Chapter 560: Praying to the Profound Heaven to Listen

She followed a group of cultivators to fight with the demonic cultivators, killed all the way to the abdomen, and fought fiercely with a demonic guest minister of the Murong family. With a glance, she saw the rainbow light.

Li Qinghong had long received his letter, understood that Li Xizhi had taken three Huixiu Pills in a row, and his serious injuries had not healed. Seeing this rainbow light, she was naturally anxious. The enemy in front was also difficult to deal with, so she immediately made up her mind.

So she turned her offensive, fought with her life, fought out her injuries, beat the enemy into blood light and fled, used the 【Queqing Ling】 feather blue flowing light on her body, and drove the thunder without stopping to rush over.

Feather blue flowing light was the original effect of this feather clothes of the Wanling Sect, plus her thunder was originally divine speed, which immediately caught the two by surprise.

"Qiu Ji."

Back then, the Xiao family market was robbed, Qiu Ji beat Li Xuanxuan to serious injury in the market, his vitality was greatly damaged, and he killed Li Qinghong's younger brother, Li Yuanyun, the only heir of Li Xuanling, and finally could not even find the bones.

Later, he even raided the Li family and killed her uncle Tian Youdao. Li Qinghong didn't mention it often, but the hatred in her heart was not small at all. Every time she thought of it, she felt that the world was vast, and there was no chance for revenge.

"Still dare to come and harm my family..."

Now new hatred and old grudges surged into her heart, Li Qinghong's purple light burst out, and the thick thunder power surged into her palm, melting Qiu Ji's head. This demonic cultivator let out a heart-piercing roar, and Li Qinghong said hatefully: "That day, the demonic wind blew and melted my brother's flesh, now return it one by one!"

The scorching white thunder light gushed out, Qiu Ji's figure melted and disappeared in the struggling white energy. Thunder is best at breaking demons and removing evils. This purple thunder made him taste the pain of ten thousand thunders added to his body, dissolving his flesh and soul cleanly, without leaving a trace.

Being imprisoned and enduring the thunder scattering, dissolving from head to toe along with the soul, even the Buddhist cultivators famous for reincarnation would have to die suddenly. The black smoke dissipated, I am afraid that even the True Lord could not save him.

"If the timing was not wrong... cannot consume too much with him, also have to torture well, only then can it be considered revenge..."

Li Qinghong killed one person, the 'Longkong Weique' in her body was eager to move. Her purple-blue flowing light was originally the thunder brilliance and 【Queqing Ling】 echoing each other. Now the thunder was thicker, and the purple was also more obvious.

She looked back, re-transformed into purple-blue flowing light, and immediately disappeared on the spot, leaving the thunder sound still echoing in the clouds.

The demonic head Ge fled for several miles, several blood pills in his skin all exploded, gradually recovering to his original speed, and finally escaped from that strange Fushui magic tool, his heart slowly falling.

"I'm afraid she is busy torturing Qiu Ji..."

His thoughts only jumped for a moment, the hair on his whole body exploded, his back was burning with pain, he hurriedly turned his head to push the magic tool, terrified:

"Fellow Daoist, speak well! Speak well! I have nothing to do with that person, no need to destroy my hundred-year Dao industry..."

"Boom."

Responding to him was only the magic tool in the hand of the female cultivator with long feather clothes. The purple magic bottle flew high, and several thunder lights gushed out from it, smashing towards his magic jar.

"Ouch!"

This magic tool was connected to his heart and spirit. The demonic head Ge immediately coughed up blood, suffered such a blow from the thunder, the purple-black magic jar was covered in black energy, and it was at least five years less of nourishment time.

Li Qinghong had just obtained the feather clothes, her combat power was even higher, and the talisman energy was blessing her. Thunder light flowed, where could she tolerate him? The long spear picked out a piece of thunder shadow and pierced straight through the chest.

"Boom!"

Thunder brilliance flashed again. Li Xizhi looked at the flickering purple light in the clouds, his heart relaxed, and he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. Li Quantao asked blankly: "That is Senior Qinghong?"

"It is Aunt."

A smile appeared on Li Quantao's face, he shook his head and said: "Thunder method is the first-class method to break demons and punish evils, and Senior's strength is strong, which really makes me, a junior, look at it with admiration."

Li Xizhi also had a sense of shock in his heart. Qiu Ji was not weak, at least a few points stronger than many clan Foundation Establishment cultivators. If he hadn't been seriously injured, although he could win against this demonic cultivator, it would be very difficult to kill him.

Li Qinghong although had thunder method blessing, unexpected, went all out, and killed this person within a few moves, which was also a shocking thing. His heart was both happy and worried:

"One is that Aunt's strength has improved... two is... I am afraid Aunt has been injured, stimulating that 'Longkong Weique'..."

Longkong Weique is a talisman energy specifically for fighting. Li Xizhi didn't think this demonic head Ge could escape, just worried about Li Qinghong's injuries. The two adjusted their breath slightly, and the old man Yu Yuwei had already approached.

Although Li Quantao had some prejudices against him, he still greeted him politely. Li Xizhi did not show it on his face, but there were some doubts in his heart: "What is the injury of Yu Yuwei? When he fought against Tuoba Zhongyuan, his strength was very strong, but just now it was a bit wrong..."

The three demonic cultivators that the old man faced were not Qiu Ji and demonic head Ge, but just ordinary Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators born from blood books. It shouldn't be that they blocked the old man so dead.

Li Qinghong's thunder light just now immediately frightened the demons away, which made Li Xizhi have some doubts about the strength of the three demonic cultivators, and his heart sank.

Several people were in poor condition and didn't dare to stay in this place for long. They hurriedly rode the wind and followed the direction of the purple light to fly. They chased for dozens of miles, and there were already several demonic lights chasing from behind. Li Xizhi looked colder and colder: "The enemy and I are too disparate... I have only seen demonic energy for dozens of miles and have not seen immortal light. The strength of the cultivators brought by the leaders is not bad, it should not be like this... It seems that there are demonic cultivators coming to reinforce."

Several people stopped for a while, and saw the purple light turning back. Li Qinghong's expression was solemn, holding a magic jar full of cracks in one hand, and the heavy purple light in the other hand was constantly refining a black ball. Her lips were full of blood, and she felt relieved after seeing a few people.

Li Qinghong had the same awareness of the situation. Tang Shedu and Li Xuanfeng led people from the east and south respectively. The side of the east had been continuously lost, and there was already a trend of collapse. She flew for dozens of miles and didn't see a fellow Daoist, didn't dare to stay long, and would rather be injured than hurriedly kill this person.

At the moment, she paused and said softly: "Let's retreat to the south first, there are fewer demonic cultivators there."

The three were nodding and responding. Yu Yuwei was calm and composed, and couldn't see any strange color. The three hadn't said anything yet, but heard the roar echoing in the sky, golden light shining, and a demonic sound said sharply: "Tang Shedu!!"

The buzzing sound was endless. Yu Yuwei's old eyes scanned the surroundings. Several pieces of demonic clouds were slowly gathering. This old man had a suspicious look on his face, and his heart was somewhat uneasy: "Why are there so many demonic cultivators? Why don't I see the rest of the people?"

This old man hadn't spoken his doubts yet, and a vast demonic sound followed, exhausted, with sharp killing intent: "【Praying to the Profound Heaven to Listen】 is ringing! This person has already doubted! Quickly remove him!"

"Buzz..."

Li Xuanfeng pulled the bow again, the golden bowstring was full of sharp brilliance, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the distance, Murong En of the Murong family was holding his stomach, releasing black energy all over the sky.

The Murong family had many Daoist traditions. The cultivation of Murong En was clearly different from Murong Wu, but closer to that Maha Murong Xia. His body was a piece of rotten mud pieced together, saying it would disperse, it would disperse, saying it would combine, it would combine.

And his stomach didn't know how many things it contained. Besides black energy, there were scattered various magic tools, and sometimes black clouds transformed into human figures, flying out into the air.

"Not a demonic cultivator, but like a mage..."

"Buzz..."

The golden arrows at Li Xuanfeng's waist jumped back and forth, mostly dazzling golden, engraved with bright white mysterious texts, only one waited quietly on the side, presenting golden-red colors, and also more slender and beautiful.

This golden-red mysterious arrow was quenched by six-ding combined fire in the cave heaven back then, and collected by the purple mansion spiritual tool Zhige. Two outstanding figures at the Foundation Establishment level accidentally catalyzed it, which was particularly powerful. It was considered a treasure at the bottom of the box, so naturally, it would not be used easily, just jumping out a golden arrow.

This mysterious arrow slowly climbed two layers of gold, one layer was lighter and sharper, the other layer was darker and heavier, two golden lights intertwined and jumped, gathering on the arrow, buzzing sounds rang out unceasingly, and the demonic cultivator in front was clearly a beat slower.

"Damn!"

The dazzling golden light gathered, Murong En felt the pain between his brows again, his heart hated as if a breath was blocked in his chest, and he operated his magic power again:

"No wonder Murong Wu died, this person's bow method is simply unbelievable, the magic tools in his hands, the spiritual clothes on his body are not weak, 【Praying to the Profound Heaven to Listen】 says he is born with divine power, the aperture is in the palm... it is indeed rare..."

Although he hated it to the extreme in his heart, he had to admit this person's strength, as if he had taken some pills, performed some secret techniques, the arrows shot out had two layers of magic power, one layer was sharp and unparalleled, one layer was grinding and destroying, very difficult to deal with.

The sense of danger between his brows became thicker and thicker, his heart suddenly cooled, and a thought had already appeared in his mind:

"He wants to hit my left arm!"

In an instant, his left arm transformed into black cloud energy and dissipated, the golden brilliance had already crossed several miles from behind, Murong En screamed, his expression gloomy, both lucky and hateful:

"If it wasn't for the Lord giving the spiritual tool 【Praying to the Profound Heaven to Listen】, able to hear the landing point of his mysterious arrow... damn it... wait a minute..."

Although his body could aggregate at any time, Li Xuanfeng's mysterious arrow was not something that could be dodged just by saying so. As soon as it fell, it immediately made him scream unceasingly, Jin Gang struggled on the body surface, cutting off a piece of demonic energy.

Li Xuanfeng here suppressed this demonic cultivator to retreat steadily, but his heart was depressed, very suspicious, staring at him with gray eyes for two glances, his heart sank: "Clearly there are two demonic cultivators... where did the other one go?"

Li Xuanfeng fought to this point, feeling something was wrong, the three had fought for nearly a hundred times, Murong En's demonic body had been destroyed by more than half, although the screams were miserable, he never had the intention of retreating.

"What is he waiting for..."

Li Xuanfeng was suspicious to this point, narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at Tang Shedu. If it wasn't for this guy guarding against him from beginning to end, tied hand and foot, not daring to let go to deal with the demonic cultivator opposite, how could he let this demon head hold on until now?

Mages were good at playing with people's hearts. Tang Shedu was tied hand and foot, had the heart to guard against, and the Murong En opposite could see it, deliberately not attacking him with all his strength, everywhere targeting Li Xuanfeng, guarding against the spiritual arrows he shot.

Li Xuanfeng had no choice but to look at the cultivators in the fog with a gloomy color. His subordinates were still a little better. Lin Shouye's strength was good, Zhuang Cheng's talisman sword was sharp, and the two had already beheaded the demonic cultivators they were facing.

Kong Heng and Wushao held back three demonic cultivators, Lan Ying of the neighboring valley was also outstanding in strength, beating the demonic cultivator in front of her to the point that his body was almost collapsing, and the rest of the cultivators only lost one, even that Bai Yinzi was struggling to support.

"Qinghong went to Tang Shedu's block..."

Li Xuanfeng looked at the immortal lights falling one after another and the rampant demonic energy, and a premonition of misfortune slowly rose in his heart. He was slightly dominant here, but Tang Shedu's group of subordinates had already collapsed, and there were not even a few points of immortal light in the rampant demonic clouds...

"It's really a messy arrangement... I don't know how Xizhi is... Qinghong should have gone to rescue..."

Li Xuanfeng's golden bow slowly pulled full, but his eyes slowly emerged with a gloomy color. This face was originally fierce, and the fierce color in his gray eyes made people look at it with awe.

"Wrong... wrong..."

Li Xuanfeng's heart was like a large stone slowly sinking into the bottom of the lake, golden light silently rose from his two arms, a terrifying guess appeared in his heart: "Tang Shedu..."

Why did the cultivators led by Tang Shedu collapse so easily? This person must have revealed the layout cleanly, maybe what magic tools everyone had, what immortal foundations they had were revealed, and the demonic cultivators just surrounded and killed them in order...

He lowered his brows, and a thought coldly emerged in his heart. This thought was enough to shock the cultivators, and Yanshan Pass was almost broken:

"Tang Shedu is afraid... he is afraid of Tu Longjian... he is afraid..."

His golden bow only stopped for a moment in the air, there were strands of flowing light emerging on his body, the demonic light and blood light in front of him suddenly paused, and this demon head roared out a deafening roar like an explosion:

"Tang Shedu!"

'Tang Shedu!'

"Clang!"

A harsh magic power whistling sound rang out, a point of golden white jumped out from the endless black, shaking countless mulberry leaves on the ground to drift, the flesh and bones on the mausoleum were rolled up by the strong wind, falling from the sky.

A white-golden long halberd had been accumulating power for a long time, breaking through the thick cloud sea, the golden light like the morning sun swept away all evils, and like a golden pill jumping out of the endless clouds, it stabbed over! This long halberd rolled the wind and clouds, bringing out twelve white-golden small branches, thick magic power constantly rolling on it, the air blade was beautiful and smooth, showing the pressure of years of accumulation.

The golden light rolled upward, climbing along the soft armor that was bright to somewhat white, jumping onto the thick arm, illuminating Tang Shedu's calm and ruthless expression, his slender five fingers firmly holding the white round handle.

The long halberd pointed straight at Li Xuanfeng! This long halberd didn't know how long it had accumulated power, like a golden lightning bolt across the dark night, but it was silent and sharp, much faster than the sound of Murong En's roar. This long halberd stabbed in front of him, and only then did he hear the demonic sound rolling:

"【Praying to the Profound Heaven to Listen】 is ringing! This person has already doubted! Quickly remove him!" ===== CHAPTER 561 =====