Chapter 592: Great Ning Palace Falls (Part 1)

The sky in the Great Ning Palace was heavy, and it was gloomy all around. The lake, which was originally clear and good-looking, had now dried up, the earth cracked, and occasionally a few clouds flew in the air, but soon dissipated.

The mountain cliff in the center had already collapsed, smashing most of the dried-up lake, and countless palaces and buildings collapsed, covering the ground, a miserable scene.

Something happened in Anhuaitian, and a group of Zifu fell into it to fight, and even started fighting in the Great Ning Palace, shaking it incessantly. In less than half a quarter of an hour, this place was beaten into a ruin. If it weren't for people constantly maintaining it, it might have been beaten into powder.

Now the Zifu Mohe had all entered, and the pillar of light that reached the sky didn't know which Zifu left a dark hand. After entering, it was beaten to pieces, and the Great Ning Palace became a garbage that was not worth looking at, and no one visited it anymore, dark and gray.

It was quiet all around. Li Xuanfeng stepped down from the palace ruins. The ground was full of broken stones. He pressed one hand on the stone steps, pulled out this stone step several feet wide, and threw it to the other side casually, making a heavy roar.

Li Xuanfeng had been trapped here for some days, but he was not idle. There were many spiritual objects in this collapsed palace, which could be taken for use.

He looked carefully and took out a bright silver lamp from the ruins. After wiping away the dust, he wrote in large characters on the square base:

"Gaoping Xi family."

This lamp was only at the Qi refining level. Li Xuanfeng looked at it. The craftsmanship was exquisite and generous. He listened to the voice of Si Yuanli on the side: "When the Wei Guo perished back then, the various cultivators went south, all the way to the riverbank. At that time, most of the south of the Great River was the territory of the Chu State. The King of Chu ordered the various cultivators to stop at the north of the river and not continue south."

"Sima, Su, Xi, Xiao... the various families all met at the north of the river, talked secretly for several days, and with the Li and Jiang families on both sides of the Jia River as the head, established the Ning State, serving the Wei orthodox, and the Immortal Sect as the Wanling Upper Sect."

The collapsed palace roof ridge was high and warped. Si Yuanli sat on it, crossing his legs. He held his chin with one hand, looking a bit leisurely: "At that time, the view of the portal was not heavy, and the various cultivators all tried their best for the country. The Ning State made the King of Chu very jealous, and he always had hostility toward the various surnames who crossed over later..."

Li Xuanfeng listened to a journey, and the Gaoping Xi family on the lamp base was shining. He whispered: "I heard that the founder of the 【Pure One Sect】 was the Xi family..."

"It is the Gaoping Xi family."

Si Yuanli replied: "That person listened outside the Chongming Hall, but could only count as half of the Dao lineage, but the more he lacked, the more he cared. I heard that person regarded the Green Pine Temple Dao lineage as his own all his life, and the Pure One Sect was the same, obsessed with this all day long."

Li Xuanfeng nodded slightly, and Si Yuanli suppressed it for a while, whispering: "Daoist guessed right, my Si family's original surname was Sima, a northern powerful family. In the Zhou period, there was already Zifu cultivation. When Wei perished, we went south all the way, and finally stopped in Jiangnan."

"So the inheritance is deep..."

Li Xuanfeng responded to him, and Si Yuanli sighed in a low voice: "The various surnames of the North and South have been inherited to this day. Looking at it, whose ancestors were not kings, princes, generals, and ministers? If you don't mention it, forget it. If you mention it, you sigh left and right, nothing more than a sentence... the descendants are not filial."

Li Xuanfeng was silent. At least his own family was also the Wei Li recognized by Yuan Su. He saw Si Yuanli silent for a moment, whispering: "The ancestor once guarded the riverbank for the Wei Guo, which is why there is this volume of 【Huaijiang Map】, which was drawn by the Upper Yao True Lord Cui Yan at that time... It is a first-class Zifu ancient spiritual tool."

Li Xuanfeng was slightly stunned in his heart, and asked casually:

"Ancient spiritual tool... it looks like an ancient spiritual tool for guarding and suppressing. I don't know how it compares to the 【Xinyou Luze Seal】?"

"This..."

Si Yuanli considered it for a while, shook his head and replied: "It can't be compared, and different spiritual tools are not the same in different people's hands. In short, the power of these two spiritual tools is very terrible."

Li Xuanfeng suddenly remembered the 【Stop Ge】 and 【Go Cloud】 in Yu Muxian's hands back then. Seeing that he was talking with great interest, he asked casually:

"How does it compare to 【Stop Ge】 and 【Go Cloud】?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Si Yuanli let out a burst of hearty laughter, his two eyebrows raised with disdain, and replied: "Daoist is really joking! 【Stop Ge】 and 【Go Cloud】 are imitations of Yuanwu. 【Stop Ge】 imitates the 【Not Crossing】 of the Xiu Yue Sect, and 【Go Cloud】 imitates the 【Heavenly Jiu】 of the Jiu Kui Temple. They are not as good as ordinary spiritual tools. You take these two things to compare with ancient spiritual tools?"

He hesitated on the ruins for two breaths, seemingly looking for a suitable metaphor. He took out a plain magic sword from the storage bag and pointed at it: "This thing also came from Yuanwu Peak. It is said to be at the Foundation Establishment level, but at a glance, it is piled up by many Qi refining people day and night. It only touches the edge of Foundation Establishment, has the appearance and quality of Foundation Establishment, but there is no miracle at all."

This thing was not used by the direct descendants of the Immortal Sect. Li Xuanfeng looked at it carefully, and it was indeed as he said, so he nodded. Si Yuanli laughed:

"Daoist compares this thing with the 【Wall Water Elixir】 of Fuchen Peak. That is about the difference between those two imitations and ancient spiritual tools!"

He passed this sentence through his heart like lightning, and keenly caught one sentence:

"【Stop Ge】 imitates the 【Not Crossing】 of the Xiu Yue Sect..."

Back then, Yu Muxian sacrificed 【Stop Ge】, and Tang Shedu ridiculed it, making Xiao Yongling change color. Li Xuanfeng remembered that sentence very deeply. It seemed that Xiao Xianyou, the ancestor of the Xiao family, was once hailed as a Golden Core seed, and was beaten to death by a magic tool in the shape of 【Stop Ge】! "Whether Tang Yuanwu had such strength at that time is not to say... 【Stop Ge】 had not been refined yet. In this way, it was that spiritual tool 【Not Crossing】..."

"Xiao Xianyou was killed by the Xiu Yue Sect! Shangyuan? Or which one?"

Li Xuanfeng did not give birth to curiosity out of thin air. Senior Xiao Chuting's actions were difficult to figure out, and his position was also difficult to infer. If he could get news of Xiao Xianyou, perhaps he could infer Senior Xiao Chuting's general position, and his family would have a basis for judging the situation in the future.

"These direct descendants' talent and resources are already a hundred times that of ordinary people, and most of their temperament is not bad... and they monopolize these situations and relationships... making ordinary people confused... and being manipulated at will..."

Li Xuanfeng thought a bit deeply, and Si Yuanli seemed to have been touched because of that 【Huaijiang Map】. Both of them were silent. The sky above their heads had turned light blue, and the bright light penetrating in could be vaguely seen, shining brightly on their heads, as if they were at the bottom of the lake.

"Losing the divine ability of True Person Qiushui, and being ravaged by various Zifu, the Great Ning Palace finally can't hold on!"

Si Yuanli sighed and smiled:

"As long as you wait for a while, you can leave this ghost place!"

"Boom!"

Purple thunder was hazy in the air, terrifying. Li Qinghong's magic power thunder had turned bright purple, and every feather on the feather clothing lit up with bright colors.

She killed her way all the way regardless of cost and loss, several times relieved the siege for several ferry crossings, and would rather be injured to save time, which activated the 【Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow】 in her body.

At this moment, the magic power in her body surged, the thunder pool set off bursts of thunder storms, her two eyes were hazy with purple intent, the silver-white long spear pointed straight, light flashed, and silver-white thunder emerged from the six tokens in her palm, falling with a boom.

Li Ximing's four northern cultivators, three were Zifu Golden Core Dao who took blood energy, and the remaining one was an orthodox demonic cultivator of the same furnace. Silver-white thunder cracked, and they suddenly screamed.

The three Zifu Golden Core cultivators who took blood energy were still okay, shaken and unable to move. The remaining orthodox demonic cultivator was like falling into boiling oil alive. The robe on his body exploded, and rolling bubbles appeared on the skin under the bottom, blood vessels burst, emitting rolling black smoke.

"Mysterious Thunder!"

Li Ximing was shocked. Although this person was the most restricted in the confrontation with Li Ximing, often covered in sweat by his bright light, tied hand and foot, but thunder was the best at punishing demons, and mysterious thunder was the first among thunder, naturally incomparable.

Li Qinghong had seen many demonic cultivators along the way. Her apricot eyes moved, and she understood clearly. This person was eight or nine out of ten that his whole body was refined by the demonic path. On weekdays, he was indestructible, but when he met mysterious thunder, he was like tofu, and he could be beaten into pieces in two strokes.

She drove the thunder and approached. The purple spear shadow pierced into the demonic smoke. Taking advantage of the silver-white thunder still echoing in the air, purple light accompanied by sparrow shadows flew in, and did not pierce the body of the demonic cultivator whose body was melting, but turned to pick off a person in the air.

Li Qinghong had saved several family ferry crossings and had long figured out the minds of these people. She didn't rush to kill the seriously injured demonic cultivator, but let him go, which could attract many cultivators to surround and kill, reducing the pressure for the great formation.

She pondered in her heart, but this cultivator was miserable. The magic power in his body was still vibrating, but he had to reluctantly urge the magic tool to resist. His heart trembled: "This southern demonic path... actually has a thunder method Dao lineage? Why work for the demonic sect!"

He pinched the formula to cast the spell, seeing a round shield flying over in the air, buzzing and shaking. Although it carried a piece of brilliance, the quality was really ordinary. It had just arrived in front of him, but the purple-white spear arrived:

"Clang!"

Purple thunder exploded on this round shield. The magic tool was fiercely drawn, almost flying backward, hot and shining, emitting a piece of black smoke, but Li Qinghong's long spear did not stop, and pierced again.

Purple thunder exploded on this round shield. The magic treasure was fiercely struck and almost flew backward. It was steaming hot and shining, rising with a sheet of black smoke, but Li Qinghong's long spear did not stop at all and stabbed again.

Fighting with such a majestic and thunder-surging cultivator was a matter of being terrified and unable to be distracted for a moment. This northern cultivator was suppressed by this, and only slowed down by half a beat. A thunderbolt had already exploded, enlarging in his pupils.

"Pfft!"

Li Qinghong had fought in a hundred battles, and her fighting experience was extremely rich. A spear flashed, and the magic clothing on his body was just like a layer of thick leather, shattering with a clatter. The long spear had already pierced through his chest, bringing out a piece of blood flower.

Until this moment, the magic tools of the other demonic cultivators hit one after another, but they were all suppressed by the Jinyang Huangyuan Pass. This person was pierced through the chest by the long spear, his face turned pale, vomiting blood, and suppressing the thunder in his body to retreat.

Li Qinghong retracted her spear, and the 【Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow】 in her body was urged. The purple thunder under her long boots stepped on the air, the long spear pointed obliquely, her gaze was like electricity, and she shouted coldly: "Roll!"

Silver-white thunder rippled with her words, pushing the few people back several steps. Li Ximing timely loosened the suppression power of 【Jinyang Huangyuan Pass】 slightly. The three magic tools flew out in a hurry, and the three people were pardoned, fleeing one after another.

As for the demonic cultivator whose body was melted earlier, how could he dare to stay more? He had long turned into a black smoke and fled for several miles, and was being chased by several other demonic lights, fleeing for his life toward the depths of the north.

Li Qinghong retracted her spear and stepped. A muffled thunder sounded, and the purple electricity had landed beside Li Xizhi. Looking back, the crowd of cultivators felt terrified, and retreated one after another.

Li Xizhi had been entangled with the five people for so long, which showed his exquisite cultivation in spells. He took the opportunity to adjust his breath and return his energy. Seeing Li Qinghong return alone, his expression was slightly dim.

Li Qinghong's purple thunder protected him behind her. The Mysterious Punishment Tokens circled and flashed, the Du Ruo spear was silver-white, and the Sparrow Green Feather was burning with brilliance. The thunder was originally terrifying, and the cultivation of late Foundation Establishment for many years was even more dazzling under the blessing of 【Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow】, making everyone change color.

"Thunder cultivator..."

This female cultivator who cultivated Wood Virtue shook, and was somewhat unbelievable. The five people besieged for a long time, but got nothing. She was still reluctant to give up, until Li Qinghong's Mysterious Punishment Tokens released light, and then they scattered.

Li Qinghong exhaled slightly, looked toward the farther distance, and streams of escape light were gathering rapidly, and more and more brilliance flowed. Li Xizhi approached her side and whispered:

"Aunt, I'm afraid it can't be held."

The situation was becoming more and more obvious. Even if the Foundation Establishment in the sky had concerns and did not fight with all their strength, and even most were still fighting each other, the fetal breath and Qi refining pouring under their feet were becoming more and more...

What's more, the ones coming now were just some rogue cultivators without background in the north. The truly capable ones were still watching, looking eager to try.

"The formation of Green Pine Sect in this place is not a good thing. Even if these Foundation Establishment don't take action, the demonic cultivators going south will each cast a spell... and the great formations will be torn apart."

Once the great formation under their feet was broken, a group of cultivators swarmed down, and guarding here would no longer have any meaning. Li Qinghong nodded silently and whispered:

"I got some news, try my best to hold on for a while... perhaps there will be a turning point."

After she finished this, she turned to look at the north, the purple light in her apricot eyes dimmed, but the bright purple thunder on her robe still jumped, deterring the group of demons in the air.

A piece of black cloud slowly protruded from the demonic smoke, slowly approaching, but it didn't look like demonic energy, but had a different mysterious taste.

Li Ximing frowned slightly, the immortal foundation broke through the air, manifested into a huge bright pass in the air, and the hot brilliance shone over, manifesting a young man in black.

He was dressed decisively and capable, his face was slightly pale, he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows were sharp, his two gray eyes were watching quietly, stepping on two black clouds and slowly approaching, holding a white talisman in his hand, stopping in front of them unhurriedly.

"Fellow Daoist, we meet again." ===== CHAPTER 593 =====

"Fellow Daoist, we meet again."