Li Xuanfeng and the two fell in the wind, smoke and dust rose on the top of the mountain, panicked monks ran around, and many natives were digging hard in the ruins, looking panicked, as if the sky was falling apart.

On the top of the hill of the island, a building collapsed, and in the middle of it was a piece of bluestone rubble, which could be vaguely seen to be a tall temple, and the ground was covered with blood and scarlet.

Seeing the two falling, the monks seemed to understand something, and they wept all over the place, and ran towards the main hall in the center of the temple.

Li Qinghong's spiritual sense swept and said:

"Middle Father, there is a lot of spiritual power in the blood, and with such a quantity, it can't be the blood of a cultivator... It should be some pool of blood... It was made with a spell sacrifice. ”

Li Xuanfeng stepped into the ruins, and saw a lotus flower, shining brightly, gray-black dust floating and floating, under the golden light, it seemed a little sacred.

The high platform in the middle was cut in half, and only a thing the size of a grain of rice was suspended in mid-air, this thing was white and crystalline, and a circle of colored light was surrounded by it, forming all kinds of illusions.

The lotus flowers on both sides emitted bursts of fragrant breath, and a group of natives knelt down without a strand of absence, looking at the two of them with hatred, and weeping all over the sky.

"Chalk is dead."

Li Xuanfeng had already expected it, and when he looked around, he was afraid that this person had not recovered from any injuries in the past few years, and after eating this arrow outside the sky, he would naturally die no longer dead.

The two of them had never seen this thing the size of a grain of rice in front of them, but they had heard some rumors, Li Qinghong looked at it vigilantly and said:

"This thing should be a relic... It seems that there is something else in this monk. ”

Li Xuanfeng glanced at it lightly:

"I lived a few more years... Cheap him! ”

This relic was quietly suspended in the air, and the middle-aged man was a little puzzled:

"It's strange, it stands to reason that Muda's mana is not much inferior to him, but this chalk has no relics after death... When the two talked, they said that Qin Ling presided over and Qin Ling said, maybe these things are related. ”

Li Qinghong glanced at the lotus flower on the ground, this lotus flower was psychedelic and strange, many birds and birds flew down, standing on the edge of this lotus flower stupidly, she said softly:

"It's just that this Zhao Shi's ability to domesticate mortals is really powerful, and the natives of the entire island feed him with flesh and blood, and they are loyal to him, and they love him from the bottom of their hearts."

Naturally, the words were referring to the hateful gaze of the natives, Li Xuanfeng observed the relic, and replied casually:

"Zhao Shi is like this, many monks can't resist, let alone mortals."

Li Qinghong frowned slightly, her lips opened slightly, and her mouth bloomed with spring thunder:

"Whew!"

In an instant, it was like a thunderbolt, which stunned all the monks, Li Qinghong picked it up casually, the mana worked, and everyone lined up neatly at the door of the hall.

Seeing the relics and visions, this group of people easily fell into anger, and Li Qinghong used his mana to wash away the memories of their talents, saving them from having a mage come out decades later to seek revenge.

Li Xuanfeng raised his hand slightly, took out a jade bottle very cautiously, and used his mana to pull the rice-sized relic to fly up and put it into the bottle.

This jade bottle suddenly warmed up, and the turquoise belly of the bottle faintly shone with a touch of muffled red, swept away with spiritual sense, and could faintly hear the noisy shouts and muttering incantations, as if there were thousands of people in this bottle.

"It's really evil."

Li Xuanfeng slapped a few spirit fixing techniques, but it was not very useful, so he had to take out a few higher-grade talismans and stick them on the bottle, which made him feel better.

As this relic was sealed in a bottle by Li Xuanfeng, the magic light of the hall and the colorful lotus flowers that were full of ups and downs all disappeared, and the temple that had been a little sacred even after it collapsed slowly dimmed.

When this monk was seriously injured by him for the first time, he had already lost seven or seven eight things, and the most valuable pair of long sticks had already been taken away by Li Xuanfeng, and these things in front of him were not of high value.

Most of these magic weapons are gold and jade jewelry, which are full of divine light, mainly some demagogic magic weapons that apply imprints, and Li Xuanfeng put them away casually.

After carefully searching for Li Qinghong on the island a few times, he flew up with the wind and solved this evil animal, Li Xuanfeng was in a much better mood, and he had a lot less scruples, and said with a smile:

"Maybe it's a Shi cultivation inheritance, but it can be used to catch a few Zhao Shi."

Li Qinghong nodded with a smile, looked at the mountain full of temples at his feet, and the many monks who shuttled around, frowned for a while, pinched the trick in his hand, and released a few purple thunderbolts.

"Boom!"

The thunder bombarded in turns, and immediately smashed all those temples, and the thunder burst into flames, burning the book inheritance in it completely, Li Qinghong said softly:

"It can only be done to this extent, after all, Master Zhao Shi used to run it, if there is no casual cultivation willing to stop here... It may not be possible to recover in hundreds of years..."

"I can't do it anymore..."

Li Xuanfeng shook his head, and the two of them crossed the sky, crossed the Zhulu Sea, changed a few water veins, and landed on Fenkui Island.

Only then did he dive into the turquoise sea and fall into Fang City, Ning Heyuan was in retreat and cultivation, so he did not come to greet him, and the two of them arrived in the cave mansion, and the eldest brother of the Ning family had already waited in front of the stone gate of the cave mansion.

"Boss... A young monk came to the market, saying that he was looking for you. ”

"Young monk?"

Li Xuanfeng glanced back at him and asked:

"What cultivation? What's the name? ”

"It's the foundation that is built for... But he refused to say his name, only said that he was a junior of Heshui Hai. ”

'It seems to be Zhong Qian! ’

Li Xuanfeng suddenly knew in his heart, and said in his heart:

Now that a few years have passed, he has also broken through the foundation, and I don't know why he came to me for some reason... It's better to do the thing of the green pine view...'

So he sat down in the cave and waved his hand:

"Let him come up!"

Ning Dingbo nodded and hurriedly went down, while Li Xuanfeng said to Li Qinghong:

"You go down first, this man is destined to be born, can you not see him or not... I'm afraid that I will cause a lot of trouble inexplicably. ”

Li Qinghong understood, bowed down and retreated, Li Xuanfeng took a jade slip, read it silently, and after a while, a young man walked up quickly outside the cave, dressed in an ink-colored robe, tied his hair, stopped in front of the cave, and said respectfully:

"Junior, Zhong Qian, meet the Taoist!"

"Come in."

Li Xuanfeng responded, he had heard of the deeds of several sons of destiny, and seeing that Zhong Qian was now a foundation builder, he was still very polite, at least he had done a good job on the surface, and sighed in his heart:

"It seems that there is a big difference between the number of lives and the number of lives, this Zhong Qian... It's very different from what I've heard..."

He thought for a moment, and thought:

"If Zhenjun didn't return to the mountain hastily, but walked step by step, I don't know what role this Zhong Qian played by his side?"

Finally wrote out the addition^

(End of chapter)