Chapter 580: Yanshan Pass Is Broken

Yanshan Pass.

Thick demonic energy rushed over the ruins, and the ground was dark and covered with blood. The formation that originally flowed with brilliance was torn to pieces. Only the occasional shimmering formations on the exposed stones on the ground glowed faintly.

The blood energy is billowing, the magic smoke is rising into the sky, the fairy light is dim and invisible, there are killing shouts and the sound of collision of magic weapons everywhere, and the billowing black clouds fill the air for nearly a hundred miles, heading south quickly.

Zhao Tinggui was galloping through the air with a small golden cloud under his feet, and in his hand was a small white jade lamp that emitted colorful light.

Every time the golden cloud was about to rise at a faster speed, purple light would fly out from the heavy magic cloud. The small white jade lamp in his hand immediately rose up with colorful light to block it, making a burst of shattering and dissolving sounds.

Zhao Tinggui's magic weapon is really good, and it can block the purple light tightly. However, although the purple light was shattered and dissipated, there was a burst of white brilliance falling. The clouds under his feet just raised their golden light, and were immediately affected by the white light and dimmed. .

"Boom!"

The purple light roared repeatedly, causing Zhao Tinggui's face to turn pale. The junior brother beside him was dressed in brocade clothes and had a certain grace. Even in danger, his voice was still calm:

"Elder brother...this Murong Gong is so powerful...that he may not be able to defeat you or me!"

Zhao Tinggui's face was gloomy, and his heart had been cold for a long time. His face, which used to be full of smiles, was now slightly pale, and there were faint blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Tang Shedu... Tang Shedu..."

Zhao Tinggui knew that Tu Longjian had made a breakthrough, and thought that this person would have an embarrassing life in the future, but he never expected that Tang Shedu would dare to betray Qingchi and join the enemy overnight, ruining the good situation.

When he betrayed like this, the front line was completely defeated. Li Xuanfeng was outstanding in strength and might have escaped with his life, but the rest of them were probably dead. Zhao Tinggui felt his heart drop to the bottom when he heard the news.

"Yu Su is also a waste..."

Yu Su's soldiers and horses were not far from Yanshan Pass, and they had only traveled a few hundred miles before asking for help. At that time, Zhao Tinggui did not know that Tang Shedu was rebelling, so he felt uneasy and sent a few people there, but they did not come back.

He was so anxious that he waited in Guanzhong for a while, only to see five spiritual winds rising into the sky and being divided by several demonic hands. Zhao Tinggui could only say blankly:

"Yu Su is probably dead..."

The Yu family's "Changfeng Cage" is very famous. It contains five evil spirits. Zhao Tinggui went to see it in person back then. Now it looks like this. The "Changfeng Cage" has been demolished. Is there any way for Yu Su'an to survive?

Then Murong Gong of the Murong family suddenly led his men out of the pass. Yanshan Pass was empty. Zhao Tinggui only had five foundation builders in his hands... What else could be blocked? What else is there to stop!

He didn't know how Zi Mansion exchanged benefits, but there were also demon cultivators in Yanshan Pass who were causing chaos. They only lasted for half a quarter of an hour before the whole army collapsed. Zhao Tinggui didn't even have time to find several junior brothers and was immediately drowned in the billowing demon smoke.

Zhao Tinggui's strength is relatively good compared to ordinary people, but he comes from a humble background. Although the Ning family temporarily gave him a few magic weapons, how can his skills and spells be compared with those of the direct line of the Murong family? They are just for resistance. After fighting for dozens of times, he suddenly couldn't withstand the opponent's attacks and had to retreat.

If he hadn't had these magic weapons in his hands, Zhao Tinggui would have fallen into the siege of demon cultivators long ago. He and his junior brother Lin Wuning fled all the way here. Murong Gong followed unhurriedly, as if he was still not satisfied with the harvest. Satisfied, I want to hang out a few more people.

Zhao Tinggui felt cold in his heart, and his junior brother Lin Wuningfu murmured again:

"Senior brother... this devil is getting faster and faster... I'm afraid he's almost reaching the riverside. Seeing that there are no more fishermen, he's going to close the net!"

Of course he knew what Lin Wuning meant. Murong Gong had just shattered the Yanshan Pass formation by himself. Although he had used a magical weapon, the strength under the blessing of this magical weapon could not be faked. The two of them might have escaped. Not going out anymore.

"Boom!"

The bright purple light fell again, and the small white jade lamp in Zhao Tinggui's hand was filled with dense, hair-like colored light. Zhao Tinggui was staggered, and most of the wind was gone from the soles of his feet.

This Murong Gong didn't know what he was practicing, and he might have the "Fu Shui" magic weapon in his hand. Every time his magic fell on him, there would be a dispersing power, making it impossible to set up the magic weapon under his feet. .

After two more attacks, the man suddenly fell silent, looked deeply into the depths of the magic mist, and said softly:

"Wu Ning, we have escaped so far, and the only one chasing us behind us is Murong Gong. I am holding the [White Flower Cup] to block this demon for you. You step on the [Lu Shangyun] and head south alone. Go escape."

Lin Wuning was dumbfounded after hearing this, his heart was infinitely complicated. He wanted to say something to refuse, but it was so tight in his chest that he couldn't say it out.

Lin Wuning didn't have much fondness for this senior brother earlier. Zhao Tinggui was born in poverty, and it is a miracle that he has reached his current position, but he always likes to form gangs, win people's hearts, cherish feathers, and consider The reputation is quite exquisite.

Lin Wuning was the son of the Peak Master, and he was born with a somewhat reserved and noble demeanor. He felt that he looked like a villain and could not become a great person, so he always looked displeased.

But as time passed, he also realized that although Zhao Tinggui was rushing around the camp every day, he sincerely cared for the disciples in his peak, and he gradually let go of his grudge.

In the past, he often despised Zhao Tinggui for working around for the benefit of three melons and two dates, with no dignity at all. Now his face turned red after hearing this, and he said weakly:

"Senior brother has a bright future... It's better for me to... break up... for senior brother."

"What nonsense!"

Zhao Tinggui was not in the mood to pay attention to his attitude. He glanced deeply in the fog, trying to choose a direction for him to escape. Lin Wuning murmured and backed away. Zhao Tinggui murmured:

"I promised Li Xijun...I promised Li Qinghong, but in the end the barrier was broken in half a quarter of an hour. Even my own senior brothers couldn't be found, let alone Li Yuexiang..."

Lin Wuning only said:

"How can you blame senior brother for this! I know that Li Yuexiang is Li Xizhi's sister, Li Xuanfeng is terrifying, and Li Qinghong is also good... But how many of these people can come back? There is no need..."

Zhao Tinggui shook his head and whispered:

"I shouldn't have sent people out to respond... Yanshan Pass was broken in a quarter of an hour, and most of the responsibility fell on me... There are more or less monks from various families in northern Vietnam in the pass. If I escape alone, I will be blamed by thousands of people." , everyone hates it!”

"How can I have the dignity to cross the river and go back?"

Zhao Tinggui replied with a calm expression. Seeing that his junior brother was still confused, he could only explain in a low voice:

"I had known that this day would come. Ever since the sect sent me - Zhao Tinggui, who was helpless and without any background, to gather the monks, and then took away all the foundation-building monks in my hand, I understood Nothing will end well for me.”

Lin Wuning looked at him confusedly, and Zhao Tinggui only said:

"In the past, the Chi family didn't need to care about anyone's opinions, but now they are weak and cannot be as domineering as before. Such a huge defeat, breaking the barrier in half a quarter of an hour, from top to bottom, counting one, two, three, four, someone will come out to suffer..."

Lin Wuning seemed to gradually understand. Zhao Tinggui just held the golden cloud under his feet, poured all his mana into the white jade-like lamp, looked at him twice, and finally said:

"Junior brother often says that I am running for the field. I know it is difficult for you to understand, but before I went to the mountain, I was the son of a farmer. I only carried a sickle on my back. Without drilling, it is not enough to gain a foothold."

"Later I realized that if I don't dig in, I will die, and if I dig in, I will die... It's too late. All the cultivators thought that the Ning family was behind me. In fact, they were wrong. There was nothing behind me. I had been pinched a long time ago. Sooner or later, I would fall. ”

His magic power penetrated into the clouds, sending Lin Wuning to the south, and sighed deeply and gently:

"Junior brother looks down on me. I have always known that, but I did not stop you from saving you. Master took me up the mountain and taught me to love and care for all my junior brothers. I will always remember it."

White light erupted from his body, and the magic weapon in his hand shone brightly, blocking the sweeping purple light. Blood flowed from all the orifices. Murong Gongben, who was in front of him, looked at him jokingly, and now he gradually became more serious.

Lin Wuning buried his head and rushed out of the black cloud. The magic cloud under his feet flew faster and faster, and quickly submerged into the heavy clouds. There was a magic cloud under his feet, and the ground was full of debris. It flew for several miles, and then the magic energy gradually slowly Fade down.

He covered his head and flew in the wind until he saw the turbulent river. Crossing the river and heading south, the fear in his heart slowly subsided. His senior brother's words echoed in his heart for a moment, and he was filled with gratitude. At a loss.

"Continuing to the south is Wangyue Lake..."

Lin Wuning hesitated for a moment, but still did not stop to remind him. For fear of wasting time, he changed direction and went around Bianyan Mountain. He secretly calculated the time. If he brought reinforcements back, he might be able to save Zhao Tinggui.

…

Qingdu Mountain.

The coldest days have passed, and the heavy snow has gradually subsided. Although the ice on the lake has not melted, it has become much thinner. Li Xuanxuan finished drawing the talisman, rolled up his sleeves and walked around in the mountains.

I heard that the situation in the north is getting more and more complicated, but the news about his family is getting less and less day by day. Li Zhouwei is also busy. Li Ximing is in seclusion and retreat, and the child's matter has never been settled.

Li Xuanxuan thought for a moment and decided to look for Li Zhouwei. Unexpectedly, when he walked to the palace gate, he bumped into him head-on.

The young man's face was grave, and he was already more than a head taller than Li Xuanxuan. His eyes were filled with golden light, and his face was full of thoughts. The black cloak on his body was stained with snow, which was melting away little by little.

"Huang'er...how is it?"

Li Zhouwei bowed slightly and replied:

"Just now, some demonic cultivators escaped into the Shanyue area and colluded with several Xitan survivors to steal the spiritual rice and escape. We just dealt with it and came to see you, sir."

Li Xuanxuan nodded, and Li Zhouwei raised his hand to close the palace door tightly to isolate the movement of the formation inside and outside. Only then did he look worried and said softly:

"The cronies I deployed earlier were observing on the northern river bank. I just came back and reported that the magic smoke was very rampant. At one point, even Yanshan Pass in the south was shrouded in magic smoke. I am afraid that it has been affected by magic. The situation is not optimistic."

Li Xuanxuan sighed deeply and asked in a low voice:

"Is there any sign of the fate jade at home?"

The direct descendants of the Li family all have Wen Yang Ming Jade, which is stored in the ancestral hall. If there is a life or death crisis within five to ten years, the Life Jade will appear on it. This is what Li Xuanxuan asked.

Li Zhouwei shook his head and reminded:

"The land of Jiangbei is already in chaos. Even the Purple Mansion Maha is not sure. How can the mere fate jade show up? As early as when they entered the Xu Kingdom, these fate jade lost their luster and could no longer show their safety."

Li Xuanxuan had no choice but to nod, hesitated for a moment, prepared for the worst, and asked:

"If the Yanshan Pass is broken and the demonic cultivators rush to the border of Xu State...how will we deal with it?"

"Just watch Qingchi's reaction."

Li Zhouwei had obviously thought about it earlier, and said bluntly:

"If we react faster and stop the demonic cultivators on the river, we can build another line of defense and reorganize the cultivators to resist... If not..."

He glanced at the north with his golden eyes and said word by word:

"We can only resist on the north bank of Wangyue Lake, and the Fei family is the front line!"

Li Xuanxuan had already had a premonition in his heart. After hearing this, he still sighed and replied:

"Earlier, Xijun promised so many of his family members to come and told me that they would share weal and woe... I looked down on him a little, but now it seems that the demon cultivators are about to kill us."

Li Zhouwei mentioned the Fei family so seriously, obviously hinting:

'If it comes to that, if we lose again, we may lose the north bank...'

Once Qingchi retreats again, our family will be the front line of the struggle between the north and the south! How will we deal with it then? Regardless of winning or losing, how will we deal with the millions of mortals in the area?

The Li family has been operating on the south bank of Wangyue Lake for so many years. If they lose this place, where else can they live? Are they really going to abandon these ten thousand square spirit fields and several spirit veins and flee to the East China Sea?

'If it comes to that, how can I face my father Zhong and uncle? ’

The old man held up his tea and hesitated to drink it, worrying about the safety of several younger generations. Li Zhouwei looked at the north and whispered:

"Be prepared. I have sent a few more loyal people to investigate."

The white ape had just returned to the clan with Li Chengliao a few days ago, but Li Zhouwei did not plan to send him to investigate. Although the white ape was stronger and more convenient to come and go, he had just broken through the foundation after all. Once he was caught by the demon cultivators in the north, he would lose a lot of combat power...

He looked at it solemnly, and the golden light in his eyes slowly flickered. He thought to himself:

"If it really comes to this...I'm afraid I can't delay it any longer...Take some pills, go into seclusion with all my strength, and break through the foundation first..."

The Li family has learned a lot of news now. It is not the faster the better to practice Qi and break through the foundation. It is best to practice more magic until the age of 40 or 50 to build the foundation. The latest should not exceed 60.

The technique that Li Zhouwei practiced was the fifth-grade technique, the Ming Huahuang Yuan Jing, which was the highest grade in the history of the Li family. He was different from ordinary people and was born closely related to Mingyang. His practice speed should have been amazingly fast.

It was just that he wanted to prevent it from being too shocking and attracting unnecessary attention. Secondly, he was steady and focused on practicing magic and halberd techniques. He deliberately focused on consolidating the foundation and had no intention of making progress. That's why he slowed down.

But even if he slowed down a lot, his practice speed was faster than that of Li Ximing at that time. He reached the middle stage of Qi training before he was 20 years old.

Li Zhouwei's eyes flashed and he made a decision secretly. But a man came up from below with a small letter in his hand and handed it to Li Zhouwei.

He untied it with a unique method, took a look, waved his hand to let the man go down, and said softly:

"There is news about Yu Fuzi of Changxiaomen."