Chapter 575: Great Ning Palace

"This is the broken copper sword and the 【Six Thunder Profound Punishment Order】."

【Copper Hidden】 is the magic treasure of Yu Mu sword, the quality is not low, it is a pity that the Buddhist cultivator's refining means really cannot be compared with the immortal and demonic paths. The texture of this magic treasure is very good, but the sacrifice means are not very high.

Now this sword was cut by the Qingchi sword, Li Xuanxuan took it out and placed it in his palm, and saw the yellow sword section was smooth, and he didn't know if there was a backhand of pity.

As for the 【Six Thunder Profound Punishment Order】, it was completely different. Although this magic treasure had a world of difference from the 【Six Shock Profound Thunder Order】, it was also the extreme of the art of tools, and it was by no means an ordinary object.

Li Qinghong took out one, weighed it in her hand, and the silver-white thunder fell into her palm, and she couldn't help but praise:

"It's really a good treasure!"

She felt it carefully, rubbed it lightly on the seal script, and the remaining five pieces jumped up, circling her wrist like flowing light. Li Qinghong closed her eyes and said softly:

"It's a pity... but it is 'Profound Thunder'."

The Dao foundation that Li Qinghong practiced was 'Profound Thunder Po', which was changed from 'Winter Thunder Sound'. Although it was called Profound Thunder Po, it belonged to the 'Xiao Thunder' in the thunder, which was not completely compatible.

But after all, it was a thunder magic treasure. This lack of compatibility was just a slight lack when magic power was running. Li Qinghong played with it for a while, turned her hand and put it away, and said softly: "The magic treasure is the top-level magic treasure, but I have never used this kind of immortal order magic treasure, so I still need to study it more."

She put away the tokens, untied the 【Xuanwen Bottle】 from her waist. This magic treasure was purple, covered with purple thunder patterns, a treasure bottle was overflowing with light, standing on the case, Li Qinghong said softly: "This magic treasure was originally obtained by Brother Jiao, and it is something in the East Fire Cave Heaven. It has different effects when used with different immortal foundations."

"But the effect of this magic treasure in Brother Jiao's hands was a bit special. It is just a spitting thunder and storing spiritual thunder in my hands."

She held the treasure bottle, placed one hand flat, and poured out a bit of bright thunder light. This thunder was restrained by her, falling into her palm one by one, flashing, or violent, or agile, all with characteristics. 【575-14

She held up the precious vase, placed one hand flat, and poured out a little bit of bright thunder light. This thunder was restrained by her, falling one by one into her palm, flashing and shining; some were violent, some were agile, all with their own characteristics.

Li Qinghong took several small golden bottles from her storage bag and stored them one by one. After collecting seven golden bottles in total, she handed the precious vase to Li Xizhi: "It should have been given to you in the first place."

"Aunt, what are you saying!"

Li Xizhi examined it for a moment. The mysterious-patterned vase was no more than three fingers wide in his palm; it was small and cute, with exquisite patterns and a shimmering purple light. He raised his hand and placed the item into Li Ximing's hand:

"Since it is an item from the Eastern Fire Cave Heaven, it should be handed to you..."

Li Xizhi was absent-minded; he only hurriedly closed his hand, looked anxiously at Li Qinghong, and said, somewhat restlessly:

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

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

"Qinghong... this matter..."

The only person in the Li family now capable of crossing the river and returning unscathed was Li Qinghong. She nodded gently and said warmly, "I understand. I will return to the north immediately."

"Thank you, Aunt!"

Li Xizhi responded with great gratitude. Li Ximing, listening from the side, understood clearly. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his hand felt warm.

Li Xizhi's hand was still covering his, pressing that mysterious-patterned vase into his hand. All his words of dissuasion were pressed back into his throat by this push, and in the end, he only spat out a few words: "Aunt, be careful..."

Li Qinghong nodded and replied, "There is no time to lose. Ximing, come with me to the north first. Xizhi, you and that Li Quantao should rest and recover a bit, and come over in a few days."

"I shall return to Qingdu to pack!"

Li Ximing stood up, and the aunt and nephew rose on the wind together. Li Xizhi saw them to the outside of the courtyard, feeling somewhat uneasy, and paced around the old house twice with his hands behind his back before returning to his seat.

Li Xuanxuan was counting various spiritual items, his old face drooping, his expression unreadable. He raised his eyes, saw Li Xizhi's heavy expression, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ximing has been in seclusion for many years and has only seen Yuexiang a few times in total; how much affection could he have... Do not overthink it. He is a bit heartless... but not to that extent..."

"Grandfather..."

Li Xizhi sighed lightly, his lips trembling slightly. Only then did the pain show, and he replied, "I also do not want Aunt to take risks... I know Ximing's thoughts, and I understand that Yuexiang is likely in grave danger, but what if there is a glimmer of hope?"

The rest of his words turned, but in the end, they did not come out. He had not known that Li Yuexiang had gone to the north; he only learned later that it had been arranged by the clan.

'He is not the only heartless one.'

Yanshan Pass.

Demonic smoke rolled across the ground, and specks of light rose up. In the dark, sunken ruins, there were collapsed white stone fragments everywhere. The bloodstains had long since dried, and only a few broken bones were scattered among the ruins.

The ruins were completely empty. Specks of black light swam out from the cracks in the stones, turning into a black snake, wandering through the lonely ruins.

Li Wushao's black snake eyes stared at the demonic smoke, his body slithering. He had been slowly escaping back since leaving Chengshui Mausoleum for several months, and this was the first time he had appeared at Yanshan Pass.

The north and south were fighting in pitch darkness. Li Wushao had seen Chengshui Mausoleum as a sheet of clear water, with immortal light falling. He had decisively transformed into his original form, shrunk his body, dived into the water below, and fled south without looking back.

He was originally a hook-snake from the East Sea. Not to mention anything else, having survived in the East Sea for such a long time, he naturally had a knack for escaping. Being in the water, which he was skilled at, he quickly shook off his enemies and headed straight south.

But Li Wushao had not expected Yanshan Pass to be broken. Along the way, there was demonic smoke everywhere. He had been beaten three times while fleeing with his head covered, almost losing his old life there.

"It's only because I was born in the East Sea, full of demonic Qi, and not some orthodox cultivation sect, that I'm hard to observe while mixed in the demonic smoke. If I were like those other sect mounts, full of clear light, I would have been beaten to death long ago!"

Li Wushao was wandering above the ruins when a black light suddenly fell from the sky, landing in front of him and turning into a man in black, who stared at him with some suspicion.

Li Wushao was caught red-handed, but he was not panicked. He raised his snake head and looked openly, suddenly hearing the other party say coldly:

"Fellow Daoist, which unit are you from... why are you lingering here?"

Li Wushao was full of demonic Qi and was strolling above the ruins, so this person could not determine his reason for a moment. How could he guess that the defeated soldiers of Chengshui Mausoleum were still wandering around on the demonic land to this day?

Li Wushao saw that he was full of demonic Qi and looked like a northern rogue demonic cultivator. He flicked his tongue and replied, "I am a protector under the seat of Dharma Master Kongheng of the Yan State! Which unit are you from, Fellow Daoist? You're meddling in too much!"

The snake demon spoke with certainty, but he felt somewhat unhappy in his heart, cursing secretly: "Damn it... I have to borrow the monk's name again. For these past few months, I've really been his mount! It's truly shameful..."

The other party was somewhat hesitant. Although the main force of Buddhist cultivators now consisted of 【Empty Appearance】, 【Compassionate Appearance】, and 【Kind Joy Appearance】, the seven paths of the north had all come more or less. Who knew which one this Kongheng was? Just seeing this demon snake speaking with certainty, he said coldly, "I have never heard of any Dharma Master Kongheng!"

"Are you blind, you dog!"

Li Wushao cursed, slapped the ground with his tail, pointed straight at him, and scolded, "My Dharma Master is a figure who even the 【Great Desire Appearance】 Dharma Master Yuxin begged bitterly to discuss the Dharma with! A mere demonic cultivator who cannot see the Great One dares to bark here!"

Yuxin was indeed a Great Desire Path Dharma Master who came during the first attack on Yanshan Pass and was repelled by Li Qinghong and the others. If one really spoke of it, it was indeed true. The black snake raised its head, and that expression was truly intimidating.

'This demon snake's mouth is too foul.'

The demonic cultivator heard him mention Yuxin and really believed it quite a bit. However, having been scolded for no reason, he was still somewhat unhappy. With a trace of doubt still in his heart, he said coldly, "Since you can be a protector under the Great One's seat, you must have read many scriptures!"

"Heh! You asked for this!"

Li Wushao sneered in response, took the "Venerable Cultivation Subduing Words" that Kongheng had taught him back then, and began chanting gibberish. The mysterious and inexplicable mantra echoed in the air, and combined with his previous words, it immediately made the demonic cultivator in front of him jump.

"You plague-ridden stupid snake!"

The Buddhist scriptures were strange and varied. He did not want to be converted halfway, so he hurriedly cursed to save face and scrambled to rise on the wind, plunging into the black mist.

"Pah!"

Li Wushao spat at his back and dived back into the ruins. This person was likely the Foundation Establishment cultivator guarding this place. After this toss, there were no more obstacles.

"Something happened at Chengshui Mausoleum, most of the demonic cultivators stationed here have left, and that Dharma Master also followed them back to the north... otherwise, this guy wouldn't have been so easy to fool..."

Li Wushao also saw the crystalline color falling from the north, but he was not surprised, cursing secretly in his heart:

"Humans just love that bit of face. If you want to kill, just kill. You have to create some disputes, fight back and forth, and only then fall. It's all blind tossing, and in the end, it's just hypocritical concealment."

Li Wushao had seen too many such things in the East Sea. Which dragon son of the water palace wanted to take an immortal foundation to refine elixirs or treasures? The monsters of the East Sea lined up to die. Where was there a need to toss back and forth like this, to start great wars, to start disputes...

Although he said so, Li Wushao still envied the decency of the cultivators in the sea. Even when a Purple Mansion cultivator killed a Foundation Establishment one, they had to decorate it, and they rarely killed without reason. Living was much more comfortable.

He lowered his head, traveled through the ruins for a while, and soon arrived at the place he had originally guarded. He rummaged through it and found a long halberd.

This long halberd had a simple design and was very light. It still had words carved on it: "Qingdu Li Family, Lijing Chen Clan, Chen Mufeng."

'This little kid died here.'

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

"Damn it..."

The demon snake had a foul face. He lifted a few large stones and indeed saw half of his head. Li Wushao searched for the other half from the soil, but it had already rotted. He wiped it, pieced it together, and put it into his storage bag.

"Humans have a tradition of burying corpses. I'll take it back to Chen Donghe to bury."

He blinked, searched twice, and pulled out a few more corpses of Li family members. Fortunately, he did not recognize any of them. He put them away one by one and cursed, "Damn it, just die where you are!"

He had transformed into human form. His eyelids twitched, and he looked twice more. Not finding An Jiyan's corpse, he silently breathed a sigh of relief.

This person had been digging the mineral veins under Moon-Watching Lake with him at that time, wearing a bald head and looking happy. He was very good at eating, sometimes lazy, but he ran fast.

He examined it once. There was also a big man with a golden hammer at the pass, who should have been called Li Wen. His whereabouts were also unknown, and it was possible he had been reduced to ashes, and that hammer had been picked up by someone else.

He walked back all the way, finding a few more corpses halfway, and secretly put them all away, thinking secretly: "Those from the Moon Lake Peak of the demonic sect... seeing the situation, they should have all run away. Perhaps they didn't even have time to run."

He walked barefoot all the way, occasionally seeing familiar faces, but they were not complete. Sometimes it was a familiar nose, or a piece of an ear that looked familiar, half-rotted, lying on the ground.

Li Wushao cursed whenever he saw them. He walked all the way into the pass, cursing and swearing. His voice became lower and lower, and in the end, the old snake fell silent.

Li Wushao had been in the East Sea for so many years, but he had never really had any friends to speak of. His own kind saw his bloodline as lowly and often disdained to speak with him, and other demon races did not even dare to see him.

Upon arriving at the Li family, Li Wushao gradually had the concept of so-called acquaintances and friends. Although he had always had a foul face and a foul mouth, An Jiyan and Chen Donghe might have had other interests in mind, but they did not think he was foul, and they all had friendships with him.

Li Yuexiang was even more of a little girl. She had been clever and cute since she was a child, and the children taught by Xiao Guiluan were more clever than the next. At that time, Li Wushao looked after her for Li Yuanyuan.

Li Yuexiang had liked white dresses since she was a little girl. At that time, she had instructed Li Wushao: "I am usually on the mountain. Uncle Wushao does not need to wait all the time. Coming from the lake, I will not let Xiang'er wait too long."

In a flash, it had been more than twenty years.

When Li Yuanyuan died back then, Li Xuanfeng asked him if he wanted to stay in the Li family. Li Wushao could not say a word in front of this person, but asking himself, Li Wushao had already become accustomed to this life where he did not have to live in fear and could speak his mind...

Now that his acquaintances had become dead people, lying on the ground in pieces, despite the cold weather, they were still rotting into a mess. For the first time, Li Wushao frowned for the sake of a few Qi Refining humans.

The old snake walked all the way to the center of the collapsed formation, his spiritual sense searching back and forth in the ruins. He turned it over twice and suddenly saw a broken sword.

This broken sword was only a foot long. The wooden talisman at the end swayed gently, a palm long and two fingers wide, stained with black blood, with a few small, graceful characters written on it:

"Waiting for you for a long time."

The demonic wind blew. The old snake looked at the wooden talisman, then at the charred marks and dark bloodstains on the stone. He looked for two breaths, then turned back to look at the wooden talisman, his throat choking and emitting a hiss unique to snakes.