Chapter 957 Qingchi

The river was surging, and the dark river was extremely fast, rolling up pieces of broken ice one after another, rolling and colliding, like the tail fin of an unknown giant exposed on the river, emitting a cold light.

"Click..."

The old man in black stood blankly in the air, looking ahead in disbelief, his lips trembling.

Qu Bu Shi was not good at fighting. He just flew high in the air, observing the situation, and was ready to rush to help at any time. When the battlefield became foggy, Qu Bu Shi did not notice it at all.

Until the rolling mist swept past his feet and retreated to the north like a tide. Even though it did not come into direct contact with him, it still made him watch in a daze.

In one breath, he went from the extremely noisy battlefield to the extremely quiet darkness.

The fierce and noisy atmosphere on the north bank was gone. The monks who fearlessly crossed the river one after another in search of the next life had all turned into white bones and stood in the dark rain in an astonishing silence.

Everything in the field of vision was dim, and the spiritual consciousness seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. There were endless white bones of different shapes, most of them standing in the darkness, staring at him blankly. Qu Bushi still didn't react, and he only felt horrified.

But he didn't realize it was like waking up from a dream, and then he saw that everything around him was wrong. He stood blankly for a moment, lowered his head and looked down, took two slow breaths, and murmured:

"Supernatural power...supernatural power!"

His voice quickly turned into a loud cry, resounding in the dark night, and he rolled and crawled on the wind, running towards the south. He only heard a low cry in his ear:

"Qu Keqing!"

Li Zhouming came in a panic, not daring to raise the Dharma light. When he saw him, his pupils dilated and he said in shock:

"Old man Qu...you!"

Qu Bushi looked down vaguely, and then realized that his lower body had turned into white bones. The heavy feeling in his mind that he wanted to fall asleep at any time became stronger, and he murmured:

"Oops... I'm under the spell of a magical power!"

Li Zhouming was further away from the center of the battlefield and was less affected by magical powers. At this moment, he was on the bank of the river to meet his brothers. Unexpectedly, he bumped into this old man, and he felt heartbroken.

He quickly and eagerly lifted the old man up, used the power of the bright sun to protect his heart, opened his sleeves very quickly, took out a small light red flower, stuffed it into the old man's mouth, and looked around In the silent wilderness, a panicked whisper:

"There is no one left... let's go... go back to the north bank first, Old Man Qu! Only when we go back to the mountains can we be saved."

He picked up Qu Bushi and looked at the soles of his feet and the bones in the distance. For some reason, his eyes suddenly felt a little sad:

"What on earth did we fight for...why did we die...one of the millions of living beings...can understand!"

He quickly calmed down and ran away. The powerful magical power was still affecting the entire battlefield, making his spiritual consciousness dim and unable to distinguish distance. He flew for a while, and gradually approached the center of the battlefield, but there was an extremely surging magic power rushing towards him. .

"who!"

Li Zhouming felt a chill rush into his heart. He was slightly startled, but found that the incoming mana was shining with silver light, and he was holding up a woman in feathered clothes. Her dark eyebrows were furrowed, and the thick blood was mixed with light. Silver is coming to her body.

"Que Wan?"

Li Zhouming was suddenly shocked, but Li Quewan was moving at an astonishing speed at the moment and was rushing past him. He only glanced at him briefly before disappearing into the darkness.

"What's going on!"

The strong brilliance mixed with the magic wind made Li Zhouming stunned. He hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth. Ming Yang's magic power poured in quickly, and he also lit up the magic light, turning around to follow the opponent.

But Li Quewan had far surpassed this uncle in terms of Taoism and cultivation. Li Zhouming flew for a while and almost lost him. Fortunately, after traveling for a while in confusion, he finally got a little silver light.

It turned out that Li Quewan had already fallen to the ground, and the flashing silver light was quite obvious.

The excessive squandering of mana in a short period of time made her face extremely pale, broke out in cold sweat, and wetted the black hair between her temples into strands. However, the woman didn't care at all. She kneaded with one hand and lifted up her sleeves with the other hand. , sweeping hard against the ground.

The tumbling white bones immediately dispersed. She knelt down and used her magic power to pick up a round object from the mud. Li Zhouming staggered over and looked down, his pupils suddenly dilated.

This round thing turned out to be a person's head.

This person has a square face, thick eyebrows, and his eyes are closed tightly. He clenches his teeth with difficulty, showing the well-developed muscles of his cheeks. However, the skin of the entire face seems to have been impacted by some force, showing strands like broken strands. Like a scattered mess.

Under his head was a pile of bones and flesh. The man's upper body was mutilated and fell into the sand on the shore. Various organs were scattered around. The entire lower body had turned into white bones, as if it would break at a touch.

The rolling ashes of the talisman along with the fragments of the magic weapon were scattered beside his head. Li Zhouming seemed to have been struck by a bolt of thunder. He knelt down with a plop and said in shock:

"Zhou Da!"

This person is none other than Li Zhouda!

Li Zhouda must take the lead in every battle. His cultivation and skills have grown rapidly over the years, but when he encounters this kind of natural disaster-level supernatural power, he is also the one who is affected the most... Even if he is protected by the talismans and magic weapons left by his clan, It seemed that he had taken a series of decisive self-rescue measures when he was hit by the magical power wave. At this moment, he was only a moment away from death.

Li Quewan coughed twice with difficulty, spit out a mouthful of blood from his throat, placed his hands gently between his eyebrows, and then stuffed the Wanling flower into the head's mouth. He raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, a little red. Hoarsely:

"Uncle leaves first..."

Li Zhouming wanted to say more, but he didn't dare to disturb her rescue. At this moment, he also understood why she came so urgently:

'There are still remnants of magical power. Although the water mist has gone north and the area covering such a large area has become extremely weak, the usual methods are definitely not comparable to those of my family. The only way is to rush to the place of fighting at an extremely fast speed, and in the surrounding area Within calculated by witchcraft...'

'But no matter how weak the remnant is, it is still a magical power. Even if we use witchcraft to bypass the magical power to measure it, we don't know how much it will cost! ’

His heart was sore and painful:

'I haven't had time to drink the wine that was my breakthrough...'

Li Quewan didn't care to talk to him anymore. With a wave of his sleeves, various spiritual creatures appeared in front of him and fed them into the head's mouth regardless of the cost. Li Zhouda's current condition was hopeless, but as long as he held on for a little longer... Damn it. The magical power can finally save him!

Although she was so anxious that she shed tears, her ten years of preparing spiritual objects still made her hands steady and fast. The most important thing is that she has a unique and life-saving rare object - Wanling flower!

Li Zhouda's breath had dropped to a low point, but his life was being hung up by this spiritual creature. But as time passed, Li Quewan sweated like rain, raised his head again, and said urgently:

"Uncle...go ask Sun Keqing to help!"

Li Zhouming jumped up in confusion, but saw a brilliant light coming down on him, and his brother's back appeared in front of him.

Li Zhouda suddenly opened his pupils, and the bones and flesh stretched out from under his neck again. The organs and incomplete upper body in the mud jumped up as if they had grown legs, and spliced ​​under his head, even the original armor They were all condensed by the bright sun and sky, and they were all the same. The man sat up at once, turned his back, and spit out a piece of black blood.

Qu Bu Shi, who had been holding it in his hand, also sprouted lower limbs out of thin air, stood firm in the clouds, cried and worshiped:

"Thank you, Master!"

Li Quewan stood up with some luck, but the anxiety in his expression only eased a little, and he said eagerly:

"Uncle...I'm afraid there are still..."

Li Zhouwei nodded to her, and the two of them discovered that there was another person following Li Zhouwei. He had obviously just been rescued. His face was extremely pale, but he could not hide his outstanding heroic aura. It was Li Jiangxia.

However, he saw magical powers floating around, and soldiers and horses with golden armor and golden clothes from all sides were marching with light, shuttled across the land on the river bank, searching everywhere. For a moment, there seemed to be countless conspicuous lights in the darkness, just like in the night forest. The flames shine brilliantly.

Wherever Li Zhouwei looked, there were bones everywhere, and the emotions in his heart were floating in his chest:

'As long as I participate, the Li family will produce some more capable people... Sui Guan didn't even bother to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Not only the monks and people on the north bank were killed, but even the Li family and Qingchi monks who passed by on the south bank were injured. die…'

"Brother!"

Li Zhouming almost shed tears. The adults in ordinary times stopped calling him and called him brother. Li Zhouwei took Li Zhouda up, looked at Li Quewan, and praised:

"Thanks for your hard work."

After Li Zhouda coughed up the black blood, his face looked much better. He was a straight-tempered man. There was not much happiness in his face after the disaster, but was filled with deep hatred and anger. He thanked him and wanted to go again. kneel.

Li Zhouwei held him up, frowning, and said in a low voice:

"Fortunately, you are smart. At least most of the Qi Sea has been preserved. I will seal it for you first to prevent the cultivation from dissipating... and then we can do something about it when we get home."

He lifted the three of them up and shuttled away. In an instant, they had arrived at the small pavilion on the top of the mountain.

Li Jiangqian had been in seclusion a few days ago, and there was no one in the pavilion at the moment. He left Li Jiangxia here to count the number of people, and whispered:

"Calculate the casualties...don't act rashly, just stay in the south."

Li Jiangxia bowed down and agreed. Li Zhouwei took Li Quewan all the way to the island and entered the inner formation. Then he asked:

"How's the injury?"

Li Quewan saluted and said:

"It only took some energy and blood to gallop. It is indeed difficult to calculate this place. The junior arrived at the place where the battle was taking place and secretly used the fairy weapon to detect the location... and did not lose much life."

Her eyes were slightly red and she whispered:

"I just don't know how wonderful the Lushui is... it's so cool!"

Li Zhouwei had already expected it, so he nodded silently and said softly:

"It's Sui Guan... This matter is not the Qingchi family's business. In the years when Jiangbei was occupied by Shi Xiu... millions of people moved here... They were originally prepared for today! For [Wan Lingtian]!"

Sui Guan showed traces of [Wan Ling Tian]. The vision in Taixu lasted for a long time, and now it gradually disappeared. It can be seen that Sui Guan meant that it is only a matter of time before Wan Ling Tian falls!

'Anhuaitian, Wanlingtian... are famous caves in the north of the Yangtze River. The golden nature of Anhuaitian in those days caused alarm in all directions, and the Purple Mansion appeared. Today's Wanlingtian is more noble and ancient, and the turmoil it brings will surely be greater. severe! ’

Seeing him deep in thought, Li Quewan was a little shocked and said:

"It turned out to be Zhenren Sui Guan... But the monks below... only knew that it was the magical power of Qingchi Lushui, and they all said that Zhenren Ning used this incredible treasure..."

"Juniors, all along the way, I see monks. Even if it is a contest between the north and the south, Jiangbei's methods are cruel and cruel, which has not been seen in hundreds of years!"

"The name of the Qingchi Demon Sect...I'm afraid it's the best in Jiangnan, and it's hard to erase it...I don't know how I, Qiuhu Zhenren...will deal with it!"

...

"Boom!"

The thunder shook the air, and the sky and the earth were bright for a moment. You could vaguely see dots of gray and white in the dark, revealing the gloom of bones.

The river water on the shore of the wilderness has spanned several miles and flooded under the mountain peaks. Even if the shore is the highest place, the river water can still cover the back of the feet. Scattered figures stand in the water or float on the water, as quiet as sculptures.

Ning Wan returned in the wind and snow, her expression was calm, and she landed on the mountain peaks in the wilderness. Lin Wuning came forward to greet her.

This man had always been high-spirited since he took control of the power in the sect, but now he seemed to be at a loss and panic. He bowed in front of her, trembling:

"Master... Master..."

Ning Wan looked around. None of the Qingchi cultivators on the top of the mountain dared to look up at her. They all looked strange, but Li Yuanqin was calm and quietly waiting by the side.

Sui Guan said, "What does it have to do with me!" and disappeared without a trace, just as strange as when he came, as if there had never been such a person, leaving her alone to return and face the fearful eyes of the river bank.

As a Purple Mansion, and having cultivated "Entering the Clear Listening", Ning Wan never had any illusions. As long as she had such a feeling, Sui Guan might have used some means.

As a Purple Mansion, she was still like this, and the low-level cultivators in the whole Jiangnan area might slowly forget Sui Guan.

'What a good method... What a good method, it might be a technique to reduce cause and effect, avoid retribution, and thus warm up life! ’

“How…”

Ning Wan put away her expression and stared at her disciples quietly. Lin Wu Ning was even more afraid and whispered:

“Zi Yan and Yu Kui’s men suddenly withdrew without saying a word… I’m afraid something happened. Let them say… tell me.”

Ning Wan put away her expression and whispered:

“No need to say more to them.”

Lin Wu Ning didn’t know how to respond. He followed Ning Wan all the way to the main hall of Guangming and waited for the Immortal to sit down on the main seat. He was about to say something, but he heard a burst of anxious footsteps outside the door. A disciple quickly walked in and knelt on the ground:

“Report to the Immortal… Shan Ji County... has been besieged by the Xuanyue Sect Master! The Muquan Sect Master is missing... I heard... I heard that the sect is in chaos, and the direct line seems to have withdrawn early..."

Ning Wan seemed not to hear, and said with a complicated expression:

"Are there any strange phenomena in the mysterious world?"

The disciple was stunned, and shook his head hesitantly:

"I have never heard of it..."

The woman finally closed her eyes, said nothing, and showed a tired posture. The magical power of "Entering the Clear Listening" has been subjected to too much malice and hatred, and it has been running on its own, climbing to the peak, transmitting all the human thoughts of the entire mountain to her ears.

Lin Wuning kneeling in the palace, Si Tongyi standing quietly in the mountains, Fei Qingyi and Qin Xian waiting in the side hall...

From the direct descendants of the Ning family to the inner gate of Qingchi, from the casual cultivators to the fleeing people... mournful cries, panic at a loss, cold-eyed smiles, unwilling resentment, and hatred that makes people want to eat their skin and flesh...

The rolling Lushui Qi swallowed up not only millions of northern people - but also Qingchi disciples on the battlefield, direct descendants of various families, casual cultivators and guest officials... and even people in the wilderness.

At this moment, her eyes looked straight into everyone's heart. Indistinctly, Ning Wan seemed to have returned to the Lukui Pond, to the rolling invisible wind, and the hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded again:

"When I die, you will know how much trouble it is when you sit alone on the Lukui Pond."

The thin, ghost-like face appeared in the heavy haze, and the eyes that seemed to fall out of the eye sockets still stared at her:

"You are the master of Qingchi! Whether you want it or not, it is no longer the Ning family of Qingchi..."

"It is - the Qingchi of the Ning family!"

Characters in this chapter

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Ning○Wan [Early Purple Mansion]

Li Zhouwei [Early Purple Mansion]

Li Zhouming [Visiting Tianmen] [Early Foundation Building] [Direct Lineage of Bomai]

Li Zhouda [Xuanleibo] [Early Foundation Building] [Direct Lineage of Zhongmai]

Qu Bushi [Zangna Palace] [Middle Foundation Building]

Li Jiangxia [Visiting Tianmen] [Direct Lineage of Zhongmai]