Chapter 668: The Heart of the World

This young man was full of confidence, and it seemed that it was extremely easy to disperse the casual cultivators in front of him. Li Qinghong was slightly surprised and said softly:

"Fellow Taoist, this is..."

Xi Zikang chuckled softly, shook his silver-white sleeves, and took out a small, shiny silver chariot from his sleeves. It was no more than the size of a palm. Two small white and blue flags were stuck on it with runes on it. He The edict said:

"The Xuan Lei Department is under the jurisdiction of Beigong, and Chengyu plans to save the world and cure the disease!"

The thunder flag shook and came to life in an instant, like a violent tiger, beating vigorously, and in an instant it turned into the size of a house. The two blue and white thunder flags fluttered high, beating with silvery white lightning. It stretches out more than ten feet with the wind.

"My Xuan Lei whipped the storm and stirred up thunder...it just drove away a group of monks!"

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and storms arose on the sea. Xi Zikang landed on the thunder horse, tightened the silver-white reins, rode the storm up, and said loudly:

"Senior, just wait for ten breaths."

There was already a strong wind on the sea, and everything was dim and gray. No fingers could be seen. Only a simple and domineering thunder flag shined with a dazzling silver-white light. The two thunder flags were like dragging two thunder snakes, biting on the sea. behind.

Xi Zikang is like the god of thunder, with a shining silver robe and majesty.

'Yes... he is also from the famous Zifu Immortal Clan in Beihai. It seems that he can trace his roots back to Lei Palace... he is not an ordinary family. ’

This young man was young, friendly and respectful, and there were no too luxurious decorations on his body. Li Qinghong forgot about his noble background for a moment. At the moment, the majesty of this car driver almost matched that of Tuoba Zhongyuan back then. Already…

'Several Lei Fa families and sects in Beihai are indeed the remnants of the Lei Palace from the past. This majestic Lei Yu couldn't be more obvious...'

Suddenly, Xi Zikang had already driven the storm over, and Dongli Island was in a state of darkness. All the monks could not see their hands, and they all looked up, but silver-white thunder fell from the sky, making the chickens and dogs jump.

This group of people was a patchwork of monks from various schools, and they dispersed in fear. The three foundation-building monks all opened their eyes and rode the wind, with abusive words on their lips. Seeing this noble and domineering frame, Their expressions changed, and they hesitated to approach.

Xi Zikang made a secret and cast a spell. He pulled the thunderbolt like a piece of white cloth and smashed it on the heads of the three people. He only said in a cold voice:

"East China Sea is full of demonic cultivators after all!"

The three of them were all casual cultivators from the East China Sea. One was full of blood, and the other two were also full of turbid energy. They couldn't withstand such mysterious thunder, and they were immediately frightened to death. They screamed in agony, turned around and ran away.

However, Xi Zikang's technique seemed careless, but it was of extremely high quality. The thunder was already very fast, and the three of them were immediately miserable and fled in the billowing black smoke.

Xi Zikang was really taken aback and wondered:

"What a terrible cultivation... Although the East China Sea is vast, it is the territory of the Dragon genus. The endless treasure trove under the water is inaccessible. It is isolated on a few islands... How can there be any good things..."

He estimated in his heart that these three people had no intention of fighting with him. Most of the survivors in Donghai were cautious. With such a large formation and such an extremely noble car, no one could tell that they were direct descendants of the immortal clan. He didn't dare to say anything more, he just kept his head down and prayed that he wouldn't come after him.

He originally only wanted to contain a few people, but he underestimated his own strength. Now the smoke disappeared completely, and the entire sea area of ​​​​Dongliu Island was deserted. He drove the Thunderbolt and circled twice in the air, and angrily collected the Fajia. rise.

"Tao friendly strength."

Li Qinghong came up with a smile. Xi Zikang was a little embarrassed, but the big formation under his feet suddenly flickered. An old man flew out from it, wearing a red robe. He took a cautious look and said from a distance:

"Which senior is in front of you?"

This matter is the Li family's business, so Xi Zikang didn't say anything and tilted his head silently. Li Qinghong only nodded and didn't respond to him. The old man looked at it twice, suddenly realized, and came forward eagerly:

"It turns out..."

"Eh."

Li Qinghong interrupted his words. The old man came to his senses, came closer, and whispered:

"We also invite two seniors to join the battle and discuss it in detail!"

Li Qinghong didn't want to waste time and said warmly:

"No need."

The future of this trip to sea was uncertain. Not only did Li Qinghong not bring the mysterious screen of Chongming Cave, he even left the Six Thunder Mysterious Punishment Order at home. He had no choice but to whisper to Xi Zikang. The young man suddenly understood and took out a small apricot color from his sleeve. The tower covers the surroundings and isolates the inside and outside.

This move startled the old man in red robe. He gritted his teeth and did not move. Let the light from the tower envelope a few people. Li Qinghong said softly:

"I wonder which Taoist friend it is?"

"The villain Han Shihai! I once met a fairy..."

"It's you!"

Li Qinghong really recognized this man. It was this man who received her when she went to Dongliu. But at that time, this man was only middle-aged. Now he suddenly has gray hair and his aura has changed drastically...

Han Shihai showed deep gratitude and replied:

"I spent all my life to guard the formation at home, which made the fairy laugh..."

Han Shihai was already at the end of his rope, and now he was bursting into tears as he started to talk.

Master and Servant Han Shizhen is the backbone of the Han family. After the sudden death in the dragon territory, the Han family can be said to have fallen into decline instantly, and its strength has shrunk day by day...

This was already an extremely dangerous situation. The ancestor of the Han family was in seclusion to break through the Zifu. He was cultivating the "Return to Earth" in Tu De. He was caught off guard by the vision of water descending and thunder rising. He only managed to hold on. One year, it turned into a sky filled with visions.

The surrounding families suddenly became violent, and the remaining foundation builders of the Han family died one after another. Only Han Shihai and a female cultivator were left. They were desperate on the island, and they were even prepared to destroy their entire family and only escape with their own lives.

But even after thinking about it for ten days and ten nights, Han Shihai couldn't imagine that Li Qinghong would come to the rescue. He was so happy and sad that he burst into tears and almost bowed to the ground.

Li Qinghong just helped him up and whispered:

"Your family has been operating in the East China Sea for many years. Do you have any information about the Miao family in the South China Sea?"

Han Shihai didn't ask her what she wanted to do. After searching carefully, he took the jade slip out of the storage bag and said in a deep voice:

"Replying to my benefactor, the Miao family once had some business dealings with my family, and everything I know is in it."

Li Qinghong took it casually, not in a hurry to look at it, and said softly:

"Okay, I just scared these people away. You hurry up and arrange for the clan members to evacuate. If there is any further delay, I'm afraid those families will catch up with us as soon as we leave."

"ah?"

Han Shihai was completely confused now. He had already made preparations for the Han family to merge into the Li family. Just now, everything had been done according to the attitude of his subordinates. Who knew that Li Qinghong's words had shattered all his preparations.

'But! But! Why should you help my family for no reason! ’

Han Shihai's hundred years of experience in living in the East China Sea completely lost its effect at this moment. He glanced at Li Qinghong blankly and murmured:

"The fairy first covered my family in front of the Immortal Sect, and then saved my family from fire and water... How could there be any reason for my family to leave..."

Li Qinghong laughed and asked:

"After all, you are a monk from the East China Sea, but you still say such things. You just left when I asked you to leave. Do you have to cut some of your flesh to feel comfortable?"

She saw the heavy look of confusion on the old man's face and said seriously:

"The death of your family is somehow related to the affairs of my family... The friendship is still there, and the noble fell suddenly, it's just a matter of a little effort... There is no need to say more, old man, please take people there quickly!"

Han Shihai heard her sincerity now and choked up:

"The fairy's kindness is as great as a mountain. My life is running out and my death is only a matter of a few days. I cannot repay this kindness... The Han family has recorded the kindness of rebuilding... If there is an afterlife, we will tie a grass ring to repay..."

Saving the Han family is a matter of friendship, but Li Qinghong didn't want to get too involved and replied softly:

"My family is also walking on thin ice. Qinghong will probably never see that day again. I will go and find another way to survive. Don't mention my Li family, for fear of bringing disaster to the nobles."

Han Shihai was even more mournful. He hid his face and resigned. He returned to the island halfway like the wind. The spirit boat rose and fell, and the group left in a hurry. When everyone disappeared, Li Qinghong and Xi Zikang took off together.

The young man was quite shocked and flew away. He was speechless for a long time. Li Qinghong paused and asked:

"Do you know about the Thunder Palace? It seems that the world is boiling..."

"Of course I know!"

Xi Zikang was a little absent-minded and said softly:

"The Immortal Lord has left this world, and the two earthly virtues have been proven at the same time. The sect and the family have been restrained for a long time, the heaven and the earth are united, and the Twelve Thunder Palaces naturally collapsed. There is nothing to say."

Seeing Li Qinghong thoughtful, Xi Zikang even knew what doubts she still had in her mind and said casually:

"As for the people who have been suffering in the Thunder Palace for a long time at dawn... Tu De represents the people's livelihood of the country - the people listen to themselves, the people see themselves, my heart is the heart of the world, wouldn't it be normal for the world to boil? It's not just a thought!"

"I know what fellow Taoist wants to say. I have also heard how people in the world refuted Lei Gong, but they just laughed and said nothing."

‘My heart is the heart of the world…how terrifying! ’

Li Qinghong was living in China, and in this post-catastrophic era, he had hardly seen any decent Tu De monks. Even Chang Xi Zhenren, who only practiced magical powers in Zifu, was more famous. This was the first time he heard about Tu De's magical powers, and he was secretly surprised. Surprised:

"If that's the case...it's not unreasonable for Tu De to only have magical powers...if the people obey one thought, which family can tolerate it?"

She felt heavy in her heart and couldn't speak for a long time. She even had some other speculations in her mind:

"Qingxuan is also a soil virtue, but it's not like the people's livelihood. Maybe only two of the five soils have such magical power."

Among the five virtues, five are water, five are fire, and three are gold. The rest are not well-known, and it is even more difficult to know their names. Li Qinghong tried one or two, but Xi Zikang didn't know whether he didn't know or didn't want to tell, so he didn't reveal them.

"The ancestor of the Han family didn't know what kind of skills he practiced, and the water and thunder killed him... Is it intentional or unintentional? I'm afraid only people like Xi Zikang know this kind of secret..."

She was a little distracted. Xi Zikang was still immersed in Han Shihai's words just now. He was silent for a long time and whispered:

"I thought that those who practice demonic arts are heinous people, but they can have such a friendship and spend all their life in order to protect the clan. Although my family practices Xuan Lei Zhengfa... it is difficult to find a few people like him. "

Li Qinghong said softly:

"Blood elixirs are everywhere in the East China Sea, and demonic practices and spells are spread. Even normal practice requires some blood, so in the eyes of fellow Taoists, they are all villains..."

Xi Zikang paused for a moment, looking a little pained after all, and murmured:

"But if you take the blood pill, you have taken it, and if you practice the magic power, you have cultivated it. No matter how friendly he is, no matter how forced he is, he can't get rid of the turbid blood. Although Zikang admires this person, if he meets him in Beihai, he will still treat him with thunder. Attack it with law."

"My real person once said that mistakes are not their fault, but evil is their evil. Even if you don't have the strength to cleanse the demons and change their mistakes into right, you can't turn a blind eye to the evils that can be subdued."

Li Qinghong was about to speak but stopped and remained silent. He didn't know how to respond to him, and his heart was dark:

‘His ancestors were from the Leigong Daoist school. They didn’t seem as bad as the Shen family’s skills said, but they didn’t have much compassion. The ancient affairs were entangled and unclear, and the reputation of Wei and Li was not much better... There’s nothing to say...’

She traveled around the East China Sea all the way, changed direction, and went to Yuezhou Island of Xuanyue Gate:

‘This news is unusual. Let Xuanyue Gate send a letter to my home. ’

…

Wangyue Lake.

Li Zhouwei only sorted out the affairs at home and sorted out everything. His father Li Chengliao was in seclusion, so he had to arrange for Li Minggong and Li Chenghuai to take care of him first, and then went to the hall.

Bai Rong strolled barefoot in the hall, and Li Xuanxuan followed him. He seemed to be in a good mood and talked and laughed.

There were really not many people that Li Xuanxuan could talk to. The old man liked to talk about the past, but there were even fewer people who could talk to him in detail. If he counted them, there were only Li Qiuyang, Chen Donghe, and An Queyan.

Li Qiuyang was injured before and after, and was burned by fire. He was too old to look good. Li Xuanxuan went to visit him, but he couldn't say a few words. Chen Donghe and An Queyan were all respectful and didn't say much.

Bai Rong was humming and mumbling, and he actually talked to Li Xuanxuan. Li Zhouwei heard bursts of laughter outside the hall and was reluctant to go in.

But after waiting for a few breaths, Bai Rong came out in a flash and said a few goodbyes to the old man. Li Xuanxuan didn't want to interfere with the younger generation's business, so he smiled and sent him out.

The two of them rode away from the lake, and Bai Rong said angrily:

"My white fox clan can understand people's hearts to some extent. The old man has a lot of grievances in his heart, and it is not easy to live in his later years."

Li Zhouwei rarely looked a little gloomy. Bai Rong took out a magic weapon from his sleeve and muttered:

"You must practice well, don't go out to fight bravely, those who fight bravely will die sooner or later, and don't learn from your elders who don't care about their own lives...Live a few more years to save the old man from being sad again."

"Junior knows."

Li Zhouwei responded sincerely, and Bai Rong threw the spirit boat into the air, and it turned into a simple wooden cart in an instant, with two crooked wooden wheels, and the bark was peeled with pits and bumps, with patches here and there, and a few branches emerging.

Bai Rong introduced proudly:

"This is my demon carriage. It was used to pick up children from my tribe in the north slope! Later, when I got to the cave, I practiced the magic carriage. You are the first Bai Lin to ride it!"

"Yes..."

Li Zhouwei felt a little strange. It was the first time he saw someone traveling in a cart. He sat cross-legged in the cart. Bai Rong fell to the side, grinning for no reason, and summoned a ball of green wind.

"Let's go!"