The big man in front of him was stunned, and then he remembered that something was important, and Li Qinghong in front of him was very tough, so he could only whisper:

"At first, I was rude and offended, I only asked for a [Wanling Flower]! Please make it happen! ”

Seeing that he was soft, Li Qinghong turned over and took out a jade box from the storage bag, and said kindly:

"It's important to save people, and you will take it first."

The big man was overjoyed, and he didn't have time to say any words of thanks, discuss what reward, nodded vigorously, took the flower, and went away like the wind.

Li Qinghong just collected the gun and fell, the purple lightning flickered, and Li Xiyu, who was down, was full of joy and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Auntie!"

She smiled softly, touched Li Xiyu's head, and said softly:

"When I was in retreat on the mountain, I was a little baby who was scared off by the thunder, but now I am 30 years old in the blink of an eye, and I almost can't recognize it."

Li Xiyu only smiled, and his joy couldn't be hidden:

"It's good if my aunt breaks through and succeeds, and it's good if she succeeds."

"Where's Brother Jiao?"

Li Qinghong tightened the gun in his hand and asked:

"It's rare to build a foundation, and you have to have a good fight with him!"

"Hahaha......"

Listening to the laughter from far and near, the man in black came in the wind, his face was very proud:

"Qinghong really did!"

"I've seen the ancestor!"

It turned out that Li Xijiao had been sent to call Li Yuanjiao out of the customs before, and this one had already rushed over, and a group of monks hurriedly bowed, Li Yuanjiao was rarely overjoyed, and laughed:

"Good! All right! ”

With a wave of his hand, he drove away all the monks with foreign surnames, and then he glanced up and down, looking at Li Qinghong's soft smile, he praised:

""Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" is worthy of the ancient method, you drive thunder and lightning, purple light flows, and your momentum is much more outstanding than mine."

Li Qinghong smiled:

"I have become an immortal base [Xuan Lei Bo], and the sea of qi has turned into a thunder pool, the purple and silver qi rise, and the thunder surges between my demeanor, which is very remarkable."

She pulled her hair back, and the expression on her face was very satisfied:

"I have read several tricks at home, [Xuan Lei Bo] is simple and generous, it is estimated that it was written when the Purple Mansion Jindan Dao was first established, and the magic is somewhat different from today's immortal base."

She stretched out her hand, palm upward, purple thunder surged, slowly turning into a dark purple mystical rune, lingering purple light, floating in her palm.

Li Qinghong's condensation of this thunder talisman seemed to consume a lot, his face was slightly pale, and he explained:

"This is the [Secret Yuan Xuanlei], the best at killing and destroying demons, it can already attract the assistance of heaven and earth thunder, and then bless the [Purple Fu Yuanguang Secret Method] in the "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong", the power is probably staggering."

"This Xuan Thunder is difficult to preserve, but you can only store one in my Qi Sea Thunder Pool through the [Purple Fu Yuanguang Secret Method], and take it out when it is time to fight, it will be caught off guard and the threat is great."

This thunder was filled with a strong aura of danger, and Li Wushao swallowed silently and said secretly:

"Just now the fairy came out, I was beaten by the thunder in her hand and retreated, only thinking that this thunder method is amazingly powerful, I never thought that there was still a thunder useless... If it is a battle of life and death, I am afraid that I will be caught off guard and be killed by her twice. ”

Li Yuanjiao's eyelids also jumped, and there was joy in his eyes:

"The Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong is a little more difficult, and the gains are also rich, and this secret method complements each other, and it forcibly raises the combat power by several layers."

Li Qinghong clasped his palms together, took the thunder talisman back to the Qi Sea Thunder Pool, and continued:

"[Xuan Lei Bo] also has a method of setting up an altar to communicate the power of heaven and earth to rain down thunder."

She frowned slightly, and said with some hesitation:

"It's just that I've heard that today is different from ancient times, and I don't know if this spell can still be used..."

The two were chatting, and Kong Heng came over, with a smile on his white face, and lowered his eyebrows:

"Kong Heng has seen the donor, congratulations to the donor for building the immortal base!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded politely, Li Qinghong only paused slightly, and replied:

"The mage has also made great progress in this cultivation, so I rejoice."

"It's... Yes..."

Kong Heng only responded, lowered his eyebrows and drove the wind down, muttering the scriptures in his mouth, working very hard, confessing, and falling on his own.

Li Yuanjiao looked at Li Qinghong's frowning appearance, and explained the things before and after to Li Qinghong clearly, Li Qinghong nodded thoughtfully and replied:

"This exercise of mine is from Leiyun Temple, and it seems that Liaohe Temple has some origins... It's just that I always have a doubt in my mind. ”

Li Yuanjiao tilted his head, and saw Li Qinghong and said:

"This Thundercloud Temple is clearly an ancient interpretation, how can "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" clearly be the path of the Purple Mansion Jindan Dao! Isn't it knocking on the wooden fish to recite the Taoist scriptures, but it doesn't make sense. ”

Li Yuanjiao was also puzzled, and he couldn't figure out what to think about for a while, so he had to write it down:

"I'll look for a day and ask the air balance."

Li Qinghong tapped his head, followed his brother down the mountain, and asked:

"I haven't returned from this retreat, why is there an extra demon general in the family?"

Li Wushao buried his head behind him for a long time, and finally got the opportunity, and said respectfully:

"The little demon Li Wushao, born in the East China Sea, strayed into the salty lake, fortunately won the favor of the master, and devoted himself to the Qingdu ......"

"Huh!"

The corners of Li Yuanjiao's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he interrupted:

"You have learned a lotus flower, how can you be so numb, Xuanyue Kong invited me to make a move, I wanted to kill this demon, my family is lacking in the combat power of building a foundation, so I asked for a spell to collect."

"I see."

Li Wushao smiled, Li Qinghong glanced up and down, and said:

"If you don't make a good person, you don't look like a good person, and you have to be wary of meeting you."

Li Yuanjiao and Li Wushao were both stunned, Li Yuanjiao looked at his sister with a smile on his eyebrows, and shook his head helplessly:

"You have to entertain me!"

Li Qinghong pulled him over and said excitedly:

"Come on, come on, my brother and sister have a fight!"

Li Yuanjiao nodded, the two rode the wind, Li Qinghong opened the distance, and was not in a hurry to draw the gun, purple magic thunder appeared in the palm of his hand, his wrist shook, and the purple light galloped over.

The blue-gray snake on Li Yuanjiao's body emerged, he has improved in the past few years, this snake is vivid, with teeth and claws, and his beard is flying lifelike, whistling and jumping.

"Boom!"

The purple thunder struck the snake, and it roared in pain, and the dark cyan water splashed like rain, and the sky was full of water, and Li Yuanjiao approached with a sword under the protection of Xianji.

[Jing Dragon King] is very special, in addition to the strong true yuan, the ability to control water will turn into a water-based snake, and the division will turn into a snake, shrimp, crab turtle, sword, axe, Li Yuanjiao does not have to face the thunder in person, only jump up.

Li Yuanjiao has a small advantage by virtue of the immortal base, but his heart is heavy, like a big enemy.

Others don't know about his sister, and they think that getting close to Lei Xiu can force her to defend against her, but Li Yuanjiao doesn't think so, Li Qinghong's marksmanship has not been seen for many years, and now he doesn't know how far it is.

Sure enough, Li Qinghong only smiled and pulled out the [Du Ruo gun], and a lilac thunder shadow emerged, as fast as thunder, stabbing fiercely, and the gun shadow turned into the shape of a bird, and came one after another.

"Boom!"

Li Yuanjiao pulled out a blue-white sword light, dazzling and dazzling, but Li Qinghong did not collide with him head-on, only changed into a pick, withdrew and unloaded, the shadow of the gun swirled, and smashed heavily to the side.

"It's broken! The little sister has read her own swordsmanship, and the Yueque sword arc is very familiar! ”

Li Qinghong's talent in weapons is higher than Li Yuanjiao's, this blow is smashed, the purple thunder is scattered, Li Qinghong retreats several zhang in a row, and the lilac gun shadow in his hand echoes, forcing closer.

Li Qinghong has been practicing for so many years, and she has long been not confined to "Feather Gun" and "Reflection of the Dragon", and the marksmanship and gun are easy to come by, and they become a family, she understands that Li Yuanjiao is only amazing with a sword, and immediately sticks to it.

Li Yuanjiao's weakness was clearly seen, and he fought very hard, only using sword qi to resist back and forth, and the guns in Li Qinghong's hands were stacked, one shot was heavier than the other, and he retreated again and again.

Li Yuanjiao's face sank like water, and the sword light in his hand flowed like water, differentiating into three pure white streamers, sharp and agile.

"Three-point moon streamer!"

These three sword qi are condensed and heavy, and they spontaneously swim in the air like their own spirituality, pure white and bright, each dragging a streamer, where can Li Qinghong recognize it, draw a gun and turn around, with a happy face:

"Brother, you've done it!"

Li Yuanjiao didn't answer, took advantage of the situation to collect his sword, drew his sword again, and added another Yueque sword arc, Li Qinghong resisted with a spear, but the three streamers flowed and jumped smartly, flying towards her lower abdomen.

Li Qinghong's eyes suddenly burst purple, and the spear in his hand burst into a thunderbolt intertwined with silver-white and dark purple, and a violent roar sounded in the air, Li Qinghong's spear swept and forcibly exploded the sword light in front of him.

Two pure white sword lights jumped out of the rising thunder and lightning, jumping on her wrists, but then dissipating abruptly.

"If you continue to fight, you will see blood!"

Li Yuanjiao smiled, Li Qinghong put away the gun and sighed, and said with some regret:

"I underestimated the "Moon Que Sword Codex" too much! This is a five-grade swordsmanship, where is a force that can be solved! ”

"Qinghong, don't be modest, you may not be able to resist these two sword lights."

Li Yuanjiao shook his head:

"I've just practiced, and I'm much stronger, if you come back a month earlier, I'm afraid I won't even be able to hurt you."

"This time I took advantage of it, if you sacrifice that Xuan Thunder as soon as you come, or use the [Purple Fu Yuanguang Secret Method] while I am approaching, I will suffer a big loss, and I will be injured before I fight, and I will never be able to fight you."

Li Qinghong put away the gun, saluted, and said softly:

"In the past, Qinghong could learn secret methods and spear skills with peace of mind, all of which were carried by his brother and brother Ping at home, but now Qinghong has become a foundation, and he can also help his brother!"

"It's good that you have this mind, but you haven't been in a hurry in recent years."

Li Yuanjiao looked at him gently and replied:

"One check the [Blood Fruit], the other... Let's spend more time with my brother. ”

Li Qinghong bowed his head silently, and responded well, the two of them knew it, but one person came up from below, and said respectfully:

"Qi Qi Ancestor, there is news from the desert in the west!"

"Uncle?"

Chen Donghe rarely got the news, Li Yuanjiao calculated the time, but it was not enough for a [Jinyang Huangyuan], and his heart suddenly chuckled, and an ominous premonition rose.

Sure enough, the man bowed down and replied:

"It's an obituary..."

……

Guyan Temple.

The weather in the desert has always been dry, Chen Donghe has been accustomed to this place for more than ten years, and he got up early in the morning and habitually called softly twice, but there was no answer.

The eyesight of Qi cultivation is so good that in the dim light, he can also see the old man's thin body, like a pile of firewood on the bed, lifeless.

The man was stunned and silent.

"yes, it's time to go home."

He put the things on the table and the wall into the storage bag, picked up Li Jingtian on the bed, and walked out of the yard step by step, the sand was very hot, and Li Jingtian always asked him to carry it.

"Today's sun is small, and it's a pity that it's rare to have such good weather in the desert."

Chen Donghe carried her on his back, thinking that Li Jingtian was going to wait for this weather to go to the north to take a look, and he was going to die in a place where there was more rain, but who knew that he suddenly lost his breath overnight, and he still died in the yellow sand.

"Winter River Friend!"

Bai Yinzi, the master of Guyan Temple, personally sent him off, with tears in his eyes, and only whispered:

"Mourning... Mourning..."

Chen Donghe's expression was as usual, bidding farewell to everyone, all the Gu Yan monks were very sorry, and even looked at his expression with some pity, Chen Donghe dealt politely as usual, carrying his wife to shuttle in the wind.

It took a few days to cross the desert, and Chen Donghe had to stop halfway to wipe the dew off his wife's face, the tentacles were stiff, her skin was as hard as a cowhide, and even frosted, which was very unsightly.

Li Jingtian has been dead for a long time, and no one has found out.

Chen Donghe went out at night to wait for the sunset to collect air, missed the time, and when she came back, she grabbed the sheet on the edge of the bed, her face was not calm, and she was no longer breathing.

'Tian'er...'

Chen Donghe was out of his mind, he had already arrived at Xiping Mountain, the veins on this mountain were thin, the spirit was cut off, although the clouds were covered with fog, the white mist was filled, and the glow was beautiful, but it was just a mundane mountain.

No one wants to stay in the mundane mountain, even if Xiping Mountain is towering and how steep, how to block the southeast water vein with its own strength, shaping the Guyan Desert, there is still no one to record this mountain.

But Li Jingtian likes it very much.

Chen Donghe landed in the mountain familiarly, and when he set aside the sparse trees, two small black stone platforms were carved on the top of the mountain, which looked particularly dusty in the misty and humid mountain fog, and he could see the endless clouds and mist under his feet when he turned his head.

Looking east from here, you can not only see the complete Mochizuki Lake, but also see several famous fairy mountains, and even the two mountains of Lijing and Qingdu are looming in the distance.

This is where Li Jingtian likes to come, but it takes a few days to come and go, Chen Donghe is not always free, and every time she comes, she has to be happy for a long time, as if she is celebrating a holiday.

Chen Donghe put her on the stone platform, sighed softly, leaned against the stone wall very tiredly, rested her head on her shoulder, and looked into the distance without saying a word.

The mountain wind is howling, lonely and cold, Chen Donghe is very calm, just like when she was alive, he didn't speak.

In the distance, the white and boundless clouds gradually turn into a sea of gold and crimson under the morning glow, rolling and surging into various shapes.

The clouds came from far and near, and the black cliffs gradually disappeared in the white clouds, and a miserable white and stiff corpse and an old man were drowned in the wet mist.

"Woo......"

A cry emerged from the white and boundless mist.

An old man's, staggering, choked cries.

Li Jingtian can't spend a lot of ink on this paragraph, and has tried his best to be concise. ^

(End of chapter)