Chapter 590 Drawing the Screen

Li Xuanfeng frowned slightly when he saw his appearance. Seeing Si Yuanli flying very fast without any sign of vigilance, he thought in his mind:

"This person has something to rely on. He is so confident that he still has the protection of the real person all the year round. Therefore, he is naive and careless and not vigilant."

The Si family members were low-key and reserved in the clan. Li Xuanfeng didn't see much of them. He had no contact with Si Yuanli in the past and had never heard his name. He was afraid that he was a reckless person who would harm himself in the end.

He followed closely, holding the golden bow in his hand, scanning with tiger eyes, and running his pupil skills, sweeping over the scenery on the lake. The two of them flew for only a dozen breaths, and soon saw the graceful Qing Palace on the water. The golden light dimly stopped above.

"Shixiu!"

The golden light of Shi Xiu was not difficult to identify. Si Yuanli saw it clearly with a look of disgust on his face. He looked at Li Xuanfeng and whispered:

"Brother Xuanfeng, don't let him take the lead!"

Li Xuanfeng was naturally not afraid of offending Shi Xiu. The golden string buzzed, and a golden arrow jumped out from his waist. He condensed the Gang Qi neatly and neatly. The string buzzed. When he released his finger, the golden light in the distance flew out like a rain of flowers. .

"Your mother... how evil is she! How dare you do evil to harm me!"

The golden light shouted coldly and jumped up from the air. Li Xuanfeng and the two arrived in an instant. He cast his eyes and coldly bumped into the old monk in the golden light. He raised the golden bow in his hand and pointed at this person.

"Lao Na...I..."

The monk's eyes were gloomy, and burning anger shot out from his eyes, which met his cold gaze. His tone suddenly softened, and his fierce gaze turned into horror in the blink of an eye, and he said in horror:

"Li Xuanfeng!"

"I...little monk...don't want to have any grudge with fellow Taoist, this fate belongs to fellow Taoist!"

He escaped into the golden light and fled away, leaving behind a series of rain of flowers. It was obvious that there was no time to cover up his injuries.

The brilliance on Li Xuanfeng's string slowly dissipated, and there was still much fighting going on here. No longer wasting his mana on this beast, Si Yuanli glanced sideways, paused for a long breath, and then said:

"Fellow Taoist...brother Xuanfeng...please..."

The two of them went down together and stopped in front of the hall. Si Yuanli just waved his sleeves and pushed open the door of the hall. There was a large table in the middle of the hall, with several jade chairs, luxurious and generous, surrounding an incense burner, antique and clean. .

"mysterious…"

Si Yuanli opened his mouth when he saw Li Xuanfeng and said softly:

"Fellow Taoist, hurry up, collect your things, and quickly go to the center."

"good."

Si Yuanli paused and walked quickly along the corridor on the water. Li Xuanfeng watched as his spiritual consciousness quickly swept through the entire hall. Magical weapons flew into the air into storage bags, and a stream of water flowed out in the air. Colored lights, each piece was kept and stuffed into the storage bag.

Li Xuanfeng suddenly understood this man's character. He raised his hand and looked at the screen in the center of the hall. There was a man in armor painted on it, holding a strange beast in each hand. He turned around and looked very heroic. Qi.

The screen is indeed an ordinary screen, there is nothing strange about it, except that the person painted on it is very powerful, and there is a line of small words on the side, written in a gentle handwriting:

"[Emperor Liang founded the country] and gave it to Brother Jiang."

Finally, he also mentioned the signature:

"Chen Xuanli."

Li Xuanfeng looked at it with interest and picked it up casually. Si Yuanli happened to have finished collecting the treasures in the palace and hurried up to it. He looked at the thing in his hand and asked:

"Fellow Taoist, this is..."

"It looks interesting."

Li Xuanfeng turned his hand to accept it, and the two of them flew together on the wind without stopping, and rushed towards the center at high speed. The lake scenery under their feet quickly passed by, and after flying for about ten breaths, another palace appeared in front of them.

This palace was smaller than the previous one, but Si Yuanli was in high spirits and took the lead to fall down. Li Xuanfeng had no choice but to follow him down. His spiritual consciousness hurriedly scanned the palace, and it turned out that there was nothing there.

Si Yuanli had a look of regret on his face. Li Xuanfeng looked at him and said softly:

"Fellow Taoist, you don't have to be like this. These palaces look like this. Most of them must have been stopped by people long ago. It's really not appropriate to delay any longer. We should go to the cliff in the center immediately. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid we won't be able to distinguish anything."

Si Yuanli rode the wind together with him, showing a bit of embarrassment, as if he was worried. After a few breaths, he nodded and sighed:

"That's what fellow Taoist said! Let's move forward quickly!"

Although Li Xuanfeng kept looking forward, he secretly paid attention to his expression, thoughtfully. The two people's escape instantly pulled out two long tail flames in the air and flew straight towards the cliff.

About half the time it took to burn the incense, the cliff suddenly appeared in front of him. Li Xuanfeng vaguely saw someone falling down, and he nodded secretly in his heart:

"Although [Da Ning Palace] is vast, it cannot be compared with the cave sky. The monks are not ordinary people. Wherever they go, they are like locusts passing through. It takes less than a stick of incense to enter the cave sky. Only the mountains are left. Several palaces are ready to be looted.”

Everyone will definitely have a fight on the mountain. This is the highlight of the cave. It is no longer like the procrastinating exploration of the cave and not seeing anyone for several days.

And looking at this journey, he finally understood that perhaps due to changes in the world, Zi Mansion's intervention, or some other problem, none of the formations in the [Da Ning Palace] took effect, and they were all turned into decorations, and the cultivators Come and go freely, just like wandering in your own back garden.

This cliff is the center of [Da Ning Palace] and the most critical point of the entire Immortal Palace. But when he looked up, there were still very few lights on the entire cliff. He could count them with one hand, and they were still dim. Something that can be settled with a few arrows.

"It's so comfortable...It can't be compared with Qingsongguan's [Phantom Mirror Sky]... The direct descendants of each family have their own methods, and everything has been paved by the Zi Mansion. The real thing lies in the struggle between each other..."

He only took out his bow and brought Si Yuanli down with him. His spiritual consciousness swept across the sky, and the mountains were covered with blue palaces. He found a nearby palace to stay. Si Yuanli hurriedly followed him, and finally there were a few A look of caution.

Only then did Li Xuanfeng fall into the hall. Suddenly, his face felt deserted, and a strong spiritual energy rushed towards him. The formation eye in the middle of the hall, Chun Chun, sprayed out spiritual energy. It was so rich that it turned into [Xiao Qing Spiritual Energy], rushing to the outside of the hall, flowing. A piece of pure white comes out.

In the main hall, there are four large cauldrons surrounding the array, all of which are spraying white air. They have a dazzling array of treasures and a luxurious throne. A huge but finely carved fairy seat is placed above the main hall, and six cyan square cauldrons are placed on both sides. With various spiritual objects.

Two square tripods have been knocked over in front of the steps, lying upside down in various directions, with a tinkling and rolling down a dazzling colorful light that is almost intoxicating, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

Several monks were already standing in the main hall, facing each other, but Li Xuanfeng's eyes did not focus on them, but quickly passed over these monks and landed on the back screen behind the immortal throne.

There is a faint green light on this back screen, and the whole body is made of dark dark green. The edges are painted with runes with complex patterns. There are eight sides of the screen, which blocks spiritual consciousness and cannot see the back.

The back screen seemed to have a unique charm. It caught his eye at once, and it was difficult to move away. The eight sides were connected with each other, and the whole looked like a big hall. It made people dizzy when looking at it. Before Li Xuanfeng had time to take a closer look, The familiarity this hall brought to him made him unable to look away.

"This is…"

This strong feeling of familiarity caused a throbbing in his heart. He had never seen it before, but this simple shape had a sense of familiarity. His eyes followed the painting screen to the last one, which showed the scenery outside the palace. Outside the hall, a man was listening attentively.

Until this moment, Li Xuanfeng's mind was shaken, and he finally remembered where this sense of familiarity came from. He had clearly seen the scenery outside the hall before. It was painted in black and green [Chongyuan Gale], and it seemed to be still gently blowing in the wind. swaying pine forest...

"Chongming Palace! On this screen are the six sons of Chongming!"

He quickly withdrew his gaze and glanced back into the hall as if nothing had happened. Several monks in the hall looked at him one after another. Either there was a strong demonic energy, or the spread of real fire, or there was a rippling light, their eyes were fixed on him.

Li Xuanfeng narrowed his gray eyes and swept over them mercilessly. He didn't pay attention to the warning in the eyes of several people. He stepped forward majestically and entered the hall with one foot, holding a bow in one hand and slinging the other behind him.

Si Yuanli followed closely behind him, with a slightly nervous look on his face. The long sword in his hand was filled with brilliance, almost standing against his armor, and his eyes were looking straight at the four cauldrons in the center.

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Xuanfeng..."

The atmosphere in the hall was tense for a while, and finally someone spoke. This man was wearing a dark red robe and holding a horse in his hand. He was none other than Gao Fangjing of the True Fire Taoism.

Many Demonic Cultivators and Buddhist Cultivators were suspicious when they saw him dressed up. Because of his words, they became wary of his words and looked away one by one, looking at each other as if nothing had happened.

Li Xuanfeng beat Murong Wu to the point of being completely destroyed in a quarter of an hour, smashed the body of Yugan, and tore apart the monster with his hands, causing blood to rain all over the sky. This shocked the northern demon cultivator.

Later, Tang Shedu was forced into Shidu, pushing his reputation to the peak. Several demon cultivators had never seen him in person, but they had heard of his name and knew that he was someone who was not easy to mess with. They were unwilling to interact with him. He's right.

Gao Fangjing looked around, the real fire in his body burning brightly, and finally said:

"You don't have to drag it on like this. More and more monks will come. If we delay it any longer, how much will they be able to grab, even if they are very powerful? How many injuries will they have to pay?"

After he finished speaking, he raised the horse in his hand high and said with a smile:

"Now that fellow Daoist Xuan Feng is here, there are exactly eight of us here. Why don't we fight in pairs and each get a cauldron!"

He said this clearly and clearly, not caring about Si Yuanli as a human being. Hearing this, he silently suffocated. Li Xuanfeng just stretched out his hand to protect him and said softly:

"Fellow Taoist, just protect yourself."

Before he could finish his words, a blaze of light erupted in the hall. Li Xuanfeng took a step forward and grabbed the nearest cauldron with one hand. He raised his eyebrows slightly and realized that no one was willing to compete with him.

Instead, the two nearby demon cultivators looked at each other and suddenly burst into flames. One end released rolling purple energy, and the other end of the demonic smoke rose up, surrounding Gao Fangjing, who was covered in real fire, and made a violent roar.

'There are some acquaintances...'

Li Xuanfeng could see clearly that he had already lifted the big cauldron over with one hand. The cauldron showed a deep blue color and was warm in the hand. It was full of patterns of birds and animals, with dragons and phoenixes dancing in it. It was very gorgeous.

One of the demon cultivators who besieged Gao Fangjing was practicing "Purple Qi". It was Murong Gong, who had a brief encounter with him a few days ago. His body was hidden in the purple cloud, emitting a magic light.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Gao Fangjing laughed angrily, the horse in his hand burned like a hot spiritual flame, emitting a dazzling golden-red light, and he let out a deep drink:

"Old Gou Murong has always been despicable and shameless! I knew you were going to do this!"

The seven outstanding foundation builders fought in the palace, and a huge roar broke out. Golden light and white light, immortal energy and demonic energy intertwined and spurted out, but the palace was as solid as a mountain and could not move.

"Boom!"

As several people took action, a huge roar came from the distance almost simultaneously, and a chain reaction started in the entire Daning Palace. A moment ago, it was as calm as water, and the silent confrontation suddenly erupted at the same time, and the ideas were turned upside down and twisted, creating chaos.

Li Xuanfeng weighed the big cauldron. Not only was it tightly covered and could not be shaken, but even the spiritual consciousness could not detect it. It silently glowed with a mysterious light. There seemed to be another world inside, which could not be stored in the storage bag.

He had no interest in this big cauldron. After all, no matter how good it was, there was a high probability that it would not fall into his own hands. However, Si Yuanli's eyes were almost glued to the big cauldron. Li Xuanfeng handed the cauldron to him in an understatement. In his hand, he whispered:

"Follow me!"

Si Yuanli nodded hurriedly, the satisfaction on his face almost flew out of his face. Where could he mean to refuse? He murmured:

"Fellow Taoist is so righteous! I will certainly say a few kind words for my fellow Taoist in front of my ancestor, and I will be rewarded generously when I leave the cave..."

Li Xuanfeng responded to every one of them, but his spiritual consciousness was silently locked on the picture screen behind the immortal throne, and did not pay attention to him.

This treasure may have been stimulated by a lot of magic light. The dark green screen is now more vivid in color, a bit close to the vicissitudes of copper-green. It is standing steadily behind the main hall, and it has not shaken due to the residual power of the mana. .

Li Xuanfeng no longer hesitated, his eyes never stopped at the mountains of treasures on the ground, and he quickly flew towards the fairy throne and grabbed the painting screen.

"Um?"

Li Xuanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and white-gold lines suddenly lit up on his chin, flowing down his chest and turning into a simple and beautiful [Heavenly Gold Jacket]. His two eyes also flashed with light as he looked intently.

"donor…"

A person suddenly appeared in front of him, standing quietly in front of him. This strong man had slender eyebrows, a smooth and clean head, and was covered with a golden cassock. He looked over with his eyes and said softly:

"The young monk has heard the name of the benefactor a long time ago and has been yearning for it. However, fate has played a trick on him and he has not been able to meet him again and again... Now he has finally waited for the benefactor..."

Li Xuanfeng frowned coldly, already grabbing the golden bow with one hand, without saying a word to him. Golden brilliance flowed, five golden arrows jumped on the golden string at the same time, and a harsh buzzing sound resounded throughout the hall, making the audience stunned. All the monks were silent.

"Qiang!"

I have been busy filling in the pits for the past few days, and I kept writing until about three o'clock last night. Some places in the update are indeed rough, and there are many typos in some places. I have finished writing it today, so I will quickly come back to review it.

The plot of Daning Palace will end soon, and it will never drag on for ten or twenty chapters. Don't worry! If you have any suggestions, feel free to leave a message below to the author, I will try my best to listen^