Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Daning Palace.

The sky in Daning Palace was gloomy, and there was a haze all around. The once clear and beautiful lake has now dried up, the earth is cracked, and a few clouds occasionally fly through the sky, and they quickly dissipate.

The cliff in the center has collapsed, covering most of the dry lake. Countless palaces and towers have collapsed, covering the ground, creating a bleak scene.

Something happened in the Anhuai sky, and a group of Zifu fell into it and started fighting. They even started fighting in Daning Palace. The fight was so shocking that in less than half a quarter of an hour, the place was reduced to ruins. If it weren't for There have been people protecting it before and after, and I am afraid it is possible to smash it to pieces.

Now that all the Mahas of the Purple Mansion have entered, the pillar of light that penetrates the sky and the earth has been secretly hidden by someone in the Purple Mansion. After entering, it was smashed to pieces. Daning Palace has become a piece of trash that is ignored, and no one will visit it anymore. It was dark and gloomy.

There was silence everywhere. Li Xuanfeng stepped down from the ruins of the palace. The ground was full of rubble. He pressed his hand on the stone steps, pulled out the stone steps several feet wide, and threw them at the other end, making a heavy roar. .

Li Xuanfeng was trapped here for some time, but he was not idle. There might be many spiritual objects in this collapsed palace that could be used.

After looking carefully, he took out a bright silver lamp from the ruins and wiped away the smoke. There were large characters written on the base:

"Gaoping Xi family."

This lamp was just a Qi training level thing. Li Xuanfeng looked at it and found that the craftsmanship was exquisite and elegant. He heard Si Yuanli's voice coming from the side:

"When the Wei Kingdom fell, the cultivators went south and reached the river. At that time, most of the territory south of the river was the territory of the Chu Kingdom. The King of Chu ordered the cultivators to stop in the north of the river and not to continue going south."

"Sima, Su, Xi, Xiao... all the families met in the north of the Yangtze River and held secret talks for several days. With Li and Jiang on both sides of the Jiajiang River as the leaders, they established the country of Daning, worshiped Wei Zhengshuo, and established the Immortal Sect as the Wanling Sect."

The roof of the collapsed hall was raised high. Si Yuanli sat cross-legged on it. He held his chin in one hand and looked a little leisurely:

"At that time, the views of the clan were not important, and all the cultivators tried their best to serve the country. The king of Ning State was very afraid of Chu, and he was always hostile to the people who came from behind..."

After Li Xuanfeng listened for a while, the Gaoping Xishi on the lamp holder in his hand shone brightly, and he said softly:

"I heard that the founding founder of [Chun Yi Dao] sect is the Xi family..."

"It is Gaoping Xi."

Si Yuanli replied:

"The person who was listening outside the Chongming Hall can only be regarded as half of the Taoist lineage, but the more things are missing, the more I care about it. I heard that the person who regards himself as the Qingsongguan Taoist lineage all his life is just like the Taoism, and he is obsessed with it all day long. "

Li Xuanfeng nodded slightly, while Si Yuanli held on for a while and said softly:

"Fellow Taoist, you guessed it right. Our family's surname is Sima. We are from a wealthy family in the north. The Zi Mansion was already established during the Zhou Dynasty. When the Wei Dynasty was destroyed, it went all the way south and finally stopped in the south of the Yangtze River."

"It turns out that the inheritance is the origin..."

Li Xuanfeng responded to him, and Si Yuanli sighed in a low voice:

"The surnames in the north and south have been passed down to this day. If you look around, you will find that your ancestors were not princes, generals and ministers. It's okay not to mention them. When you mention them, you will sigh, and it is nothing more than saying...the descendants are unworthy."

Li Xuanfeng was slightly silent. At least he was Wei Li who was recognized by the element. Then he saw Si Yuanli was silent for a moment and said softly:

"The ancestors once guarded the river bank for the Wei State, and that's why this volume [Huaijiang Pictures] was created. It was painted by Cui Yan, the True Lord of Shang Yao at that time... It is the first-class ancient spiritual weapon of Zifu."

Li Xuanfeng was slightly startled and asked softly:

"The ancient spiritual weapon... looks like it is still an ancient spiritual weapon for defense and suppression. I wonder how it compares to the [Xin You Lu Ze Seal]?"

"this…"

Si Yuanli thought about it for a while, shook his head and replied:

"But they can't compare. What's more, different spiritual weapons don't look the same in the hands of different people. In short, the power of these two spiritual weapons is very terrifying."

Li Xuanfeng suddenly remembered the [Zhi Ge] and [Qui Yun] in Yu Muxian's hands back then. Seeing that he was in the midst of his conversation, he asked casually:

"How does it compare to [Zhi Ge] and [Qui Yun]?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Si Yuanli let out a hearty laugh, raised his eyebrows disdainfully, and replied:

"Fellow Taoist, you are really joking! [Zhi Ge] and [Qui Yun] are imitations of Yuanwu. [Zhi Ge] imitates the [Bu Yue] from the Xiu Yue Sect, and [Qui Yun] imitates the Oulu Temple." The [Celestial Owl] is somewhat inadequate compared to ordinary spiritual weapons, how about comparing these two things with ancient spiritual weapons?"

He hesitated for a few breaths on the ruins, as if looking for a suitable metaphor. He took out an ordinary magic sword from his storage bag and pointed at it:

"This thing also comes from Yuanwu Peak. It is said to be at the foundation building level. At first glance, it is built bit by bit through a lot of Qi training day and night. It is only slightly related to the foundation building. It has the appearance and quality of the foundation building. There is no magic at all.”

The thing in his hand was something that the direct descendants of the Immortal Sect refused to use. Li Xuanfeng took a closer look and found that it was indeed what he said, so he nodded. Si Yuanli smiled and said:

"Comparing this thing with Fu Chenfeng's [Bishui Dan], fellow Taoist, the difference between those two imitations and the ancient spiritual weapon is almost the same!"

He went through these words in his mind like lightning, and keenly caught one of the sentences:

"[Zhi Ge] is imitated from the Xiu Yue Sect's [Bu Yue]..."

When Yu Muxian sacrificed [Zhi Ge], Tang Shedu ridiculed him, which made Xiao Yongling change his color. Li Xuanfeng remembered that sentence very well. It was vaguely that the ancestor of the Xiao family, Xiao Qianyou, was once known as the golden elixir seed, and was... Zhi Ge] Beat him to death with a magical weapon!

"Not to mention whether Tang Yuanwu had such strength at that time... [Zhi Ge] had not yet been mastered. In other words, it was the spiritual weapon [Bu Yue]..."

"Was Xiao Qianyou killed by the Xiuyue Sect! Shangyuan? Or who?"

Li Xuanfeng did not get curious out of thin air. Xiao Chuting's actions were difficult to fathom, and his position could not be inferred. If he could get information about Xiao Qianyou, he might be able to get a rough idea of ​​Xiao Chuting's position, and he would be able to judge the situation in the future. There is also a basis for this.

"The talents and resources of these direct descendants are already a hundred times greater than those of ordinary people, and most of them are not much worse in character... They have monopolized these situations and relationships... leaving ordinary people confused... and being manipulated at will..."

Li Xuanfeng thought a little deeper, and Si Yuanli seemed to be touched by the "Huaijiang Picture". The two were silent for a while. The sky above their heads had turned light blue, and the bright light could be vaguely seen. The light shines brightly above your head, as if you are at the bottom of a lake.

"Having lost Master Qiu Shui's magical power and being tortured by all the Zi Mansion, Daning Palace finally can't hold on!"

Si Yuanli took a breath and said with a smile:

"Just wait for a while and you can leave this hellish place!"

…

"Boom!"

Purple thunder filled the air with a terrifying momentum. Li Qinghong's magical thunder had turned into bright purple, and every feather on his feathers lit up with bright colors.

She fought all the way regardless of the cost or loss, and rescued several ferries several times. She would rather be injured to save time, and she immediately activated the "Dangerous Bird in the Sky" in her body.

At this moment, the mana in her body was surging, and thunderstorms were set off in the thunder pool. Her eyes were dim, and the silver-white spear was pointed directly at her. The light flashed, and six orders of silver-white thunder emerged from her palm and fell with a roar.

There were four northern cultivators beside Li Ximing, three of them were Jindan Dao from Zifu who had conquered the blood energy, and the remaining one was an orthodox demon cultivator from another mansion. Silver-white thunder exploded, and they suddenly howled miserably.

The three golden elixir cultivators from the Purple Mansion who had taken the blood were still fine and could not move due to the shock. The remaining orthodox demon cultivator seemed to have fallen into the boiling oil alive. His robes exploded, and large and small boils appeared on the skin underneath. Blisters, blood vessels burst, billowing black smoke.

His eyes burst out of his eyes, like two rotten fruits, exploding with a bang in the air. A piece of blood evaporated cleanly, and his body turned like wax, revealing the white bones of his elbows.

"Xuan Lei!"

Li Ximing was shocked by what he saw. Although he was the most restricted person in the confrontation with Li Ximing just now. He was often sweating profusely and restrained by his bright light, but after all, Lei Lei was the best at slaying demons, and Xuan Lei was the best among the thunder. Of course it can't be compared.

Li Qinghong met many demon cultivators along the way. His almond-shaped eyes moved and he could see clearly that most likely this person's body was obtained through demonic sacrifices. On weekdays, a diamond is indestructible, but when it encounters Xuan Lei, it becomes like tofu. Just beat it to pieces.

She approached with lightning, and the purple spear shadow penetrated into the magic smoke. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the silver-white thunder was still reverberating in the air, the purple light flew in along with the bird shadow, and did not stab the demon cultivator whose body was melting, but Instead, he knocked down someone in the air.

Li Qinghong had rescued several ferries and had already figured out the thoughts of these people. He was not in a hurry to kill the seriously injured demon cultivator and just let him go. Instead, he attracted many cultivators to surround him and reduce the pressure on the formation.

She thought in her mind, but the monk was complaining incessantly, and the magic power in his body was shaking, but he had to forcefully activate the magic weapon to resist, and her heart was trembling:

"This Southern Demonic Path...actually also has the Thunder Method Tradition? Why work with the Demonic Sect!"

He cast a spell and saw a round shield flying through the air, buzzing and shaking. Although it had a brilliance, its quality was ordinary. When it arrived in front of him, the purple-white gun arrived:

"Qiang!"

Purple thunder exploded on the round shield, and the magic weapon was hit hard and almost flew backwards. It was hot and shiny, and a cloud of black smoke rose up. Li Qinghong's spear did not stop and stabbed again.

At this moment, a bright brilliance spread, the familiar suppressive force came again, the bursts of bright light on the zenith, and the magnificent white pass rose again.

Fighting against such a monk with such majestic voice and surging thunder is a matter of fear and cannot be distracted for a moment. The Beixiu was suppressed in this way. He was only half a beat slower. A thunder had already exploded and dilated in his pupils. .

"puff!"

Li Qinghong has experienced hundreds of battles and has rich fighting experience. With a flash of a spear, his cassock was just like a layer of thick leather and shattered with a crash. The spear had already penetrated his chest, bringing out a bloody spray.

At this moment, the magic weapons of the other demon cultivators came one after another, but they were restrained by Huang Yuanguan one by one. The man was pierced through the chest with a spear, his face turned pale, he was vomiting blood, and the other was suppressing the body. Thunder stepped back.

Li Qinghong returned the gun, and the "Dangerous Bird in the Sky" in his body was activated. Purple thunder stepped into the air under his long boots. He pointed his spear slantingly, his eyes were like lightning, and he shouted in a cold voice:

"roll!"

Silver-white thunder rippled along with her words, pushing several people away a few steps. Li Ximing slightly released the suppressive power of [Huangyuan Pass] at the right time, and three magic weapons flew out in a hurry. The three of them retreated one after another as if they had received an amnesty. .

As for the demon cultivator who was beaten until his body melted, how could he dare to stay longer? It had already turned into a puff of black smoke and fled several miles away. It was being chased by several other demonic lights and running wildly, all the way to the depths of the north.

Li Qinghong stepped back with his gun, there was a muffled thunder sound, and Zidian had already fallen beside Li Xizhi. Looking back, all the cultivators felt frightened and all retreated.

Li Xizhi has been dealing with the five people for so long, which shows his superb cultivation in magic. He took the opportunity to adjust his breath and regain his energy. When he saw Li Qinghong coming back alone, his expression was slightly gloomy.

Li Qinghong's purple thunder protected him behind him, the Mysterious Punishment Order hovered, Du Ruo's gun was silver-white, and the bird's green feathers were gleaming. The thunder was already terrifying, but with the blessing of the "Dangerous Bird in the Sky", the years of cultivation in the later stages of foundation building made it even more terrifying. It's eye-catching and makes everyone change their color.

"Lei Xiu..."

The female cultivator of the Mu De line was shocked and in disbelief. The five of them besieged her for a long time and found nothing. They were still reluctant to leave. It was not until the Mysterious Punishment Order in Li Qinghong's hand emitted light that they dispersed.

Li Qinghong exhaled slightly and looked further away. The escaping light was still gathering rapidly, and more and more brilliance was flowing. Li Xizhi approached her and whispered:

"Auntie, I'm afraid I can't hold on anymore."

The situation is becoming more and more obvious. Even though the foundation builders in the sky have concerns and are not fighting with all their strength, and most of them are even fighting each other, there are more and more fetal breaths and practicing qi coming from under their feet...

What's more, those who are coming are still some casual cultivators with no background in the north. Some of them who are really capable are still waiting and watching, looking like they are ready to make a move.

"The Qing Po Sect's formations here are not good at all. Even if these foundations are not built, the magic cultivators from the south will tear these formations apart with one person and one spell."

Once the formation under their feet was shattered and a group of monks swarmed down, it would no longer make sense for everyone to defend here. Li Qinghong nodded silently and said softly:

"I got some news. I'll try my best to hold on for a while... maybe there will be a turn for the better."

After saying this, she turned to look to the north. The purple light in her almond eyes dimmed, but the bright purple thunder on her robes still danced, deterring the demons in the sky.

A burst of black clouds emerged from the magic smoke, and slowly approached, but it did not appear to be full of demonic energy, but had a different kind of mysterious smell.

Li Ximing frowned slightly, and the Immortal Base rose into the air, transforming into a huge bright barrier in the air. The fiery light shone over, and a man in black appeared.

He was dressed decisively and smartly, with a slightly pale complexion. He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows were sharp, and his two gray eyes looked quietly. He slowly approached behind two black clouds, holding a white talisman in his hand. Stop slowly in front of you.

"Fellow Taoist, we meet again."