Chapter 943: Mount Qingchi

The river surged, the dark river was extremely turbulent, rolling up one after another broken ice, rolling and colliding, like the tail fin of an unknown giant beast exposed on the river surface, emitting cold light. "Clatter..."

The old man in black stood blankly in the air, looking at the front in disbelief, trembling his lips.

Qu Qu Bushi was not good at fighting. He also flew high in the air, observing the situation, ready to support at any time. When the mist and water rose on the battlefield, Qu Qu Bushi did not notice it at all.

Until the rolling mist swept past his feet like a tide, retreating toward the north, even though it did not come into direct contact with him, it still made him watch forgetfully and blankly.

One breath of time, from the extremely noisy battlefield to the extremely quiet darkness.

The aggressive and noisy momentum on the north bank had long since disappeared. Those monks who crossed the river fearlessly one after another in order to seek the next life had all turned into white bones, standing in the dark heavy rain, quiet and shocking.

Everything in the field of vision was dim, the spiritual sense seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, and the endless white bones were of various forms, most of them standing in the darkness, looking at him blankly. Qu Qu Bushi still didn't react, only feeling horrified.

And Qu Qu Bushi woke up like a dream, only then did he see all the wrongness around him, stood blankly for a moment, lowered his head and looked down, delayed for two breaths, and muttered:

"Divine ability... divine ability!"

His voice quickly turned into a loud shout, echoing in this dark night. Qu Qu Bushi crawled and drove the wind, running wildly toward the south, only hearing a low shout in his ear:

"Guest Qu!"

Li Zhouming drove the wind in a panic, not daring to raise the Dharma light. Seeing him, his pupils dilated, and he was shocked:

"Old man Qu... you!"

Qu Qu Bushi lowered his head and looked vaguely, only then did he realize that his lower body had turned into white bones, and the heavy feeling in his brain that he wanted to fall asleep at any time became more intense, muttering: "Oh no... I was hit by a divine ability!"

Li Zhouming was further away from the center of the battlefield, and received less impact from the divine ability. At this moment, he was originally responding to his brothers on the riverbank, but unexpectedly bumped into this old man, and felt distressed for him.

He hurriedly and anxiously lifted the old man, protected his heart with bright Yang Dharma power, took out a small light red flower from his sleeve at an extremely fast speed, stuffed it into the old man's mouth, looked at the quiet wilderness left and right, and whispered in a panic: "There is no one left... go... return to the north bank first, old man Qu! Only after returning to the mountain can you be saved."

He picked up the old man and ran wildly, looking at the white bones under his feet and in the distance, for some reason, his eyes suddenly felt a bit sour: "What exactly was the fight for... what exactly was it for to die... a million lives... but not one understood!"

He quickly restrained his expression and ran wildly. The powerful divine ability was still affecting the entire battlefield, making the spiritual sense dim and unable to distinguish distance. He flew for a while, gradually approaching the center of the battlefield, but a very surging Dharma power rushed toward his face.

"Who!"

Li Zhouming only felt a chill rushing to his heart, hesitated for a moment, but found that the surging Dharma power was flashing with silver light, supporting a woman in feather clothes, her eyebrows locked, and thick blood light mixed with silver was surging on her body.

"Li Que Wan?"

Li Zhouming's heart shook suddenly, but Li Li Que Wan's speed at this moment was astonishingly fast, rushing past him anxiously, only leaving a short look for him, and then disappeared into the heavy darkness.

"What happened!"

The strong brilliance mixed with Dharma wind blew Li Zhouming into a daze. He hesitated for a short moment, and finally gritted his teeth, the bright Yang Dharma power surged extremely fast, also lit up the Dharma light, and turned to follow.

But Li Li Que Wan's cultivation and cultivation base had long surpassed this uncle. Li Zhouming flew for a while, almost losing the person, but fortunately, after wearing through a period of confusion, he finally had a bit of silver light shining.

It turned out that Li Li Que Wan had long fallen to the ground, and the flashing silver light was quite obvious.

Over-wasting Dharma power in a short time made her face extremely pale, sweating, and the black hair between her two temples was stained into strands. The woman didn't care about so much at all, pinched the Dharma technique with one hand, lifted her sleeve with the other, and swept heavily toward the ground.

The rolling white bones scattered immediately. She knelt down, used Dharma power, and hugged a round object from the muddy mud. Li Zhouming stumbled to arrive, lowered his eyebrows and looked, his pupils dilated suddenly.

This round object was actually a person's head.

This person's face was square, his two eyebrows were thick, his eyes were tightly closed, and he bit his teeth tightly, showing the developed muscles on his two cheeks, but the flesh and blood of the entire face seemed to be impacted by some force, showing a scattered state like broken cotton wool.

Under the head was a pillow of unbearable white bones and flesh and blood. The upper body of this person was incomplete, lying in the sand on the shore, various internal organs scattered, and the entire lower body had turned into white bones, as if it would break at a touch.

Rolling talisman gray mixed with fragments of Dharma artifacts were scattered beside the head. Li Zhouming seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt. He knelt down with a thud and was shocked: "Zhouda!"

This person was Li Zhouda! Li Zhouda would inevitably be at the forefront of every battle. Over the years, his cultivation and skills had grown very fast, but he encountered such a disaster-level divine ability, and he was the one most affected... Even if he had the protection of talismans and Dharma artifacts left by the clan, and seemed to have done a series of decisive self-rescue measures when affected by the divine ability, he was only a moment away from death at this moment.

Li Li Que Wan coughed twice with effort, spat out a mouthful of essence blood from her throat, tapped her two hands lightly on his brows, and then fed the Wanling flower into the mouth of this head. She raised her head, her eyes slightly red, and said hoarsely:

"Uncle, go first..."

Li Zhouming wanted to say more, but didn't dare to disturb her rescue. At this moment, he also understood why she came so anxiously: 'The divine ability still has remnants. Although the water mist has gone north, covering such a large territory is already extremely thin. Usually, there is no way to calculate one's own people. Only by rushing to the place of fighting at an extremely fast speed and calculating with witchcraft within the radius...'

'But no matter how thin the remnants are, they are divine abilities. Even if you use witchcraft to bypass the divine ability to calculate, I don't know how much price you have to pay!'

He felt both sour and painful in his heart: 'The wine of my breakthrough hasn't had time to drink...'

Li Li Que Wan didn't care to talk to him anymore, waved her sleeve, and various spiritual objects appeared in front of her, feeding them into the head's mouth regardless of the cost—Li Zhouda's breath had fallen to the lowest point, but it was hung by this spiritual object. But as time passed bit by bit, Li Li Que Wan sweated like rain, raised her head again, and said anxiously: "Uncle... go and ask Guest Sun to help!"

Li Zhouming jumped up in a panic, but saw the brilliant light descending, and the back of his elder brother appeared in front of him.

Li Zhouda suddenly opened his pupils, white bones and flesh and blood stretched out from under his neck again, and those internal organs and incomplete upper bodies in the mud jumped up as if they had feet, spliced under his head, and even the original armor was condensed by the bright Yang heavenly light, exactly the same. This man sat up, turned his back, and sprayed a sheet of black blood fiercely.

And Qu Qu Bushi, who he had been carrying, grew lower limbs out of thin air, stood firm in the clouds, and bowed down crying:

"Thank you, True Person!"

Li Li Que Wan stood up somewhat fortunately, but the anxiety in her expression only eased a little, and she said anxiously: "Uncle... there are probably still... in various places"

Li Li Zhouwei nodded to her, and only then did the two find that there was another person following Li Li Zhouwei, obviously also just rescued, his face extremely pale, but he couldn't hide his outstanding heroic spirit, it was Li Li Jiangxia.

Only to see the divine ability floating, the golden armored and golden clothed soldiers of all parties drove the light, shuttling through the earth of this riverbank, searching everywhere. In an instant, there were countless bright lights in the darkness, like flames in the night forest, shining brilliantly.

Li Li Zhouwei's gaze reached everywhere, and there were white bones everywhere. The emotions in his chest fluctuated:

'As long as I participate, the Li family will produce some more cultivators... Senior Sui Guan simply disdains to distinguish between enemy and friend. It is not just the monks and people on the north bank who suffered the slaughter, even the Li family and Mount Qingchi cultivators who went to the south bank were injured and died...'

"Brother!"

Li Zhouming almost shed tears, usually not calling him Lord, but calling him brother directly. Li Li Zhouwei helped Li Zhouda up, looked at Li Li Que Wan, and praised:

"Hard work."

Li Zhouda coughed up the black blood, and his face looked much better. He was a straightforward man. There was not much celebration of surviving the disaster on his face, but it was filled with deep hatred and anger. He thanked him and wanted to kneel again.

Li Li Zhouwei supported him, his brows locked, and whispered: "Good thing you are smart, at least the Qi Sea is preserved for the most part. I will seal it for you first, preventing the cultivation base from dissipating... and then use means when we get home."

He lifted the three of them and shuttled away, arriving at the small pavilion on the top of the mountain in an instant.

Li Li Jiangqian had been in seclusion for the past few days. At this moment, there was no one in the pavilion. He left Li Li Jiangxia here to count the number of people, and whispered: "Count the casualties... don't act rashly, just guard in the south."

Li Li Jiangxia bowed and responded. Li Li Zhouwei then took Li Li Que Wan all the way to the island, entered the inner formation, and only then asked: "How is the injury?"

Li Li Que Wan bowed and said:

"Just spent some blood energy to gallop, this place is indeed difficult to calculate, the junior arrived at the place of fighting and secretly used the immortal weapon to find the location... didn't fold much life."

She had red eyes and whispered: "Just don't know what kind of Lu Water mystery... it is so cruel!"

Li Li Zhouwei had expected it, nodded silently, and said softly:

"It is Senior Sui Guan... This matter is not just the business of the Mount Qingchi family. In the years when the north bank was occupied by the release cultivators, millions of people were moved... it was prepared for today! For 【Wanling Heaven】!"

Senior Sui Guan revealed the whereabouts of 【Wanling Heaven】. The anomaly in the Great Void lasted for a long time and gradually disappeared, but seeing Senior Sui Guan's meaning, the fall of Wanling Heaven is just a matter of time!

'【Anhuai Heaven, Wanling Heaven... are all famous cave heavens on the north bank. The gold nature of Anhuai Heaven in those years attracted attention from all sides, Purple Chambers appeared, and today's Wanling Heaven is even more noble and ancient, and the turmoil it brings will definitely be more intense!】'

Seeing him thinking, Li Li Que Wan was somewhat shocked and said:

"It turned out to be True Person Senior Sui Guan... but the cultivators below... only know that it is the divine ability of Mount Qingchi Lu Water, and all say that True Person Ning used an extraordinary treasure..."

"The junior walked all the way, and saw that the cultivators were all sorrowful. Even though it was a competition between the north and south, the cruelty of the north bank's methods has not been seen for hundreds of years!"

"The name of Mount Qingchi Demonic Sect... I am afraid it is the first in Jiangnan, and it is difficult to erase... True Person Fairy Qiuhu... don't know how to deal with it!"

"Boom—!"

Thunder vibrated in the air, and heaven and earth brightened for a moment, vaguely seeing stars of gray and white dotted in the darkness, revealing the gloom of white bones.

The river water on the deserted shore had crossed several miles, drowning to the foot of the mountain peak. Even though the riverside was the highest place, the river water could still submerge the insteps. Scattered figures stood in the water, or drifted on the water surface, quiet like sculptures.

Ning Wan drove the wind and snow back, her expression already calm, landing on the deserted mountain peak. Lin Lin Wuning came up to greet her.

This man had been high-spirited since he mastered the power in the sect, but now he was at a loss and terrified, bowing in front of her, trembling: "Master... Master..."

Ning Wan looked around. No one in the Mount Qingchi cultivators on the mountain top dared to raise their heads to look at her. Their expressions were all different, only Li Li Yuanqin's expression was natural, waiting quietly on the side.

Senior Sui Guan's sentence 'What does it have to do with me!' dissipated without a trace, just like when he came, it was weird, as if there had never been such a person, leaving her alone to return, facing the fearful gaze of the riverbank.

As a Purple Chamber, and having cultivated 'Entering Clear Listening', Ning Wan had never had any illusions. As long as she had such a feeling, Senior Sui Guan probably had already used some means.

She was a Purple Chamber, and she was still like this. I am afraid that the low-level cultivators in the entire Jiangnan would slowly not remember Senior Sui Guan.

'Good method... really a good method, I am afraid it is some technique to reduce cause and effect, avoid retribution, and thereby nourish life!'

"How..."

Ning Wan put away her expression, quietly staring at her disciple. Lin Lin Wuning was even more afraid, whispering:

"The people of Ziyan and Kui Kui suddenly withdrew, without a word... I am afraid something happened, they said... they said."

Ning Wan restrained her expression and said softly: "No need to talk to them anymore."

Lin Lin Wuning didn't know how to respond, followed Ning Wan all the way to the bright main hall, waited for the True Person to sit in the main seat, wanted to speak but stopped, but saw a burst of urgent footsteps outside the door, a disciple stepped in quickly, knelt down: "Report to True Person... Mount Shanjie Prefecture... has been surrounded by the True Person of Brother Xuan Yue Gate! The True Person of Muquan Gate is missing... heard... heard that the sect is in a mess, the direct descendants seem to have withdrawn early..."

Ning Wan seemed not to hear, and said with a complex expression: "Is there any anomaly in the Xuanmiao territory?"

This disciple was stunned, shook his head somewhat hesitantly:

"Never heard of it..."

This woman finally closed her eyes, saying nothing, showing a tired posture. The divine ability of 'Entering Clear Listening' received too much malice and hatred, and operated on its own, already climbing to the peak, passing the movement of everyone's hearts on the mountain into her ears.

Lin Lin Wuning kneeling under the hall, Si Sima Tongyi standing quietly on the mountain, Fei Fei Qingyi waiting in the side hall, Qin Xiao Xian...

From the direct descendants of the Ning family to the inner sect of Mount Qingchi, from the loose cultivators coming and going to the fleeing people... the weeping of sorrow, the panic at a loss, the laughter of watching from the sidelines, the resentment of unwillingness, the hatred of wanting to sleep on skin and eat meat...

The rolling Lu Water energy swallowed not only the millions of people on the north bank—but also the Mount Qingchi disciples, various family direct descendants, loose cultivator guests in the battlefield... and even the people in the wilderness.

At this moment, her gaze looked straight into the bottom of everyone's hearts. Vaguely, Ning Wan seemed to have returned to the Lu Kui Pool, returned to the rolling invisible gale, and that hoarse, unpleasant voice sounded again:

"After I die, you sit on this Lu Kui Pool alone, and then you will know how troublesome it is."

A thin, ghost-like face appeared in the heavy haze, and the eyes that seemed to fall out of the eye sockets were still staring at her: "You are the master of Mount Qingchi! Whether you want to or not, you are no longer the Ning family of Mount Qingchi..."

"But—the Mount Qingchi of the Ning family!"

Characters in this chapter

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Ning Wan 【Purple Chamber Early Stage】

Li Li Zhouwei 【Purple Chamber Early Stage】

Li Zhouming 【Yetian Gate】 【Foundation Establishment Early Stage】 【Bo Pulse Direct Descendant】

Li Zhouda 【Brother Xuan Lei Bo】 【Foundation Establishment Early Stage】 【Zhong Pulse Direct Descendant】

Qu Qu Bushi 【Cang Na Palace】 【Foundation Establishment Middle Stage】

Li Li Jiangxia 【Yetian Gate】 【Zhong Pulse Direct Descendant】 ===== CHAPTER 944 =====

Li Li Jiangxia 【Gate of Heaven】 【Zhong Lineage Direct Descendant】