Chapter 570 Departure

Yanshan Pass.

Li Qinghong had only been practicing in Guanzhong for a few months, and Qingchi's order arrived immediately, reaching the hands of Zhao Tinggui at Yuehu Peak in Guanzhong. This man rode the wind to Guanzhong, with a group of people behind him.

Li Qinghong came out of the cave to greet him. Zhao Tinggui waved people to stop in front of the palace and entered the palace alone. His face was quite calm and he was wearing white clothes. Li Qinghong guessed that he was feeling depressed at the moment and said softly:

"Stop and return, fellow Taoist."

"I don't dare...Senior, you are too polite."

Zhao Tinggui's Yanshangguan foundation building had been mobilized, and he went to claim that Shuiling would be damaged to an unknown extent, which greatly increased the pressure on him. He also had to explain to the families and factions of these monks. It was a mindless thing.

How will you explain to these people when your manpower is gone? As a result, a new tune was needed to build the foundation, and it was Zhao Tinggui who offended others. If he didn't dare to hate Qingchi, how could he not dare to hate Zhao Tinggui?

He had a character that would not offend anyone, but when he was forced to do such a thing, he was naturally very irritated, but he still said politely:

"After receiving the order from the sect, I sent you all to go forward. I read the order and was very anxious, so I came over quickly."

Li Qinghong responded, and Zhao Tinggui sighed:

"You must not shirk the orders within the sect. Please take care of yourself, senior. After all... Now that we share weal and woe, my junior brother died in battle. I really don't want anything to happen again."

Li Qinghong nodded and simply replied:

"I'm going to the north now. Yue Xiang, please take care of me, fellow Taoist."

She went to the north not knowing who would lead her, nor how dangerous it would be. She was already prepared to turn back at that point. She was worried about Li Yuexiang, so after asking another question, Zhao Ting returned and said seriously:

"Senior, don't worry, Tinggui has always treated her as someone from the top of his mountain..."

Seeing that Li Qinghong still had worries between his brows, Zhao Tinggui paused and said in a deep voice:

"Ting Gui's parents died young. Although he does not claim to be a good person, the brothers in Feng Nei regard him as his own brothers. Since he made a promise to the nobles, he will definitely fulfill it."

Li Qinghong could only let him say that the news given by the order was very urgent and there was no time to delay. He left the cave, called out Li Wushao and Kong Heng, and flew towards Bianyan Mountain.

Kong Heng spoke less and less in recent years, and still practiced silently, while Li Wushao had a stern face as usual. Only then did Li Qinghong have the opportunity to talk to him in detail, and said softly while riding the wind:

"As for the matter of White Snake Valley... Neighbor Valley Lan Yingduo is apologetic. After all, we need to be in love..."

"grown ups."

Li Wushao was stunned for a moment, then he understood and said in a hoarse voice:

"I, the Snake, are different from humans. I don't care whether two people are happy or not. If you can't arouse desire after smelling the breath, it means you can't. Even if we are deeply in love, the body should not be empty talk. There is no talk of two people being happy. Sir, you are worrying too much."

These words were beyond Li Qinghong's expectation. She was stunned for a moment, and Li Wushao said calmly:

"When I was in the East China Sea, I had already seen this. The upper-level white snake in Lushui had a difficult time giving birth and had more than a hundred wives and concubines. The lower-level female water-gray snake and Fushui black snake were white snakes, dogs and horses, and gave birth to as many children as sand."

"It's okay when the cultivation level is high... When the cultivation level is low, even if the two snakes are in love, all it takes is a slight call from the white snake, and he immediately loses his mind and runs away to become his wife and concubine."

Li Wushao's expression was a little complicated, as if he had a lot of words accumulated in his chest, and he said in a muffled voice:

"Until I became the foundation, I still had the idea of ​​​​blood... My father once said... It's fine for a hook snake like me to be ignorant. However, I have a mind like a human, but I can't resist the body. This is the greatest sorrow. .”

Li Qinghong lowered his eyebrows as he listened, not knowing how to comfort him. Li Wushao whispered:

"Even if the two people are in love, when they turn into their own bodies, the smell of each other will immediately turn off their appetite, and they will feel uncontrollably disgusted in their hearts! This is the case for me, a demon."

After he said this, Kong Heng beside him finally opened his eyes and said in a low voice:

"Not only demons, but humans may not be transcendent either."

Kong Heng's words reminded Li Qinghong of her own eldest son. She thought about it secretly and fell silent. Li Wushao stopped talking.

This incident was just a minor episode in the world of Hook Snake, but it made Li Wushao feel a little embarrassed when his neighbor Lan Ying visited him in person. Talking about it now made the old demon feel much more relaxed.

The few people rode the wind and soon fell into the mountains. The cultivators were almost there, and they could see many familiar faces at a glance.

Li Qinghong raised his head, and saw the middle-aged man at the top with black hair and golden clothes, sharp eyebrows, and a fierce profile, as if he was about to turn into a tiger and leopard and pounce on him at the next moment.

Golden brilliance flowed on his body, and his broad and powerful palms held an exaggerated golden bow. He stood quietly on the stone platform alone, with the direct descendants of the Immortal Sect beside him bowing their heads, and various clans building foundations to worship.

"Father Zhong..."

The appearance in his memory almost brought Li Qinghong back to a few decades ago, when his father Li Xuanling was still alive and Li Xuanfeng was still the most talented monk in the clan, having just broken through and emerged with high spirits.

She followed her eldest brother Li Yuanxiu up the mountain, and her second brother Li Yuanjiao smiled and talked about Li Xuanfeng's amazing archery skills. Even before she saw anyone, Li Qinghong was already admiring him.

She lowered her eyes and thought secretly:

"Father Zhong may have another breakthrough."

…

Li Xuanfeng waited in the mountain for a while, and Zhu Xiu was soon ordered to arrive. He glanced briefly and saw that Li Qinghong and others were all here. The White Snake and the woman on the other side should be Neighbor Lanying.

On the other end were several monks from the Ning family and two disciples from Yuehu Peak, as well as several guest ministers transferred back from the East China Sea and the South China Sea by Qingchi, and three people sent by the Jinyu Sect. In total, there were sixteen foundation builders.

As for practicing Qi Fei Breath, they are naturally dispatched from the mountains. The number of these people is not large. Firstly, they are of little use in fighting. Secondly, Qingchi is unwilling to send out disciples from the sect. After years of continuous torment under the rule, it is really difficult. I can’t adjust the Qi Fei Breath.

"Midnight is approaching, please follow me on my journey."

Li Xuanfeng whispered instructions, and his family members naturally responded. The people sent by Qingchi Jinyu and Qingchi Jinyu were all guest guests, and they were old people from all over the country. They all gave him face and came to him respectfully.

He took out the Ning family's jade boat from his sleeve, which was Ning Wan's [Changbi Liuyun Boat]. He lightly paused in the air and immediately turned into a large boat, and everyone fell into it one after another.

Next to him, Ning Heyuan was a step behind him. He flew up in the wind with him, threw a piece of gauze from his sleeve, and covered everyone's figure. Then he smiled and said:

"Everyone, please tell me."

Li Xuanfeng had been watching for a while. The few guests sent by Qingchi were all naturalized monks from the East China Sea, and their strength was average. However, the monks from the East China Sea at least had experience in dealing with demon cultivators and were better at life-saving techniques.

Although these people have little fighting power, they can still hold back several demon cultivators.

Only the three sent by the Jinyu Sect were interesting. One of them had a talisman sword on his back and called himself Zhuang Cheng, a monk from the Guyan Desert. The other was an old man over two hundred years old who said he was also from Guyan and his name was Lin Shouye.

Only the last one was an old Taoist priest who seemed to be just here to make up for the numbers. He seemed to have just broken through the foundation. He had a vague aura and called himself Gu Yan Bai Yinzi, with a bitter look on his face.

There are some differences between Jinyu and Qingchi. The Jinyu Sect has looser control over martial arts and Suiyuan Dan, and the exploitation from below is much looser. It also has more restrictions on mergers and acquisitions. There are many large-scale sects that have lasted for hundreds of years. The number of Qi practitioners in the family obviously exceeds that of Qingchi.

What's more, the families in Qingchi have not yet recovered from the struggle and persecution before Chi Wei's death. The previous geniuses were eaten up, and the subsequent geniuses refused to be sent to Qingchi at will. The number of bases varies greatly.

"As for the rumors, most of the Yue Kingdom's orthodox disciples are from the Sixth Son of the Zizhong Ming Palace. They are more outstanding, and the competition is particularly fierce. Therefore, the ones who stand out are often better than the Wu Kingdom... I don't know if it is true or not, but looking at the two people in front of me... their strength is pretty good. "

Li Xuanfeng thought about it, and Li Qinghong and others introduced themselves, but Bai Yinzi's eyes lit up, he came closer to Li Qinghong and whispered:

"Several adults, Xiaoxiu is a monk from the Guyan Temple...Senior Donghe came here back then! He also stayed there for a long time..."

Li Qinghong immediately understood that this was where her family collected [Jinyang Huangyuan], but she had never seen the person in front of her, and it was hard to judge, so she could only nod and forget it.

Seeing how polite she was, Bai Yinzi had no choice but to sit down again and listen to the conversation among the people in the boat.

Jin Yu and others also have rich experience, and Lin Shouye is an old monk who is more than 200 years old. He quickly started chatting with several Donghai monks, and after going back and forth, they all got to know each other.

Ning Heyuan waited for a moment before speaking, and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, I am going to [Shui Ling] this time to fight with the Murong family's demonic cultivators. This is not an ordinary demonic cultivator. You should pay attention."

Although the real direct descendant of the Murong family is Li Xuanfeng, Tang She and others have to deal with it, but the rest of the demon cultivators are not ordinary people. Ning Heyuan was afraid that they would underestimate the enemy, so he gave special instructions and said:

"As for [called Shuiling], do you guys know?"

Several monks did not speak. Only the old monk Lin Shouye raised his eyelids and said in a clear voice:

"It is the mausoleum of the descendants of King Ning. It was originally blessed by ancient formations. Hundreds of years ago, Xu Guogong and other families of Xu State broke the formation and plundered all the spiritual treasures..."

"Now there should be only an empty shell left...but it is full of inspiration. Several of the original sects have fled overseas, which can be used to accommodate the demons."

Ning Heyuan nodded and said:

"The old man is very knowledgeable."

Lin Shouye smiled softly and replied:

"I went to that place for training in my early years. It is said that there is a cave in Ningguo. Someone has entered through that water mausoleum. I don't know if it is true or not..."

Lin Shouye's words really shocked Ning Heyuan. They were originally just words of praise for him, but now they have some real feelings, but he was noncommittal:

"There are indeed such rumors..."

Lin Shouye stroked his beard and said nothing, but Zhuang Cheng, who was carrying a talisman sword behind him, spoke with a deep and powerful voice:

"After all, Xu Guogong died suddenly shortly after breaking the formation. There must be a lot of evil in this [called Shuiling]. I'm afraid it will be used by those demon cultivators to make us suffer a little. If the situation is reversed, it will not look good. .”

Lin Shouye nodded and praised:

"Fellow Taoist Zhuang is thinking very much. Xu Guo's Immortal Way has been gradually declining since then, and it is getting worse day by day. Even the Boring Gold Gate, which was prosperous for a while, has gradually declined. Only then did the Buddhist monks go south... Shangyuan The true king took action..."

Shangyuan was still a real person at that time, but now that he has become a true king and has become a legendary existence among everyone, naturally he can only be called the true king.

When Lin Shouye mentioned True Lord Shangyuan, several people immediately had mixed expressions. After all, he was from the Jinyu Sect and had no deep feelings about this. Many people present had participated in resisting Shi Xiu in person and had seen Shangyuan take action. , very emotional.

Lingu Lanying listened to this, nodded slightly, shook the green hairpin behind her hair, and said softly:

"The head of the Murong family is very famous. Many spells are good at using small numbers to defeat large numbers. You should be careful."

While several people were talking, Li Qinghong just listened silently, and soon saw that the clouds outside the boat gradually thickened, the demonic energy floated, the mountains undulated, and the thunder pool in her sea of ​​energy floated continuously. Apparently, she was stimulated by the overflowing demonic energy.

"Called Shuiling..."

Li Qinghong's pupil technique penetrated the fog and vaguely saw the ruins of the wall underneath. Several rays of magic light were floating in the clouds, wandering back and forth, as if they were searching for something.

She carefully observed the terrain and realized that she seemed to have been to this place before. She used the altar to pray for thunder and visited many possible places in Xu State to collect thunder. It seemed that she had been here before.

"In the altar, it is not called [Shui Ling], but it is called Anhuai County of the State of Wei... It seems that the Ning State was established after the fall of Wei, and it was used as the royal tomb..."

At that time, there were several sects here to check and balance each other, and they were all very polite to her, a foundation-building monk. There should be several ground lines here that could be accessed, and there were many caves in them.

"This group of demonic cultivators should be among them now... This place is also very close to Boring Knife Mountain at Boring Gold Gate..."

Everyone gradually fell silent, while Li Xuanfeng was looking intently with his bow behind his back. The light of the token in his hand flickered, as if he was pulling something.

Soon the brilliance on the token reached its peak, and runes appeared one after another. Li Xuanfeng read it carefully, calculated the distance, took off the bow from behind, put it in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Tang Shedu and others have arrived, please get ready."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a white light appeared in the fog in the distance, and a huge white human head rose into the sky, staring at two huge blue-black eyes, and two bloodshot red eyes. He was standing outside, dripping with blood and tears, and his sharp white fangs were neat and bright, shining with a white light.

"Be bold!"

The head suddenly opened its mouth, its neat teeth opened like a door, and dense blue-black light spots spewed out. The light spots swarmed in and turned into snakes, insects, ants and scorpions, falling from the rain and sprouting wings. , each looking for it.

Li Qinghong had seen Murong Xia, the reincarnation of Maha, back then. The human head that the monk released from his belly was not that big, but what he spit out was the soul of a living person. He could talk and laugh, and he could also say thank you to Murong Xia...

"Murong Xia is a Maha after all, and has already practiced to the point of blessedness in his belly. The direct lineage of the Murong family in front of him is much inferior. It can be seen at a glance that it is some kind of magic..."

Li Qinghong suddenly felt enlightened, but Li Xuanfeng narrowed his eyes. He was now middle-aged and looked very fierce. Such a scary look made everyone look at him.

But they saw the middle-aged man slowly raising the golden bow, and a golden arrow jumped out from his waist and landed on the string. The shining golden string straightened, and a harsh buzzing sound sounded in everyone's ears.

"Buzz..."