipped over him as if escaping, and landed coldly on Tang Shedu.

Tang Shedu's lips were pale and he looked straight at him. Yuan Wu was furious and cursed:

"It's the opposite! It's all the opposite!"

He kicked Tang Shedu in the chest, and there was only a crackling sound of bones breaking. Tang Shedu fell from the high platform like a bird with broken wings. Yuanwu coughed up gold powder all over the ground and cursed:

"damn thing!"

The wind and clouds surged in the sky, gradually forming a huge spiral in the sky. The middle part was blank and cloudless, leaving only a deep golden light, facing the white-haired old man who was gradually floating up.

Yuanwu's hair was disheveled and his eyes were bulging. He looked at the gold particles and iron powder falling in the sky like a heavy rain, and howled out a cry that was not like a human voice.

The entire Qingchi Mountain was invisible in the heavy rain of gold and iron. Everyone was like an island, unable to distinguish the people and things around them. Master Yuan's expression gradually became serious. He raised the jade cup in his hand and touched it to the sky from a distance. one time.

"Senior brother... let's go."

'In the seventh month, when the troops of Tang and Yuan Dynasty were disbanded in Qingchi, the golden rain was like a waterfall, and the falling iron was like sand. The spiritual consciousness was scattered, and I could not tell the distance. When the golden rain stopped for a while, I went out and looked at it. It was not more than three feet, and the green peak turned into a golden peak. . ’

…

Qingsong Island.

"I'll go with you to Nafang City and take a look at where it is in the Qunyi Strait."

After Li Xizhi said this, he paused for a moment. The expressions of both of them changed. Feeling the drastic changes in the world's inspiration, they quickly took off on the wind, one after the other, and flew into the sky.

There are already many foundations on Qingsong Island, and you can already see that the sky is gradually filled with figures of all kinds, all turning to the south, with expressions that may be complicated, sarcastic, or sneering, and they are whispering and discussing.

"Yuanwu has fallen!"

Li Xizhi's expression was a little complicated. Although the relationship between this person and his family was not very good, he was still a monk from the Zifu. He could only sigh lowly and bow slightly to show courtesy.

Everyone watched for a moment, and the heavy rain of gold and iron in the distance quickly stopped. Li Xizhi turned around and asked the disciples of the Qingchi Sect to come up, and ordered in front of Han Shizhen:

"I got a clue from the Peak Master and went to Han's house. You tell everyone to prevent them from asking for instructions one by one in vain."

Han Shizhen lowered his head and said nothing. The disciple responded, and then Li Xizhi apologized:

"There are many rules in the sect, please forgive me."

Han Shizhen didn't dare to say anything more, he just said:

"Don't dare...don't dare...should."

Immediately, they all flew away in the wind, and two days later, they drifted into Fangshi. When the formation in Fangshi opened, the Han family monks hurriedly came up to greet them, calling them the master of the family.

"Taoist, please look! This is my home's Tuliufang."

Han Shizhen ignored them, half a step behind Li Xizhi, introduced with a smile, and said softly:

"I would also like to ask the Taoist to follow me to the main hall first and take a short rest. I will inquire about the traces of the loose cultivators."

Hearing this, Li Xizhi frowned slightly. If he found out something, he followed him to the hall and sat down on the side. Han Shizhen stepped back in two steps and left the hall. The smile on his face quickly faded.

A strong man came up below, with a solemn look on his face, and Han Shizhen whispered:

"What did those people say?"

The strong man only said:

"After searching for one person's soul, the others are already in ruins."

It turns out that Han Shizhen said he would let a few people go, but actually he had already dismembered their bones, skinned them, and searched for their souls. The demon-suppressing stick had already been collected by the Han family, but he felt a little regretful at the moment and murmured:

"If I had known that Li Xizhi was so keen, he shouldn't have taken advantage of that demon-conquering stick. It's hard to explain now. I'm afraid that a few people said the wrong things to make him hate my family, so I can only lie and say that a few people ran away..."

Yuan Chengdun's weapon was of the foundation-building level, or a pair of foundation-building magic weapons. Han Shizhen naturally became greedy. Now he could only follow the words and waited outside for a while before entering, with a smile on his face and said shamefully :

"Taoist! But it was me who was reckless. These people sold their things and immediately went in all directions without stopping for a moment... But there was no chance of the demon-suppressing short stick."

‘It seems that Yuan Chengdun really died. ’

Li Xizhi was holding a tea cup, and of course he didn't believe it:

‘You, Han Shizhen, have established a foothold in the East China Sea. You are not a kind person. I am afraid that after learning that you have a foundation-building legacy, you have already arrested these casual cultivators under the pretext of their reputation! He just wanted to swallow the pair of foundation-building instruments. ’

He had no desire for this thing, he didn't care about it, and he didn't expose it. He waved his hand casually and just asked:

"Is there any news about that place?"

Han Shizhen answered quickly and said:

"Fortunately, my subordinates asked before and already know where the place is."

"Then let's go."

Li Xizhi stood up and came down and said softly:

"In this case, we have to ask our seniors to collect those [evil-suppressing stones]. My family has some friendship with senior Yuan Chengdun, so sending them to the mushroom forest can be considered as a friendship."

Han Shizhen was greedy for the demon-suppressing short stick, and he was feeling uneasy. There was nothing more to say, so he nodded repeatedly and took him flying on the wind, all the way to Qunyi Strait.

Li Xizhi thought about it all the way and flew far away into the sea of ​​​​Qunyi. The sea and sky were vast, the golden crows were in the sky, the sun was scorching, and the yiyi on the tiny islands under their feet raised their heads to look.

Han Shizhen took a big man and flew straight to a place in the mountains and seas, and stopped slowly on the sea. He was not seen observing the surroundings, and he immediately clasped his fists and said:

"The head of the family, Taoist, this is the place!"

Han Shizhen's expression changed slightly, but Li Xizhi suddenly understood and thought to himself:

‘It turned out to be a soul search, and those few casual cultivators should be dead. ’

Han Shizhen observed Li Xizhi silently, and when he saw that his expression was as usual, he asked:

"Taoist...please..."

The three of them flew down separately and searched for a few days each. As time changed, Han Shizhen slowly stopped on the seabed and found nothing.

He stopped and stopped, and gradually became slack. Li Xizhi's affairs had nothing to do with him. He was just seeking profit and thinking about the secret realm, so he was willing to serve him.

After waiting listlessly for a while, I sat down next to the reef, and suddenly a pair of boots appeared in front of me.

These boots were blue, bright silver, exquisitely crafted, and had gorgeous textures. They looked like something extraordinary at first glance. Han Shizhen had no time to marvel, and the surprise in his mind quickly turned into horror.

'This is! ’

The thoughts in his mind jumped like lightning. He quickly raised his head and met a pair of green eyes. He was so horrified that he quickly lamented:

"I've seen... I've seen the great demon Mu Hai..."

"small…"

He trembled for a few words, and various illusions suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The water and sky in front of him shook violently, and fell into deep darkness.

…

Naturally, Li Xizhi found nothing. He only found a few [Evil-Suppressing Stones] on the seabed. Li Xizhi put them away one by one and searched for the depths of the seabed.

‘How can we find such a secret place without special methods to build the foundation? ’

He stopped on a reef, his eyes slightly closed, and was about to cast a spell to invite the Immortal Mirror, when he suddenly felt his scalp numb, his bones shaking, and the pills in his Qihai acupoint were beating lightly, and he couldn't help but stop.

Li Xizhi paused for a moment, then opened his eyes again and met a pair of green eyes.

A middle-aged man stood in front of him early. He had narrow eyes and red hair. His robes were golden and shimmering like scales. He was only a punch away from him. He was so close that he could feel the chill on his body. .

The green pupils stared coldly at Li Xizhi, reflecting his gray-black eyes.

He was holding two heads in his hands, both with empty eyes, looking straight at the sky, with a vague expression of joy. One had neat sideburns, and the other had an open beard and hair.

"Han Shizhen and his retainers!"

However, after being separated for a few days, the two people died suddenly. Li Xizhi was covered in cold hair as he watched the colorful light of the other party's magical power flowing out from the soles of his feet, covering him like lightning.

"Zi Mansion... monk..."

He couldn't move and could only face Zifu's cold gaze. When he saw him squinting, his voice was clear and clear that didn't match his appearance:

"Who sent you here...Si Boxiu or Tang Yuanwu."

Li Xizhi watched the magical light swirling around him, turning into a deep blue color, illuminating his face with blue. A flash passed in his mind, and he replied:

"Return to the real person! It's not these two real people."

The Zifu master slowly stopped, showing a strange look. His eyes blinked slightly, and the green color became darker and heavier. It seemed that he had observed many things from Li Xizhi. His red hair floated in the water, and he sneered in his heart:

‘How brave! ’

His eyes were dark and it was difficult to see the expression in them. He seemed to be playful and said with a smile:

"Is it Sui Guan?"

Li Xizhi shook his head and said respectfully:

"Junior came here on his own. The master has been missing for more than ten years, and there has been no response from the sect. So I had no choice but to come here to look for him myself. I never wanted to offend my senior."

After hearing this, the real person from Zifu cast his eyes coldly over his body, his golden robe sparkling, and replied:

"Someone wants you dead."

Li Xizhi saw the two heads in the hands of Master Zifu, and he still couldn't understand why? A place as good as Qingsong Island is left for me to guard, and it is convenient for me to enter and exit the East China Sea. There must be someone in the sect waiting for this scene! As long as he dies happily, Qingsui Peak will definitely fall into the hands of the Yuan family!

'Obviously those casual cultivators came and went without incident, so they must have some kind of restrictive agreement, but Chi Zhiyun suppressed them and kept them secret, just waiting for me to bump into them! ’