Chapter 688 The underworld is named

Qingchi Sect.

The green peaks are rising, the clouds are lingering, the Dharma light is bright in the main hall on the side, the red door is high, the corridor is complex, three eaves and four clusters, and the erratic smoke is whirling, giving it the atmosphere of a fairy gate.

A ray of clear light came quickly, stopped in front of the steps, and transformed into a man with a splendid crown. He walked up in two steps, crossed the fairy threshold, and flew into the hall. The middle-aged man at the top was painting.

The man looked a little anxious, but the middle-aged man stopped him first and pulled him over to look at it. The painting showed a high-crowned peach tree with three snakes clinging to it, each with claws and fangs.

The one on the right is fat and bloated, but its tail has a sharp venomous hook. The one on the left is thin and weak. Its eyes can be dotted with gold paint, and the clouds are painted with vermilion. The one in the middle is majestic and majestic, but quite old.

The middle-aged man smiled and said:

"Fellow Taoist Tantai, what do you think of this painting?"

The Huaguan man had no choice but to stop and look at the painting, glanced at it briefly, and said warmly:

"The master's painting skills are good...it's just that there is space under the tree, and adding a deep pool will make it even more interesting."

"Hahahaha!" Si Yuanli laughed loudly and patted his shoulder: "Brother, you are so knowledgeable."

The Huaguan man returned the greeting and whispered:

"My Spirit Falcon is back from the north. It's dawn at Wangyue Lake. Wushan's purple flames are towering into the sky, colorful clouds are billowing, and it's a bright and sunny atmosphere. I'm afraid it will spread to the moon in the future, at least covering the entire Wangyue Lake."

"Ouch!"

Si Yuanli suddenly raised his head, glanced at it with piercing eyes, shook his head and sighed:

"Harm! Li Ximing died!"

The Huaguan man frowned and said softly:

"According to my previous inference, his retreat time should be twelve to fourteen years ago. Now if it is Cheng Zi Mansion, the time is indeed too short."

"It's not just too short!"

Si Yuanli shook his head and said:

"It will take about ten years to push the Immortal Foundation into Shengyang. Even if he uses the elixirs given by the Xiao family and prepares a lot of elixirs himself, it will still take five years! The Li family is not a family with deep roots. Li Ximing Nor is it a dragon-slaying jian."

"Making magical powers manifest is even more dangerous. It takes six years. I have never discussed the Tao with him. I don't know how much he understands the Ming Yang Tao. Let's just assume that he took the Ming Fang Tian Shi and got lucky and passed this level."

"This will be followed by ignorance, which can easily last more than ten years!"

He sighed leisurely, rubbed away the blue spiritual ink, and replied:

"A strange phenomenon occurred at this time, and he must have died!"

Seeing him adding ink to the paper again and drawing the pond, the man in Huaguan said softly:

"But this vision was huge and unusual."

"Because he took Ming Fang Tian Shi!"

Si Yuanli shook his head and replied:

"That is a Zifu-level treasure. If you take it, how can you not make a huge noise? The Tianshi is facing Huangguan, and you in Tantai may not have this condition. He is Wei Li himself, and he has cultivated Mingyang. And taking the Zifu treasure, this vision is natural."

The Huaguan man frowned and said:

"Can't we become the Zi Mansion?"

Si Yuanli thought for a moment and replied:

"It was originally possible that he is Wei Li after all. Maybe there is some method passed down in his family that proves that Yang has unique advantages, so he dared to use the Mingfang Tianshi... But how could you, your lords, not think of this?"

"As long as he uses it, you don't need to worry about him. It will take him decades to remain ignorant. So what if he succeeds? Before that, Li Zhouwei has been dealt with long ago... If he lives up to his ambition, it would be good to become the Mingyang Purple Mansion. And it's in the north, blocking Shi Xiu... It's a pity... Now he's dead."

"But... I heard that he is weak. Even if he has passed the level of magical power, how can he live out his endless fantasies? It will all be in vain."

Tantai Jin, a man from Hua Guan, finally had nothing to say and waited quietly beside him. Si Yuanli packed up the paintings, handed them to him, and walked out.

When the Tantai was spread out closer, there was indeed a small pond under the peach tree. Most of the body of the dragon snake on the left was covered by the edge of the pond, making it look even smaller.

Si Yuanli left the main peak and flew all the way to another peak. The attic on this peak was independent, as if suspended in the clouds and mist. There were many jade charms hanging on it, shaking and jingling.

"Fellow Taoist Xi Zhi!"

Si Yuanli stepped into the pavilion and bumped into Li Xizhi holding a jade slip and reading. He already looked a little middle-aged, still elegant and generous, and his nobility has not diminished, but his long career as a pavilion master has obviously made him more elegant. .

"I've met the sect leader!"

Li Xizhi quickly stood up to greet him. Si Yuanli did not dare to be careless and quickly helped him, feeling unspeakable fear in his heart.

"After so many years, I don't know how far his magic has improved!"

In the entire Qingchi Sect, the only person in front of him who could make Si Yuanli fear him...

From Si Yuanli's point of view, Li Xizhi's scheming was simply unfathomable. He was obviously a prodigy in magic, but since he joined the sect at the age of ten, he had no reputation for his magic. I'm afraid even Yuan Tuan was deceived by him. !

"Even when Tuoba Zhongyuan chased him, the line between life and death was never exposed!"

It wasn't until the Battle of Jiaohai became famous that Si Yuanli realized that the man in front of him was the most powerful genius in Li Jiaxi's generation. His talent in magic was even better than that of Yu Muxian, who was known as the magic genius back then!

"If his wife hadn't been from the Yang family... she would definitely have to form a kinship and use her as her own... That's all, it's not bad now!"

His heart was heavy, but a look of worry appeared on his face, and he whispered:

"Xi Zhi, something happened at Wangyue Lake!"

As expected, Li Xizhi frowned and Si Yuanli talked about it. Naturally, his words were completely different from before. He mentioned Li Ximing in a tactful and pleasant way and made insinuations.

Li Xizhi himself also knew a lot about the affairs of the Zi Mansion. When Si Yuanli said this, his heart suddenly felt empty. He slowly closed his eyes, breathed out, and whispered:

"What the sect leader means is...my brother...I'm afraid he failed to break through and died!"

Si Yuanli nodded hesitantly and replied:

"It's not necessarily...maybe he will succeed in his breakthrough..."

Li Xizhi understood that he was speaking politely, so he stood quietly for a few breaths, and then said respectfully:

"Thank you, Master, for informing me, but I won't entertain you any more."

Si Yuanli understood clearly and left with the wind. Li Xizhi sent him away and forced himself to the pavilion. Then he closed his eyes and shed tears. The bright tears on the man's face flashed and he only uttered five words:

'Tomorrow will not be easy...'

Li Xizhi squinted his eyes and used magic power to stop his tears. He pulled out the letter from the case, lit the ink and wrote it, his heart gradually became cold:

'Since Ming'er failed and died, my eldest father must be heartbroken... I am the only one in the Xiyue generation. Everyone is thinking about my heir apparent. Even if they risk their lives, they must save Zhou Wei...'

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The morning light came on, and the purple flames on Wushan Mountain soared into the sky. White clusters of gardenias rolled along the flames on the top of the mountain, and the pale golden sand and stones swirled.

Wushan was originally composed of basalt, with brownish-red soil. Now the brown soil in the entire mountain has turned to black paint, and the stones have cracked and turned into the color of Mingfang. It has become the territory of Mingyang. The great formations suddenly change, and their power Big reduction.

The spiritual sand rolled on the soles of his feet, gardenias bloomed, Li Ximing became familiar with his body, and the sea of ​​qi and red clouds rose in all directions. The huge courtyard was filled with light. The snow had already melted, and the skylight turned into bright purple flames, flowing everywhere in the courtyard.

"Fire burns the heart, and Yangming appears inside and outside, and the bright and brilliant supernatural powers are realized. The light shines for more than nine feet, the purple flames shine, and the colorful clouds rise and disappear..."

Li Ximing couldn't understand it in the morning, but now it is clear that the fire in his heart naturally refers to the giant palace in the heart, where the bright purple flames accumulate and can be sprayed out with just a thought.

"Golden armor and golden clothes are coming from all over the sky. The sun is shining in the east, and the earth is evil in the south. So I travel to Taixu and forge golden lotus..."

The morning light was shining brightly on the horizon, but there was no golden armor or clothing. Perhaps it was because his magical power had not shown up. He paused for a moment, and his spiritual consciousness swept across the sun of Wushan Mountain.

The purple flames of the bright sun in the south were particularly violent, burning the rocks on the ground to pieces. As expected, streams of red and black earth evil spewed out, but they were suppressed by the purple flames and trapped in that small corner of the field.

"This means that the sun is rising in the east, and the earth is evil in the south! I have achieved magical powers, and this mountain has benefited a lot...it has become the treasure land of Mingyang. This evil spirit is extraordinary. Not only can I refine elixirs and weapons, but I am afraid I can also mine some Mingyang. The energy is coming."

He sat for a few breaths, then the Taixu hole sounded, and two people came out from beside him.

Li Ximing raised his head slightly, his eyes turned pale gold again, and the heavenly light between his eyebrows flashed, and the gray light on the two people immediately faded, revealing their original appearance.

This man was short in stature, with two horns on his forehead. He was wearing a gray cloth tied around his neck. He had an ugly appearance. His eyes stretched almost to the sides of his face. Only half of his eyes were visible from the front. His teeth were long and slender, and his pupils were black and blue. In his hand, he held a gray pen as long as a hammer.

The other person was a little taller, with strings of copper coins draped around his body. His face was wide and long, extending all the way to his chest. The bridge of his nose divided his face into two parts. His eyes were pink, and he was holding a big book with difficulty.

The man with the horns stood still, held his hands slightly casually, and said in a high-pitched and thin voice:

"I've met fellow Taoist! I sent Wang Long from the Yin Division in the Netherworld. Good thing...good thing! Fellow Taoist has gained magical power. I'm here to congratulate you on behalf of all the messengers from the Underworld. Congratulations! Congratulations to fellow Taoist that he will not enter life and death, that the divine path will be achieved, and that the five dharma will be perfected. Avoid running away. In the great tribulation, first ascend to the fruition position, and then come true...!"

He congratulated a string of four words in a high-pitched voice. When he finished his congratulations, the long-faced man beside him echoed:

"Blessings together!"

Wang Long then bent down to introduce, pointed at the long-faced man and said:

"This is my friend Zhang Gui."

"It turns out to be Commander Si Yin!"

No wonder he came so quickly. It turned out to be someone from the Yinsi. Li Ximing returned the greeting first, and Wang Long asked with a smile in a high-pitched voice:

"But 'Huangyuan Pass'?"

Zhang Gui on the side glanced at him, his long face unruffled, and replied:

"Yes, the French style is ancient and simple. The Taoist Taoist method of Wei Li's "Ye Tianmen" is not authentic. I guess it is a method practiced by the descendants of the emperor who guarded the north. It is much simpler and is called "Huangyuan Pass". "

"Okay, okay."

Wang Long's voice was extremely high-pitched, and he picked it up immediately. He turned around and asked him:

"What's your name?"

Li Ximing had just passed through the boundless fantasy, and the name was actually choked on the side of his mouth. He almost couldn't say it out. He paused and then said quietly:

"The descendants of the Li family are shining brightly, the sky is shining brightly, and the sun and the moon are shining brightly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pen in Wang Long's hand flashed twice and ink came out. The man with horns on his forehead pushed the long-faced man holding a thick book and shouted:

"Have you checked?"

Zhang Gui still walked slowly, scanning the pages of the book, searching with his hands, and searching all the way without saying a word. Wang Long was impatient and didn't want to look at him, so he muttered to Li Ximing:

"Tell me about... a few people who are at the level of True Lords. What are they going to fight for? That area was so leaky that several True Lords went to see it in person, causing unrest in the sky and on earth."

"Fellow Taoist, when I came out, I heard that a piece of meat fell from the sky in the Wu Kingdom. It was as big as a city and was corrupting the surrounding areas. I don't know who was dissatisfied and caused..."

He muttered back and forth, worry appearing on his half-human, half-ghost face, and he whispered:

"Fellow Daoist Si doesn't know if I can use the golden elixir. If not... I won't be able to collect all the golden elixir in the past hundred years!"

Li Ximing answered casually, not knowing the rules of the underworld and not speaking at will. Wang Long waited for a while and became more and more dissatisfied. He turned around and frowned, and said sharply to Zhang Gui with a long face:

"Old man, how long has it been! If you delay, wait until those old guys know about it, and they will talk about neglecting the death of You, and they will have you slapped on your face!"

Zhang Gui looked around, covered all the books, wrinkled his eyebrows, his face looked even uglier, and replied slowly:

"Can't find him."

Wang Long was stunned, and he opened the cover of the book tightly with his hands. He pushed hard with both hands and let out a muffled groan. He pushed the big book to the ground. In an instant, it folded into several volumes and scattered on the floor. He cursed:

"This can also be wrong? You copied it for nothing!"

The two underworld missions seemed to be pressed for time, so they started searching together in a hurry. Li Ximing took a brief look and saw that there were many volumes of books in different colors, but when his spiritual consciousness scanned them, nothing was found.

"I'm afraid I can't pick up this book with my magic power, and I can't use any magic on the book... I wonder if I can pinch it with my magical power."

The two of them hurriedly lowered their heads and lay down. You took one, and I held another, quickly flipping through the pages and searching.

This book is a set of treasures that cannot be explored with spiritual awareness. For a moment, the sound of pages turning could be heard everywhere.

"Crash..."

Li Ximing took the opportunity to lower his eyebrows and look at it. The book under his feet had a purple and gold cover and was draped in a few pure white ropes. It was the most noble among so many volumes. He was turning the pages by himself, and he turned to the last page in the purple flames. On the side of the page is written:

"The envoys from the two states and five directions observed the list of magical powers of the Zi Mansion - Zhang Gui, the ghost in the book."

There was a line of golden handwriting written at the top of the page, using ancient seal script in Yin, which Li Ximing could identify at a glance.

"On the third day of the second month of the six hundred and ninety-seventh year of the Yin Shi Tude Wheel, Yang Tianya, the leader of Guli in Yangzhou and a monk in the current Qingchi Mountain area, Guanxuan Zhenren, achieved supernatural powers."

And this golden handwriting is followed closely by another line of words:

"On the twenty-third day of the winter month in the six hundred and ninety-eighth year of the Yin Shi Tude Lun, Lin Wei, a member of the shaman tribe in Jiaozhou and a monk in Linhai County today, achieved supernatural powers."

Li Ximing was suddenly shocked.

He knew all the two people written on this page. Needless to say, Yang Tianya, the real person Hou Sui was the real person in the Great Owl Kui Temple now! When he made a breakthrough, his family was in the midst of Xu Xiao's rebellion!

"Yang Tianya has achieved magical powers!"

"He achieved magical powers earlier than Hou Sui!"