Li Xuanfeng and the two of them rode the wind down, smoke and dust rose from the top of the mountain, panicked monks ran around, and many natives were digging hard in the ruins, looking panicked, as if the sky was collapsing.
A building collapsed on the top of the island, and a piece of bluestone rubble in the middle could be vaguely seen that it was originally a tall temple, with blood on the ground and scarlet glaring.
Seeing the two falling, these monks seemed to understand something, crying all over the place, and ran towards the main hall in the center of the temple.
Li Qinghong's spiritual consciousness swept and spoke:
"Father Zhong, there is a lot of inspiration in the blood, and with such an amount, it cannot be the blood of a practitioner... It should be some blood pool... It was refined with magic."
When Li Xuanfeng stepped into the ruins, he saw a lotus flower shining brightly, and the gray-black dust was rising and falling, but under the golden light, it looked a bit sacred.
The high platform in the middle was broken in half, leaving only something the size of a grain of rice suspended in mid-air, this thing was white and crystal clear, surrounded by a circle of colored light, forming various illusions.
The lotus flowers on both sides emitted bursts of fragrant breath, knelt down a naked native, looked at the two of them with hatred, and cried all over the sky.
"The chalk is not dead."
Li Xuanfeng had already expected it, looking around, this person probably hadn't recovered from any injuries for several years, and after taking this arrow from the sky, he would naturally die no more.
The two of them had never seen this thing the size of a grain of rice in front of them, but they had heard some rumors, Li Qinghong looked at it vigilantly and said:
"This thing should be a relic... It seems that this monk still has something."
Li Xuanfeng glanced at it:
"How many years have I lived... It's cheap for him!"
This relic was quietly suspended in the air, and the middle-aged man was a little puzzled:
"It's strange, it stands to reason that Mu Tuo's mana is not much inferior to his, but this Yan Wu got the relic after death... When the two talked, they said what Qin Ling hosted and Qin Ling's Taoism, maybe these things are related."
Li Qinghong glanced at the lotus flower on the ground, this lotus flower was psychedelic and strange, many birds flew down, standing on the edge of this lotus flower in a daze, she said softly:
"It's just that this Zhao Shi's ability to tame mortals is really amazing, the natives of the entire island support him with flesh and blood, and they are loyal to him, and they love him with all their hearts."
Li Xuanfeng observed the relic and replied casually:
"Zhao Shi is like this, many monks still can't resist, let alone mortals."
Li Qinghong frowned slightly, her red lips opened slightly, and her mouth bloomed with spring thunder:
"Scold!"
In an instant, it was like thunder, shocking all the monks to faint, Li Qinghong picked it up casually, the mana was running, and everyone lined up neatly at the door of the hall.
Li Qinghong used his mana to wash away their memories just now, saving a mage from appearing decades later to seek revenge.
Li Xuanfeng raised his hand slightly, took out a jade bottle very carefully, and used his mana to pull the relic the size of a grain of rice to fly up and put it into the bottle.
The jade bottle suddenly became warm, and the turquoise belly of the bottle faintly lit up with a touch of muffled red, and with a sweep of spiritual sense, you could faintly hear the noisy cry and murmuring mantras, as if there were thousands of people in this bottle.
"It's really evil."
Li Xuanfeng took a few spiritual techniques up, but they were not very useful, so he had to take out a few higher-grade talismans and stick them on the bottle, which made him feel better.
As the relic was sealed in a bottle by Li Xuanfeng, the magic light and the colorful lotus flowers that were floating and floating all disappeared, and the temple, which was originally a bit sacred even when it collapsed, slowly dimmed, Li Xuanfeng used his mana to take a shot and fished out some magic weapons from the ruins.
When this monk was seriously injured by him for the first time, his body had already lost seven or eighty percent of his things, and the most valuable pair of long sticks had already been taken away by Li Xuanfeng, and these things in front of him were of little value.
Most of these magic weapons were gold and jade jewelry, which looked full of divine light, mainly some magic weapons that seduced people and imposed seals, and Li Xuanfeng put them away casually.
After carefully searching for a few circles on the island with Li Qinghong, he flew up with the wind and solved this evil beast, Li Xuanfeng was in a much better mood and had less scruples, and said jokingly:
"Maybe it's a Buddhist inheritance, which can be used to catch a few Zhao Shi."
Li Qinghong smiled and nodded, looking at the many monks shuttling back and forth on the mountain at his feet, frowning for a while, pinching the formula in his hand, and releasing a few purple thunderbolts.
"Boom!"
The thunder bombarded in turn, and immediately smashed all those temples, and the thunder and fire burst, burning the book inheritance in it to the ground, Li Qinghong said softly:
"It can only be done to this extent, after all, it was once operated by Master Zhao Shi, and if there are no casual practitioners willing to stop here... it may not be able to recover for hundreds of years..."
"I can't control so much..."
Li Xuanfeng shook his head, and the two of them crossed the sky, crossed the Zhu Huai Sea, changed several water veins, and fell all the way to Fenkuai Island.
Only then did they dive into the turquoise sea and fall into the market, Ning Heyuan was in seclusion and practice, so he did not come to greet him, the two arrived in the cave house, and the eldest brother of the Ning family had already waited in front of the stone gate of the cave house.
"Boss... A young monk came to the market and said he was looking for you."
"Young monk?"
Li Xuanfeng glanced back at him and asked:
"What cultivation? What's the name?"
"It is the foundation building cultivation... But he refused to say his name, only saying that he was a junior of Heshuihai."
"It seems to be Zhong Qian!"
Li Xuanfeng suddenly knew in his heart, and said to himself:
"Now that several years have passed, he has also broken through the foundation, and I don't know why he came to find me inexplicably... It's best to do something about Qingsong Temple...'
So he sat down in the cave and waved his hand and said:
"Let him come up!"
Ning Dingbo nodded and hurriedly went down, while Li Xuanfeng said to Li Qinghong:
"You go down first, this person's destiny is added, can you not see him or don't see him... I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble inexplicably."
Li Qinghong understood, bowed and stepped back, Li Xuanfeng took a jade slip, read it silently, and after a while, a young man quickly walked up from outside the cave house, dressed in an ink-colored robe, with his hair tied up, stopped in front of the cave house, and said respectfully:
"Junior Zhong Qian, meet the Taoist!"
"Come in."
Li Xuanfeng responded, he had heard about the deeds of several children of destiny, and seeing that Zhong Qian was now a foundation builder, he was still very polite, at least he did a good job on the surface, and sighed in his heart:
"It seems that there is also a big difference between fate and fate, this Zhong Qian... It's very different from the rumors I've heard..."
He thought for a moment and thought:
"If the true monarch did not rush back to the mountain, but walked step by step, I wonder what role this Zhong Qian played beside him?"