Daning Palace.
The sky in the Daning Palace was gloomy, there was a haze all around, the originally bright and beautiful lake water had now dried up, the earth cracked, and a few clouds occasionally flew in the air, which quickly dissipated.
The cliff in the center had collapsed, smashing most of the dry lake, and countless palaces and towers had collapsed and collapsed, covering the ground, creating a bleak scene.
Something happened in Anhuai Tianzhong, and a group of purple mansions fell into it, and even began to fight in the Daning Palace, and the fight was shaken, and in less than half a quarter of an hour, this place was turned into ruins.
Now that all the Maha of the Purple Mansion has entered, the pillar of light that reaches the sky and the earth does not know which Purple Mansion has left a hidden hand, and after entering, it will be beaten to pieces, and the Daning Palace will become a dismissive garbage, and no one will patronize it anymore, it will be gloomy and gloomy.
There was silence all around, Li Xuanfeng stepped down from the ruins of the palace, the ground was full of gravel, he pressed on the stone steps with one hand, pulled out the stone steps several feet wide, threw them at the other end, and let out a heavy roar.
Li Xuanfeng has been trapped here for a while, but he is not idle, there may be many spiritual objects in this collapsed palace that can be used.
After taking a closer look, he took out a bright silver lamp from the ruins, stroked the smoke and dust, and wrote large characters on the base:
"Gaoping Xi clan."
This lamp is just a qi training level thing, Li Xuanfeng looked at it, the craftsmanship is exquisite and generous, listening to Si Yuanli's voice from the side:
"When the Wei state fell, the cultivators went south and went all the way to the riverside, when most of the south of the river was the territory of the Chu state, and the King of Chu ordered the cultivators to stop in the north of the river and not continue to go south."
"Sima, Su, Xi, Xiao...... All the families met in Jiangbei and talked secretly for several days, led by Li and Jiang on both sides of the Jiajing River, to establish the country in Daning, to serve Wei Zhengshuo, and Xianjiao to be the upper sect of Wanling."
The roof of the collapsed hall was raised high, Si Yuanli sat cross-legged on it, he held his chin with one hand, looking a little leisurely:
"At that time, the view of the door was not important, and all the cultivators tried their best for the country, and Ning Guo made the King of Chu very jealous, and he was always quite hostile to the surnames who came later..."
After Li Xuanfeng listened for a while, the Gaoping Xi clan on the lamp holder in his hand was shining, and he said softly:
"I heard that the patriarch of the [Pure One] Sect is the Xi family..."
"It's the Gaoping Xi clan."
Si Yuanli replied:
"That person who was listening outside the Chongming Hall can only be counted as half of the Taoist system, but the more he lacks, the more he cares.
Li Xuanfeng nodded slightly, Si Yuanli held back for a while, and said softly:
"Taoist friends guessed right, my family's original surname is Sima, they are a northern noble family, and there was already a purple mansion built in the Zhou Dynasty.
"It turns out that the origin of the inheritance..."
Li Xuanfeng responded to him, and Si Yuanli sighed in a low voice:
"The surnames of the north and south have been passed down to this day, looking around, whose ancestor was not a prince or general, so it's okay not to mention it. Future generations are unworthy."
Li Xuanfeng was slightly silent, at least Wei Li, who was recognized by the elements, saw Si Yuanli silent for a moment, and said softly:
"My ancestors once stationed the riverbank for the Wei state, which is why this volume of [Huaijiang Map] was painted by Cui Yan, the true king of Shangyao at that time... It is a first-class Purple Mansion ancient spiritual weapon."
Li Xuanfeng was slightly stunned in his heart, and asked softly:
"Ancient Spirit Weapon... It looks like it is still an ancient spiritual weapon for defense and suppression, I don't know how it compares to [Xin You Huai Ze Yin]?"
"This..."
Si Yuanli thought for a while, shook his head and replied:
"But they can't compare, not to mention that different spiritual weapons don't look the same in different hands, in short, these two spiritual weapons are very terrifying."
Li Xuanfeng suddenly remembered the [Zhige] and [Quyun] in Yu Muxian's hand back then, and when he saw that he was talking about sex, he asked casually:
"How about [Stopping Ge] and [Quyun]?"
"Hahahahaha!"
Si Yuanli let out a hearty laugh, raised his eyebrows disdainfully, and replied:
"Fellow Taoist is really joking! [Zhige] and [Quyun] are imitations of Yuanwu, [Zhige] imitates the [Buyue] of the Xiuyue Sect, and [Quyun] imitates the [Tianjue] of the Jukui Temple, which is still a bit lacking compared to ordinary spiritual weapons, compare these two things with ancient spiritual weapons?"
He hesitated for two breaths on the ruins, as if looking for a suitable metaphor, took out an ordinary magic sword from his storage bag, and pointed:
"This thing is also from Yuan Wufeng, it is said to be the foundation building level, at a glance it is piled up little by little by polishing day and night with a lot of qi training, it is only stained with the foundation building, there is a foundation building appearance and quality, the magic is not at all."
Li Xuanfeng took a closer look, and it was indeed as he said, so he nodded, and Si Yuanli smiled:
"Daoist comparing this thing with Fuchen Feng's [Wall Water Pill], it's almost the difference between those two imitations and ancient spiritual weapons!"
He passed these words like lightning in his heart, and keenly caught one of the sentences:
"[Zhige] imitates the [Buyue] of the Xiuyue Sect..."
Li Xuanfeng remembered that sentence very deeply, vaguely that Xiao Xianyou, the ancestor of the Xiao family, was once known as the Golden Pill Seed, and was killed by a magic weapon that looked like [Zhige]!
"Tang Yuanwu had such strength at that time, not to mention... [Stop Ge] has not yet been practiced, so it is the spiritual weapon [Bu Yue]..."
"Xiao Xianyou was killed by the Xiuyue Sect! Shangyuan? Or who?"
Li Xuanfeng did not give birth to curiosity out of thin air, Xiao Chuting's actions were difficult to figure out, and his position had nowhere to inferve, if he could get the news of Xiao Xianyou, he might be able to get Xiao Chuting's general position, and he would also have a basis for judging the situation in the future.
"These direct talents and resources are already a hundred times better than ordinary people, and most of them are not much worse in their hearts... It has monopolized these situations and relationships... Ordinary people are confused... being manipulated at will..."
The two were silent for a while, the sky above their heads had turned light blue, and they could vaguely see the bright brilliance coming in, shining brightly above their heads, as if they were at the bottom of the lake.
"Losing the magical power of Qiushui Zhenren, and being ravaged by all the Purple Mansions, Daning Palace finally can't hold on!"
Si Yuanli let out a sigh and said with a smile:
"Just wait for a while, and you can leave this hellish place!"
……
"Boom!"
Purple thunder was in the air, the momentum was terrifying, Li Qinghong's mana thunder had turned bright purple, and every feather on the feather robe lit up with bright colors.
She killed all the way regardless of the cost and loss, and rescued several ferries several times, preferring to be injured to save time, and immediately activated the [Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow] in her body.
At this moment, the mana in her body surged, the thunder pool set off bursts of thunderstorms, her eyes were purple hazy, the silver-white spear pointed straight, the light flashed, and the silver-white thunder emerged from the palm of her hand and fell with a rumble.
Li Ximing was beside four northern cultivators, three were the Purple Mansion Golden Pill Dao who had taken the blood and blood, and the remaining one was an orthodox demon cultivator from the same furnace in a different house.
The three Zifu Jindan monks who had taken the blood were fine, but they were shaken and unable to move, and the remaining orthodox demon cultivators seemed to have fallen alive into boiling oil, and the robes on their bodies exploded, and large and small bubbles appeared on the skin underneath, and the blood vessels burst, and billowing black smoke came out.
His eyes burst out of his eyes, like two rotten fruits, exploded with a bang in mid-air, a piece of blood evaporated cleanly, and his body melted like wax, revealing the white bones on his elbows.
"Xuan Lei!"
Li Ximing was shocked, although he was also the most restricted in the confrontation between Li Ximing just now, he was often sweating profusely by his bright light, restraining his hands and feet, but in the end, Thunder was the best at slaying demons, and he was the first in Thunder, so naturally he couldn't compare.
Li Qinghong came all the way to see many demon cultivators, Xing's eyes moved, and he could see that this person's body was probably trained by the demonic path sacrifice.
She approached with thunder, the purple gun shadow penetrated into the magic smoke, and while the silver-white thunder was still echoing in the air, the purple light flew in with the bird shadow, and did not stab at the demon cultivator whose body was melting, but turned to pick up a person in the air.
Li Qinghong saved several ferries, and had already figured out the thoughts of these people, the seriously injured demon cultivator was not in a hurry to kill him, and let him go, but it could attract many monks to surround and kill, reducing the pressure on the formation.
She thought in her heart, but this monk was crying out in pain, the mana in his body was still vibrating, but he had to reluctantly urge the magic weapon to resist, and his heart trembled:
"This southern demon path... There is actually a thunder law Taoist system? Why work with the demons!"
He pinched the spell and saw a round shield rushing in the air, buzzing and shaking, although it had a brilliance, but the quality was average, and it arrived in front of him, but the purple-white gun arrived:
"Clang!"
The purple thunder exploded on this round shield, and the magic weapon was pumped hard, almost flying out, hot and shining, and a cloud of black smoke rose, but Li Qinghong's spear did not stop and stabbed again.
At this moment, a bright light fell, and the familiar power of suppression came again, and the bright light on the ceiling rose again, and the magnificent white pass rose again.
Fighting with such a majestic and thunderous monk was originally a matter of fear and distraction for a moment, this northern cultivator was only half a beat slower, and a thunderbolt had already exploded, enlarging in his pupils.
"Poof!"
Li Qinghong had experienced hundreds of battles, and he had so much experience in fighting, a shot flashed, the vestment on his body was just like a layer of thick leather, it shattered with a bang, and the spear had already passed through his chest, bringing out a piece of blood.
At this moment, the magic weapons of the remaining demon cultivators came one after another, but they were suppressed by Huang Yuan Guan one by one, this person was pierced through his chest by the spear, his face turned pale, one end was spitting blood, and the other was suppressing the thunder in his body and retreated.
Li Qinghong returned the gun, the [Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow] in his body was urged, purple thunder stepped into the air under the boots, the spear pointed diagonally, his eyes were like electricity, and he scolded coldly:
"Get out!"
The silver and white thunder rippled with her words, pushing several people a few steps away, Li Ximing slightly released the suppressive power of [Huangyuan Pass] at the right time, and the three magic weapons flew out in a hurry, and the three of them retreated one after another as if they had been granted amnesty.
As for the demon cultivator who was beaten until his body melted before, how could he dare to stay longer? It had already turned into a burst of black smoke and escaped for several miles, and was being chased by several other magic lights and running desperately, all the way to the depths of the north.
Li Qinghong stepped back, a muffled thunder, the purple electricity had already fallen beside Li Xizhi, looking back, the cultivators suddenly felt frightened and retreated together.
Li Xizhi had been dealing with the five of them for so long, which showed his superb cultivation in the spell, and he took the opportunity to regain his breath, and when he saw Li Qinghong coming back alone, his expression was slightly gloomy.
Li Qinghong's purple thunder protected him behind him, the Xuan Punishment Order hovered, Du Ruo's spear was silver white, the bird green feathers were scorching, the thunder was already terrifying, and the cultivation of many years in the later stage of foundation building was even more dazzling with the blessing of [Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow], causing everyone to change color.
"Lei Xiu..."
The five of them besieged for a long time, but they didn't catch anything, and they were still a little reluctant to part with it, until the mysterious punishment order in Li Qinghong's hand released the light, and then they dispersed.
Li Qinghong exhaled slightly, looking further away, a stream of light was still rapidly gathering, more and more brilliance flowing, Li Xizhi approached her and said softly:
"Auntie, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."
The situation became more and more obvious, even though the heavenly foundation was worried, they did not fight with all their might, and even most of them were still fighting each other, but there were more and more fetal breaths and qi training pouring out from under their feet...
What's more, there are still some casual cultivators from the north who have no background, and some of them are really quite strong, still waiting and seeing, looking ready to move.
"What is the good thing about the formation of the Qingchi Sect here, even if these foundation builders don't make a move, each demon cultivator who goes south has one spell... I will also tear these formations apart."
Once the large formation under his 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 and tried my best to hold on for a while... There may be a turnaround."
After she said this, she turned to look north, the purple light in Xing's eyes dimmed, but the bright purple thunder on her robe was still jumping, intimidating the demons in the air.
A burst of black clouds stood out little by little from the magic smoke, slowly approaching, but it did not look demonic, but had a different mysterious taste.
Li Ximing frowned slightly, the immortal foundation broke through the sky, transforming into a huge Ming Pass in the air, the fiery brilliance shone over, and a man in black appeared.
He was dressed decisively and capablely, his face was slightly pale, he stood with his hands on his back, his eyebrows were sharp, his two gray eyes looked at him quietly, stepping on two black clouds and slowly approaching, holding a white talisman in his hand, and stopping in front of him unhurriedly.
"Fellow Taoist, we meet again."