Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 454 Relic (Loughshinny leader plus more (12))
Li Xuanfeng and the two descended in the wind, smoke and dust billowed from the top of the mountain, panicked monks ran here and there, many natives were digging vigorously in the ruins, their expressions panicked, as if the sky had collapsed.

A building collapsed on the top of the island, and the bluestone rubble in the middle could vaguely see that it was originally a tall temple, and the ground was covered with blood, scarlet and glaring.

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

Li Qinghong swept his spiritual sense and said:

"Father Zhong, the blood is rich in inspiration. With such a large amount, it cannot be the blood of a practitioner... it should be some blood pool... made by using magic sacrifices."

Li Xuanfeng stepped into the ruins, and saw a lotus flower all over the place, emitting light all over the place, and the gray-black dust floating up and down, under the golden light, it looked a bit holy.

The high platform in the middle was pierced in half, leaving only a thing the size of a grain of rice suspended in mid-air. This thing was white and crystal clear, surrounded by a circle of colored light, forming various illusions.

The lotus flowers on both sides released bursts of fragrant breath, and a group of naked indigenous people knelt down, looked at the two people full of hatred, and cried all over the sky.

"Chewu is dead."

Li Xuanfeng had expected it a long time ago, looking around, this person probably hasn't recovered from any injuries in the past few years, after taking this arrow from the sky, he is naturally dead beyond belief.

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 this monk still has something."

Li Xuanfeng glanced lightly:
"I've lived for a few more years... It's cheap for him!"

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

"It's strange. It stands to reason that Mu Tuo's magic power is not much inferior to his, but this Wu Wu got the relic after his death... When the two of them talked about Qin Ling's presidency and Qin Ling's orthodoxy, maybe these things have something to do with it."

Li Qinghong glanced at the lotus on the ground. This lotus is psychedelic and strange. Many birds flew down and stood on the edge of the lotus. She said softly:

"It's just that Zhao Shi's ability to tame mortals is really powerful. The aborigines of the entire island support him with flesh and blood, and are still loyal to him. They respect and love him from the bottom of their hearts."

The words were naturally referring to the hateful gazes of the natives. Li Xuanfeng observed the relic and replied casually:

"Zhao Shi is like this. Many monks can't resist, let alone ordinary people."

Li Qinghong frowned slightly, her vermilion lips parted slightly, and her mouth burst into thunder:
"scold!"

For a moment, it was like a thunderclap, which stunned all the monks. Li Qinghong picked it up casually, and with his mana running, they all lined up neatly at the entrance of the hall.

Seeing the relics and visions, this group of people easily fell into anger. Li Qinghong used his power to wash away their memories just now, so that a mage would not appear decades later to seek revenge.

Li Xuanfeng raised his hand slightly, took out a jade bottle very carefully, pulled the relic the size of a grain of rice with his magic power, and put it into the bottle.
The jade bottle was suddenly warm, and the dark green belly of the bottle was faintly glowing with a tinge of dull red. When I swept it with my spiritual sense, I could faintly hear loud cries and murmured incantations, as if the bottle contained Thousands of people.

"It's really evil."

Li Xuanfeng took a few fixed spirit spells, but they were 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 the relic was sealed in the bottle by Li Xuanfeng, the dharma light and the ups and downs of colorful lotus flowers all disappeared. Some artifacts were recovered from the ruins.

When this monk was seriously injured by him for the first time, he had already lost most of his belongings, and the most valuable pair of long sticks had already been taken away by Li Xuanfeng, so these things in front of him were of little value.

Most of these magic tools were gold, jade and jewels, which seemed to be full of divine light. They were mainly magic tools to confuse people's hearts and imprint them, so Li Xuanfeng put them away casually.

After carefully searching around the island with Li Qinghong for a few times, they flew up together and dealt with this evil animal. Li Xuanfeng was in a much better mood, and he also lost a lot of scruples. He said with a smile:

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

Li Qinghong nodded with a smile, looked at the mountain full of temples under his feet, and the many monks shuttled back and forth, frowned for a while, made a formula in his hand, and released a few purple thunderbolts.

"Boom!"

The thunderbolts bombarded them one after another, smashing all the temples immediately, and the thunderfire burst, burning all the books and inheritances inside. Li Qinghong said softly:
"It can only go so far. After all, Master Zhao Shi once managed it. If there are no casual practitioners who are willing to stop here... It may not be possible to recover after hundreds of years..."

"I can't manage this much anymore..."

Li Xuanfeng shook his head, the two of them straddled the sky, crossed Zhu Luhai, changed several water veins, and landed on Fenkuai Island.

Then he dived into the blue sea and fell into Fangshi. Ning and Yuan did not come to welcome them because they were practicing in seclusion. When they arrived in the cave, the eldest brother of the Ning family had long been waiting in front of the stone gate of the cave.

"Boss... A young monk came to Fangshi and said he was looking for you."

"Young monk?"

Li Xuanfeng looked back at him and asked:

"What cultivation base? What name?"

"It's the foundation building... but he refuses to say his name, only that he is a junior of Heshuihai."

'Looks like Zhong Qian! '

Li Xuanfeng suddenly knew something in his mind, and thought:

"Now that several years have passed, he has also broken through the establishment of the foundation. I don't know why he came to find me for no reason... It's best to do something about Qingsong Temple..."

So he sat down in the cave, waved his hands and said:
"Let him come up!"

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

"You go down first, this man's destiny has been added to his body, if you can see him or don't see him... I'm afraid that a lot of things will happen out of nowhere."

Li Qinghong understood, bowed and stepped back, Li Xuanfeng took a jade slip, and began to read silently, after a while, a young man walked up from outside the cave mansion, dressed in black robes, with tied hair, stopped in front of the cave mansion, respectfully said:

"Junior Zhong Qian, pay homage to the Taoist!"

"come in."

Li Xuanfeng responded, he had heard about the deeds of several Destiny's Sons, and seeing that Zhong Qian had already established his foundation, but he was still very polite, at least he did a good job on the surface, and sighed in his heart:

"It seems that there is also a big difference between fate and destiny. This Zhong Qian...is very different from the few in the rumors..."

He thought about it in a daze, and thought:

"If Zhenjun didn't rush back to the mountain, but walked step by step, I don't know what kind of role Zhong Qian is playing beside him?"

　I finally wrote Gagen out ^
　
(End of this chapter)