Chapter 588 In the Magic Smoke

Li Xuanxuan looked at Li Ximing, then turned to Li Xizhi. The two brothers' expressions were all in his eyes. He touched his sleeves and took out two jade boxes.

"This is the broken copper hidden sword and the [Six Thunder Mysterious Punishment Order]."

[Tongzang] is Yu Mujian's magical weapon, and its quality is not low. Unfortunately, Shi Xiu's weapon refining methods cannot be compared with those of immortals and demons. The quality of this magical weapon is very good, but the sacrificial training methods are not very good.

Now that the sword was cut by the Qing Chi Sword, Li Xuanxuan took it out and put it in his palm. He saw that the cross section of Huang Chengcheng's sword was smooth, and he didn't know if there was any backhand from Lianmin.

As for the [Six Thunder Mysterious Punishment Order], it is completely different. Although this magical weapon is vastly different from the [Six Thunder Mysterious Punishment Order], it is also an extremely skilled weapon and is by no means an ordinary thing.

Li Qinghong opened the jade box and saw six palm-sized silver-white tokens shining brightly. Their respective seal characters lit up and made a small roaring sound.

Li Qinghong took out one and weighed it in her hand. The silver-white thunder was falling into her palm. She couldn't help but praise:

"What a good baby!"

She felt it carefully and rubbed it gently on the seal text. The other five immediately jumped up and flew around her wrist like streams of light. Li Qinghong closed her eyes and whispered:

"What a pity...it's 'Xuan Lei'."

The foundation of Taoism practiced by Li Qinghong is "Xuan Lei Bo", which is modified from "Winter Thunder". Although it is called Xuan Lei Bo, it belongs to the "Xiao Lei" among thunders, so it is not completely consistent.

But after all, it is a thunder magic weapon, and the lack of fit is just a slight lack of magic power. Li Qinghong played with it for a moment, turned his hand and put it away, and said softly:

"The magical weapon is a top-level magical weapon, but I have never used this type of magical weapon. I still need to study more."

She received the token and took off the [Xuanwen Bottle] from her waist. This magical weapon was purple and covered with purple thunder patterns. A treasure bottle was filled with brilliance and stood on the case. Li Qinghong said softly:

"This magic weapon was originally obtained by Brother Jiao. It is something from Donghuo Cave Heaven. It will have different effects if it is used by different immortal bases."

"But the effect of this magic weapon is somewhat special in Brother Jiao's hands. When it falls into my hand, it is just a weapon that can swallow thunder and store spiritual thunder."

She held up the vase, held it flat with one hand, and poured out a little bit of bright lightning. The thunder was restrained by her, and fell into the palm of her hand one by one. They were sparkling, violent, or agile, all with their own characteristics.

Li Qinghong took out several small gold bottles from the storage bag and stored them one by one. He collected seven gold bottles before handing the bottle to Li Xizhi:

"It should have been given to you."

"Auntie, what are you talking about!"

Li Xizhi looked at it carefully. The Xuanwen bottle was no more than three fingers wide in the palm of his hand. It was small and cute, with exquisite lines and shining purple light. He raised his hand and put the thing into Li Ximing's hand:

"Since it belongs to Donghuodongtian, I'd better leave it in your hands..."

Li Xizhi was absent-minded, so he closed his hands in a hurry, looked at Li Qinghong hurriedly, and said uneasily:

"Auntie, Xiang'er is still in the north!"

Li Xuanxuan had been sitting on the edge of his seat for a long time, and had been wanting to speak for a long time. Seeing his grandson speaking for him, the old man stood up from his seat and whispered:

"Qinghong...this matter..."

The only one of the Li family who has the ability to cross the river and escape unharmed is Li Qinghong. She nodded gently and said warmly:

"I understand. I'll go back north immediately."

"Thank you, aunt!"

Li Xizhi responded gratefully. Li Ximing heard clearly from the side and opened his mouth to say something, but his hands were warm.

Li Xizhi's hand was still covering his, and he pressed the Xuanwen bottle into his hand. All his words of dissuasion were pushed back into his throat, and in the end he only uttered a few words:

"Auntie, be careful..."

Li Qinghong nodded and replied:

"Without further delay, Xi Ming will follow me to the north first. Xi Zhi and Li Quantao will recover from their injuries and will come over in a few days."

"I'll go back to Qingdu to clean up!"

Li Ximing stood up, and his aunt and nephew took off together. Li Xizhi was sent outside the hospital, and he raised his hands with some uneasiness. He walked around the old house for two weeks and then returned to his seat.

Li Xuanxuan was lighting various kinds of spiritual objects, his old face was drooped, and his expression could not be seen. He raised his eyes and saw Li Xizhi's expression was solemn, and he said in a gray voice:

"Ximing has been in seclusion for many years, and has only met Yue Xiang a few times. How much love can he have... Don't worry too much, he is a little ruthless... But it's not like this..."

"Big father..."

Li Xizhi sighed softly, his lips trembled slightly, and then he showed pain and replied:

"I don't want my aunt to take risks... I know what Xi Ming is thinking, and I also understand that Yue Xiang is most likely to be in trouble, but what if there is a glimmer of hope?"

The rest of his words went around in circles, but he didn't come out after all. He didn't know about Li Yuexiang's trip to the north, but later he found out that it was an arrangement made by the clan.

'He is not the only one who is heartless. ’

…

Yanshan Pass.

Demonic smoke rolled across the ground, and dots of light rose up. The dark ruins were littered with collapsed white stone fragments. The blood had long since dried, and only a few broken bones were scattered on the ruins.

There was no one in the sky above the ruins. Dots of black light swam out from the cracks in the rocks and turned into a black snake, wandering in the lonely ruins.

Li Wushao's black snake eyes stared at the magic smoke, and his body swam away. It had been several months since he slowly escaped from Chengshui Ling, and this was the first time he appeared in Yanshan Pass.

The north and south were fighting, and the sky was dark and the ground was dark. Li Wushao kept seeing the water in Shuiling. The fairy light fell, and he decisively turned into his original form. He shrank his body, got into the water below, and fled southward without looking back.

He is a hook snake in the East China Sea. Not to mention other things, he can survive in the East China Sea for such a long time, so he is naturally good at escaping. And in the water he is good at, he can quickly get rid of the enemy and keep going south.

But Li Wushao never thought that the Yanshan Pass would be broken, and there would be demonic smoke everywhere along the way. He would be beaten three times when he ran away with his head covered, and he almost lost his life here.

"I was born in the East China Sea, and I am full of demonic energy. I am not practicing the sect's righteous method. It is difficult to observe when mixed in the magic smoke. If I were naked like the other sect mounts, I would have been killed long ago. Go!”

Li Wushao was walking around the ruins when a black light suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of him, transforming into a man in black, staring at him with some confusion.

Li Wushao was caught red-handed, but he didn't panic. He raised the snake's head and looked at it openly. Unexpectedly, he heard the other person's cold voice:

"Which department are you from, fellow Taoist? Why are you staying here?"

Li Wushao was full of demonic aura and wandered around the ruins again. This person was not sure of his reasons for a moment. How could he have guessed that the defeated soldier named Shuiling was still wandering around the demonic land today?

Li Wushao saw that he was full of demonic aura, and he looked like he was a demonic cultivator from the north. He spat out the letter and replied:

"I am the Dharma Protector of Master Kong Heng of Yan State! Who is this fellow Taoist? You have such lenient control!"

This snake demon was confident in his words, but he felt a little unhappy in his heart and cursed secretly:

"Damn... I'm borrowing the monk's name again. I've been treating him as his mount these past few months! It's really embarrassing..."

The other party was a little hesitant. Although the current Buddhist cultivators mainly focus on [Empty Phase], [Compassion Phase], and [Good Joy Phase], there are more or less people from the Seven Paths in the north. Who knows what this Kong Heng is? Which of them? Just looking at this demonic snake's words, he said coldly:

"I haven't heard of Master Kong Heng!"

"Your dog's eyes are blinded!"

Li Wushao cursed, patted the ground with his tail, pointed straight at him, and cursed:

"My mage is a person who even the [Great Desire] mage has begged so stupidly for no reason! The little demon cultivator dares to bark here because he can't see the adults!"

Yu Xin was the Great Yu Dao Master who came when he attacked Yanshan Pass for the first time. He was repulsed by Li Qinghong and others. It is true to say that this black snake raised its head and looked really threatening.

‘The mouth of this demonic snake is also very smelly. ’

The demon cultivator listened to him talk about his stupidity and really believed it a lot. He was just scolded for no reason. After all, he felt a little unhappy. There was still a trace of doubt in his heart and he said coldly:

"Since my fellow Taoist can protect the Dharma under His Majesty's seat, I must have read a lot of scriptures!"

"Ha! You asked for this!"

Li Wushao responded with a sneer, picked up the "Zunxiu Fuzheyan" taught by Kong Heng back then and began to chant. The mysterious and incomprehensible mantra reverberated in the air, matching his previous words, and immediately made the magic cultivator in front of him jump.

"You stupid snake with a plague!"

The scriptures that Shi Xiu wrote were full of strange things, and he didn't want to be passed over by someone halfway. He hurriedly cursed to save face, and hurriedly flew into the wind and plunged into the black mist.

"Pooh!"

Li Wushao pouted at his back and burrowed back into the ruins. This person was probably the foundation-building monk guarding this place. After such a struggle, there was no obstacle.

"Something happened in Shuiling. Most of the demon cultivators stationed here left, and the mage also followed him back to the north... Otherwise, this guy wouldn't be so easy to deceive..."

Li Wushao also saw the crystal colors falling from the north. He didn't think it was strange and cursed secretly in his heart:

"People just want a little face. If you kill someone, kill someone. You have to cause some disputes, fight back and forth, and finally fall. After all the fuss, you end up being hypocritical and covering up."

Li Wushao has seen this kind of thing a lot in the East China Sea. Which dragon in the water palace wants to take the immortal foundation to refine the elixir and refine the weapon? The monsters in the East China Sea are lining up to come to die one by one. How can there be such a tossing and tossing, what kind of war? What kind of dispute...

Having said that, Li Wushao still envied the respectability of the monks in the country. The Zi Mansion was more pretentious about killing people to build foundations, and there were fewer unprovoked killings. Life was much more comfortable.

He lowered his head and walked through the ruins for a while, and soon arrived at the place where he was originally stationed. After flipping through the ruins, he found a halberd.

This halberd is simple in shape and very light. It has words engraved on it:

"The Li family of Qingdu, the Chen family of Lijing, and Chen Mufeng."

'The little boy died here. ’

Li Wushao had seen this middle-aged man before. At that time, he was captured and brought back to the Li family. Chen Mufeng was still a young man and Li Wushao had dealt with him.

"Your mother..."

The demonic snake had a stinking look on his face, and he lifted up a few big rocks, and sure enough he saw half of his head. Li Wushao dug out the other half from the soil, which was already rotten. He rubbed it together, put it together, and put it in his storage bag.

"People have a tradition of burying corpses. Go back and give it to Chen Donghe to bury."

He blinked, searched twice, and pulled out several more corpses of the Li family. Fortunately, he didn't recognize them, so he put them in his pocket one by one and cursed:

"Mother, die right where you are!"

He had transformed into a human form, his eyelids twitched, he looked around twice again, but could not find An Yanyan's body, and he breathed a sigh of relief silently.

At that time, this man was digging the mineral veins under Wangyue Lake with him. He had a bald head and was cheerful. He was very good at eating, sometimes lazy, and he could run very fast.

He looked around and found that there was a big man holding a golden hammer in the pass. He should be called Li Wen. He also disappeared. It is possible that he was reduced to ashes and the hammer was picked up by someone.

He walked back all the way and found a few more corpses on the way. He secretly put them away and thought to himself:

"Those people from the Yuehu Peak of the Demon Sect...should have run away when they saw this, or maybe they didn't even have time to run."

He walked barefoot all the way and could still see familiar faces from time to time, but they were not complete. Sometimes it was a familiar nose, or a familiar ear, half rotten, falling to the ground.

Li Wushao cursed at everyone he saw. He cursed all the way to the pass, and his voice became lower and lower. Finally, the old snake was silent.

He, Li Wushao, has been in the East China Sea for so many years, but he has never had any friends. His fellow tribesmen often disdained to talk to him because of his low bloodline, and other demon tribes dared not even see him.

After arriving at the Li family, Li Wushao gradually began to have the concept of acquaintances and friends. Although he always had a foul face and foul mouth, An Queyan and Chen Donghe might have other interests in mind, but they did not think it was foul and all had friendship with him.

Li Yuexiang was even a little girl. She was well-behaved and cute since she was a child. The children taught by Xiao Guiluan were smarter than each other. At that time, Li Wushao took care of her for Li Yuanjiao.

Li Yuexiang liked to wear white skirts since she was a little girl. At that time, she also told Li Wushao:

"I am usually in the mountains. Uncle Wushao does not have to wait all the time. He will come from the lake and will not let Xianger wait too long."

It has been more than 20 years in a daze.

When Li Yuanjiao died, Li Xuanfeng asked him if he wanted to stay in the Li family. Li Wushao couldn't say a word in front of him, but if he asked himself, Li Wushao had already gotten used to this kind of life where he didn't have to worry and could speak his mind freely...

Now the acquaintances had become dead, falling to the ground in pieces. Despite the cold weather, they were still rotten beyond recognition. For the first time, Li Wushao frowned for a few Qigong people.

The old snake walked all the way to the center of the collapsed formation, and his spiritual consciousness searched in the ruins. After turning over twice, he suddenly saw a broken sword.

The broken sword was only about one foot long, and the wooden talisman at the end was shaking gently. It was a palm long and two fingers wide, stained with black blood, and had a few small words written on it, which looked beautiful:

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The devilish wind rolled over, and the old snake looked at the wooden talisman, then at the charred marks and dark blood on the stone. After looking at it for a few breaths, he turned back to look at the wooden talisman, choking in his throat and making a hissing sound unique to snakes.