Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Li Xuanfeng and he stopped for a moment on the bright blue water without going deeper. The neighbor in the valley watched intently, while Li Xuanfeng thought:

"Since Yuan Xiu, Qiu Shui and others are all in Taixu, even watching from the Wenshui Ling, why do we need to wait for an investigation? The blue water in Wenshui Ling must be abnormal, and it should be the influence of the [Da Ning Palace] , he must have other intentions when he sends me to wait."

While he was thinking about it, Neighbor Gu Rao took a look at the blue water under his feet, and his magic power came over:

"Fellow Daoist Xuanfeng said that the water on Shuiling has turned into the element of combined water. There must be something wrong."

Li Xuanfeng pondered for a moment, looked at the blue water in the black mist, and asked:

"Dragon?"

"Maybe it's not a dragon..."

Lin Gu's family was originally from Shanyue, and one of the very few surnames that did not come from the north. They can be regarded as local snakes in the south. There is something inherited in the family. Lin Gurao said in a low voice:

"My Taoist friends don't know that although the Lou Gao family is now famous for Zhenhuo, it was originally founded on the Heshui seaside of Yan State. There is also Heshui Taoism. Even the Tuoba family... they also tried to seize Heshui and Fushui back then. Two paths... I only have one concern. To turn the entire Shuiling into a marsh of combined water, without a special spiritual weapon, even the monks of the Zi Mansion would have to waste a lot of effort. Why is it so difficult?"

The two of them flew here, full of doubts. One of them speculated about Zifu and the other speculated on Beixiu. Neither of them wanted to continue heading north. Li Xuanfeng used his pupil technique. Jin Cancan looked at the clouds for a while and asked:

"Do fellow Taoists know what kind of Taoism the descendants of King Ning practice?"

The neighbor in the valley thought for a moment and replied:

"The cultivator is 'True Qi'. There is even an [Anhuaitian] hidden in Taixu. At its peak, there were several Zifus. As for whether there is a true king, we don't know."

Li Xuanfeng thought for a moment, and then he and he raised their heads and looked to the east. Sure enough, they saw a piece of golden fairy light breaking through the magic mist, and the brilliance of various kinds of true energy and magic weapons were reflected on the blue water.

Neighbor Gurao slowly raised his head, looked thoughtfully, and said softly:

"It's the Golden Feather Sect."

Li Xuanfeng was certain in his mind, and activated the magic weapon with Lin Gu Rao at the same time, and sure enough, he heard Lin Gu Rao say:

"The real person is in Taixu. Why can't he check it? He ordered us to send an order to investigate. It must not be that simple. It turns out that it ended up here."

Both of them felt clear about this matter. Li Xuanfeng took a deep breath and then whispered:

"Why can't Zhenren Yuanxiu say it clearly in the name of investigation? I'm afraid the Jin Yu Sect doesn't want his family to know about this, so we have to be careful."

His words hinted at the discord between the factions. Neighbor Gu Rao nodded as he listened, with a look of approval on his face. The two of them rode the wind together, far behind the Golden Feather cultivators.

After just flying for a few miles, the magic light in the sky flickered, and a group of demon cultivators were actually fighting. Blood light and white light intertwined, black mist rolled, and blood rain scattered in the sky. Li Xuanfeng's doubts were somewhat solved, and Neighbor Valley Rao road:

"No wonder I didn't see a few patrolling demon cultivators when I came all the way here. It turns out there's something going on inside!"

Li Xuanfeng used his eye skills and looked into the demonic cloud. Sure enough, he saw that the sky was full of demonic cultivators fighting. The chaos had reached the extreme. Released light, demonic clouds, blood energy, and white smoke interacted with each other, creating a piece of magic light.

A few people at the top were fighting. A young man in black was holding a spear, with black energy swirling around it. His eyes were bright, his features were delicate, and his temperament was particularly outstanding. He was pointing his spear directly at the demon cultivator in front of him.

The demon cultivator on the other side had an ugly face and was surrounded by purple light. The clothes on his body were very luxurious and emitted a brilliant colored light. He looked like he was probably a direct descendant of the Murong family. The two of them seemed to have just fought each other, and they were preparing for each other.

Li Xuanfeng glanced at the gun-wielding boy, a feeling of familiarity came to his heart, and he squinted slightly:

‘Zhong Qian? ! ’

This person is none other than the young man Zhong Qian who led Li Xuanfeng into the cave! He entered the cave and disappeared ever since. Li Xuanfeng guessed that he would not end well, and he had not heard from him for many years.

"I never wanted to join the path of magic..."

He was suspicious, but he saw Murong Moxiu, surrounded by purple light, glanced at Zhong Qian and said in a low voice:

"Fellow Taoist... what kind of scene is this? You suddenly led people out of the battle, you must have obtained the permission of Jin Yu Qingchi... But you practice the magic way, how can Tounan end well?"

"But Murong En is blind and doesn't want to see a heroic young man like you! If you just give up here, I will personally introduce you to the Zi Mansion..."

Zhong Qian didn't respond to him. He stood with a gun. The rolling black clouds came towards him and rolled up the purple light. The two collided and scattered a piece of black smoke. Then he said:

"Murong Gong... this is also my first time fighting with "Zi Qi", why not show me some real skills!"

Li Xuanfeng watched the two of them fighting. The demon cultivators under their feet were attacking each other, and Shi Xiu also released golden light to attack. There was no sign of one side fighting against the other. Instead, they seemed to be seeking personal revenge and fighting in pairs. He just watched After taking a few glances, I quickly figured it out.

The forces in the north are extremely complex, including the Seven Phases of Buddhist Cultivators, various demonic cultivators, and even monks from the Zifu Golden Pill. Most of them are demonic cultivators recruited from nearby.

These people themselves are greedy and selfish, and they have a lot of hatred towards each other. They covet the things in each other's hands. Zhong Qian secretly gathered his troops to go south, but was intercepted by this person. However, the demon cultivators led by each had already fought together. Revenge when there is a grudge, revenge when there is a grievance, revenge when there is a grudge, and a desire for wealth, resulting in chaos.

After watching this for a while, Lingu Rao gradually understood the situation and whispered:

"Fellow Daoist Xuanfeng...it seems that there is a rebellion within the demon cultivator..."

"If there is no support from the Zi Mansion behind it, how can there be any rebellion?"

Li Xuanfeng responded quietly, and Lin Gurao replied:

"That's right! Could it be that the Golden Feather Sect is behind these demonic cultivators? This is really strange..."

Lingu Rao's doubts are not difficult to solve.

You must know that these demon cultivators eat human blood and take human elixirs. They can be said to be completely demonic in terms of their behavior and skills. What's more, these demon cultivators have killed countless Jiangnan monks. I hate this demon cultivator so much.

This was the case under Qingchi's rule. How could the aristocratic family under Jin Yu Zong's rule be any better? Jin Yu's aristocratic family was already powerful and had sacrificed countless lives in this war. How could the demon cultivator join them? Whose territory do these demon cultivators want to occupy under Jin Yu?

And at least in Jiangnan, all sects must maintain superficial morals no matter what their foundations are. Qingchi is already a demon sect in the eyes of various sects. They have to harvest blood in the name of fighting each other, and they dare not openly kill people and take blood. .

The reputation of the Jinyu Sect is much better than that of Qingchi. How can it be possible to recruit this group of rebellious demon cultivators under the eyes of everyone? It’s unjustifiable no matter what…

And from the perspective of this group of demon cultivators, the same is true. Taking refuge in Jin Yu is completely a no-brainer. Even if Jin Yu protects them for a while, they will still have to settle accounts when the war between the north and the south is over...

"Isn't it Jin Yu... But where are there so many monks from the Jin Yu Sect?"

"Qiang!"

The two of them watched for a few breaths, and the people of the Jinyu Sect could no longer sit still. The cloud boat quickly broke through the sky, and the clouds and mist covering the surface dissipated completely, and a large number of monks fell on both sides.

"Golden Feather Sect..."

These monks did not go to help Zhong Qian in the air, but dispersed into the demonic clouds, caught the demonic cultivators and started fighting with each other. While Murong Gong was being dragged, they accurately avoided Zhong Qian's followers, and surrounded and killed the demonic cultivators. build.

For a moment, the scene became even more chaotic, with screams and angry shouts coming one after another. Li Xuanfeng and his neighbor Gu Rao watched quietly in the air, only to hear a scream in the sky, and a demonic cloud flying from the north.

"Master Gao and Master Lue Jin's men are here!"

The man below shouted loudly, and then he saw a burst of scorching gas coming out. Zhong Qian's expression in the sky changed. He picked up his gun and retreated, exploding the leaping fire. The gun was already slightly red.

A person appeared in the air, wearing a dark red robe with black soles, and a golden jade belt around his waist. His eyes were deep and precise, and the boots on his legs were dark red. He was holding a horse in his hand, propped up in the clouds. , smiled and said:

"Is this the Murong family's ability? It seems that hundreds of years of adhering to the interpretation of the law have worn away the bones of the nobles!"

Murong Gong's face was not pretty, and his voice was cold and low:

"It's Lou Fangjing, why don't you come and try it yourself? Jing is a big talker."

The man in the dark red robe suddenly turned gloomy and said coldly:

"Murong Gong... My Gao family has the surname of Bei, which was changed by Emperor Wei Gong himself. It's just a matter of talking to a real person. Are you here to call me Lou? I don't know why..."

Murong Gong sighed and said with a smile:

"Okay, what a Gao surname. It's Lou Chongyang and Tuoba Changming who sold out my Donghu Sixteenth Clan and went to the Emperor of Wei Dynasty to seek wealth and honor, and they are still shameless!"

"The Yuan family has changed back to Tuoba, and your family is still complacent about it. It's so shameless!"

Gao Fangjing just looked at him coldly, paused with the horse in his hand, and said softly:

"My ancestors of the Gao family are descendants of the Zhou Dynasty, how can I be compared with you and others!"

While the two were talking, a monk stepped out of the air and stopped quietly next to Murong Gong. His face was covered with dense golden lines, his eyes were tightly closed, and his face was looking into the fog.

Li Xuanfeng listened quietly. Neighbor Gurao on the side felt a little uncomfortable and asked in a low voice:

"Xuan Feng, do you want to take action?"

"Wait a minute."

Li Xuanfeng pressed the long bow, and sure enough, he saw a person flying up from under his feet, with a solemn expression, wearing the clothes of the Jin Yu Sect. He stopped beside Zhong Qian, took out a thin golden sword from his arms, and held it upright. Jin Jian remained silent.

A few people stared intently at the monk whose face was covered with golden patterns. He opened his eyes and saw a dot of gold the size of a grain of rice in the white field, straight through the fog. He whispered:

"Two donors, please show up and see me."

Li Xuanfeng and his neighbor Gu Rao took a breath of silence, and the gauze as thin as a cicada's wings was put away, and their figures appeared in the air.

Zhong Qian originally looked at Li Xuanfeng with a wary look, but he stopped at Li Xuanfeng's attire. He looked at his appearance again, felt a little ashamed in his heart, and sighed secretly:

"It's Senior Xuanfeng!"

He had been promoted by Li Xuanfeng and had a deep impression on this senior. Although it may not have been Zifu's handiwork at this time, Li Xuanfeng had a great influence on him and it was a real deal to resolve his crisis.

Now that they met, it was as a demon cultivator, which made Zhong Qian feel a little ashamed.

‘Fortunately, we didn’t meet in the midst of a war...it’s a blessing among misfortunes. ’

The Taoist priest of Jin Yu Sect seemed not to have expected the appearance of these two people, and was very surprised, and gave a slight salute to them.

The demon cultivator's expression was much more exciting. Shi Xiu, whose face was covered with golden patterns, was observing him quietly. Murong Gong's expression was a bit complicated, with fear and hatred intertwined. His lips moved and he sneered:

"It's Lou Quanma! Your Wei Yi is here!"

Gao Fangjing didn't seem to hear the words in his mouth at all. He looked at Li Xuanfeng carefully, without saying a word, but he squeezed the horse in his hand tighter.

The atmosphere in the air became tense due to the appearance of the two men, until Murong Gongyin said:

"What are you two waiting for?"

"Bang!"

A radiance of mana suddenly exploded in the air. Shi Xiu, whose face was covered with golden patterns, put his hands together and clamped the scimitar of neighboring Gu Rao. Gao Fang Jingma Yang picked it up and surrounded the two people in front of him. The golden red real fire It spurted out, and the two of them had to lift their magic weapons to resist.

Murong Gong raised his eyebrows and met Li Xuanfeng's eyes. Bright lines lit up little by little from the man's chin. He slowly raised the long bow in his hand, and a little golden light fell on the string.

"Damn it!"

He stepped on the purple energy to close the distance, already secretly regretting it in his heart. If he had known that Li Xuanfeng and others were coming, Murong Gong would never provoke Gao Fangjing with words, but just now he thought he was in control, so he showed his disdain.

Although he looked down upon the Lou family and even looked down upon them, Gao Fangjing's strength was indeed superior to him, and he was the most suitable person to deal with Li Xuanfeng.

"It doesn't matter... the Lou family is a villain. No matter whether you provoke him or not, he will never take action."

A thought passed through his mind like lightning. His ears were ringing and his heart was hurting. He had no choice but to cast a spell and release a purple cloud, which he quickly fell into to resist the light of the arrow.

This is indeed the best response for him. Li Xuanfeng is now becoming more and more famous. The enemies he encounters will no longer accept his magic arrows at will. They will avoid and hide for the first time. There is no Gang Qi to detect the enemy. This purple Qi spell is very clever. , Li Xuanfeng couldn't find this person for a while.

But his expression did not change. He allowed Murong Gong to shrink his head, raised his long bow slightly, and let go of the golden string. The monk with a golden face beside him suddenly raised his head and coughed out blood.

The monk gently touched the hole in his chest and slowly closed it. While catching Neighbor Gurao's spell, he said in a loud voice:

"Fellow Taoist Murong..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Li Xuanfeng's golden bow pointed at Ziyun. The man looked over quietly. Murong Gong was in a dilemma, so he moved the purple cloud and rushed towards the neighbor Gurao.

"Master Luo Jin! You are not afraid of physical injuries, come and fight against this beast!"

Master Lue Jin did not look angry, the golden lines on his face flashed, and there was a gentle look in his eyes. He clasped his hands in front of his chest and said softly:

"I have a little gold at the White Horse Temple in [Damu Dharma Realm], and I have met the donor."

Li Xuanfeng took a closer look, and found that the man in front of him actually seemed to have a clear sense of magic power. He was completely different from the many monks he had seen before. He looked a bit like the guest at home, Kong Heng.

But when they met on the battlefield, there was no room for the two of them to talk. Li Xuanfeng still raised his bow, and the bright golden light condensed on the string. Luo Jin stared at the golden light closely, and said in a gentle voice:

"Yano is a weapon that hurts people, but it cannot be used to release the soil."