Chapter 571: 祁望玄天听

Ink and Brush Literature, Profound Mirror Immortal Clan!

Li Qinghong's body radiated thunderous light, surging and billowing within her Thunder Pool. The Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow in her Qi Sea glowed, unleashing reddish-purple currents that poured into her immortal foundation.

She had been fighting alongside other cultivators against demonic cultivators, battling her way deep into their territory. Locked in a fierce struggle with a demonic guest elder from the Murong family, she caught a glimpse of a rainbow light.

Li Qinghong had already received his letter and knew that Li Xizhi was still severely injured after taking three Huichiu Pills in succession. Seeing this rainbow light, she naturally grew anxious. With her current enemy also being formidable, she immediately made a decision.

She swiftly changed her tactics, fighting with reckless abandon and sustaining injuries to force her enemy to flee as a streak of blood-red light. She then activated the Sparrow Green Feather Blue Flowing Light from her attire and rushed over, propelled by lightning, without stopping.

The Feather Blue Flowing Light was an inherent effect of her Wanling Sect feather robe, and coupled with her naturally swift lightning, she caught both of them by surprise.

"Qiu Ji."

Back when the Xiao Family Market was plundered, Qiu Ji had severely wounded Li Xuanxuan there, causing him great loss of vitality. He had also killed Li Qinghong's younger brother, Li Xuanling's only son, Li Yuanyun, whose remains were never found.

Later, he even launched a surprise attack on the Li family, killing her maternal uncle, Tian Youdao. Though Li Qinghong rarely mentioned it, her hatred remained profound. Every time she thought of it, she felt the world was vast, and she would never have a chance for revenge.

"You still dare to harm my family..."

Now, new grievances and old hatred surged in her heart. Li Qinghong burst forth with purple light, and intense thunder power gathered in her palm, melting Qiu Ji's head. The demonic cultivator let out a heartbreaking scream of pain, and Li Qinghong said with hatred:

"On that day, you dissolved my brother's body with demonic winds; now, you shall repay it, blow by blow!"

Fiery white thunder light burst forth. Qiu Ji's figure melted away into the struggling white mist. Lightning is most adept at breaking evil and dispelling demons; this purple lightning made him experience the agony of a thousand thunders, completely dissolving his body and soul, leaving no trace behind.

Trapped and enduring the scattering lightning, his body and soul dissolved from head to toe. Even a Buddhist cultivator renowned for escaping through reincarnation would perish instantly. When the black smoke cleared, it was unlikely even a True Monarch could revive him.

"If not for the wrong timing... I couldn't spend too much time with him; otherwise, I would have tortured him thoroughly to avenge myself..."

After killing one person, the Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow within Li Qinghong stirred restlessly. Her entire being, glowing with purple-blue light, was originally a mutual resonance between thunderous radiance and the Sparrow Green Feather. Now, the thunder was more intense, and the purple color became even more prominent.

She glanced back, transformed back into a purple-blue streak of light, instantly vanishing from the spot, leaving only the echoing sound of thunder in the clouds.

Demon Lord Ge fled several miles. The blood pills in his skin all exploded, gradually restoring his original speed. He finally burst out from the strange Mansion Water Artifact, and his heart slowly settled.

"He's probably busy torturing Qiu Ji..."

His thought barely flickered, but all the hairs on his body immediately stood on end, and his back burned painfully. He quickly turned around, pushing out an artifact, and exclaimed in horror:

"Friend, let's talk! Let's talk! I have no connection to that person; there's no need to ruin my century of cultivation..."

"Boom."

His only reply was the artifact in the hand of the feather-robed female cultivator. He saw the purple magic bottle fly high, and several streaks of thunder light burst from it, smashing towards his demonic jar.

"Ouch!"

The artifact was connected to his mind; Demon Lord Ge immediately coughed up blood. Having taken such a blow from the thunder on his behalf, black smoke billowed from the purple-black demonic jar, costing it at least five years of nurturing time.

Li Qinghong had just acquired her new feather robe, raising her combat power to a new level. With her talismanic energy also providing a boost and thunder light flowing, she would not tolerate him. Her long spear thrust out a sheet of lightning shadows, piercing him through the chest.

"Boom!"

The thunderous radiance flashed again. Li Xizhi watched the flickering purple light in the clouds. His heart relaxed, and he suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. Li Quantao asked blankly:

"Is that Senior Qinghong?"

"It's Aunt."

A smile appeared on Li Quantao's face. He shook his head and said:

"Thunder techniques are indeed top-tier for breaking evil and slaying demons, and Senior's strength is so great; it truly makes this junior admire you immensely."

Li Xizhi also felt a sense of shock. Qiu Ji was not weak; he was at least somewhat stronger than many clan cultivators who had established their foundations. If Li Xizhi hadn't been severely injured, he could have defeated this demonic cultivator, but killing him would have been difficult.

Although Li Qinghong had the blessing of thunder techniques, surprising him and attacking with full force, killing this person within a few moves was terrifying. He felt both joy and worry:

"Firstly, Aunt's strength has improved again... Secondly... I fear Aunt is already injured and has activated that Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow..."

The Long Sky Dangerous Sparrow was a talismanic energy specifically for combat. Li Xizhi didn't believe Demon Lord Ge could escape, only worrying about Li Qinghong's injuries. As the two slightly recuperated, the old man Yu Yuwei had already approached.

Although Li Quantao had some prejudice against him, he still greeted him politely. Li Xizhi didn't show it on his face, but he also had some doubts in his heart:

"What exactly is Yu Yuwei's injury? His strength was very impressive when he fought Tuoba Zhongyuan, but just now, something seemed off..."

The three demonic cultivators Yu Yuwei was fighting were not like Qiu Ji or Demon Lord Ge; they were just ordinary Blood Scripture-cultivated Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators. They shouldn't have been able to hold the old man back so effectively.

Just now, Li Qinghong's single bolt of lightning immediately scared away the demons, which made Li Xizhi even more suspicious of the strength of those three demonic cultivators. His heart sank.

The few of them were in poor condition and dared not stay long. They quickly flew in the direction of the purple light, following it for dozens of miles. Behind them, several streaks of demonic light were already in pursuit. Li Xizhi's heart grew colder the more he saw:

"The disparity between us and the enemy is too great... For dozens of miles, I've only seen demonic energy, no immortal light. The cultivators leading them aren't weak; it shouldn't be like this... It seems more demonic reinforcements have arrived."

The group stopped for a moment, then saw the purple light return. Li Qinghong's expression was solemn. In one hand, she held a demonic jar full of cracks. In her other hand, dense purple light was continuously refining a black orb. Blood stained the corners of her lips, and she finally relaxed when she saw them.

Li Qinghong was also aware of the situation. Tang Shendu and Li Xuanfeng were leading people from the east and south, respectively. The forces on the eastern side had suffered continuous losses and were on the verge of collapse. She had flown dozens of miles without seeing a single ally and dared not stay long, choosing to rush and kill this person even if it meant sustaining injuries.

She paused, then said softly:

"Let's retreat to the south first; there are fewer demonic cultivators there."

All three nodded in agreement. Yu Yuwei, however, appeared calm and showed no unusual signs. Before the three could say anything more, a roaring sound echoed in the sky, accompanied by glittering golden light, and a demonic voice shrieked:

"Tang Shendu!!"

A buzzing sound continuously filled the air. Yu Yuwei's aged eyes scanned the surroundings. Several demonic clouds were slowly approaching. The old man's face was full of doubt, and he felt a sense of unease:

"Why are there so many demonic cultivators? Why aren't the others following?"

Before the old man could voice his suspicions, a mighty demonic sound followed immediately, hoarse and desperate, carrying sharp killing intent:

"Qiwang Xuantian, hear the ringing! This person has grown suspicious! Eliminate him quickly!"

"Hum..."

Li Xuanfeng drew his bow again. The golden bowstring shimmered with fierce radiance. He narrowed his eyes slightly. In the distance, Murong En of the Murong family was clutching his stomach, releasing black mist that filled the sky.

The Murong family had various cultivation lineages. Murong En's cultivation path was clearly different from Murong Wu's; instead, it was closer to Maha Murong Xia. His body was like a patchwork of mud, capable of dispersing and reassembling at will.

And who knew how many things were contained within his stomach; besides black mist, there were scattered artifacts of various kinds. Sometimes, black clouds would transform into human figures and fly out.

"Not a demonic cultivator, but more like a sorcerer..."

"Hum..."

The golden arrows at Li Xuanfeng's waist twitched back and forth. Most were dazzling golden, inscribed with bright white mystic runes. Only one remained quietly to the side, appearing in gold and red, and also more slender and elegant.

This gold-red mystic arrow was forged in the grotto-heaven using the Six Ding Combined Fire. It was collected by the Purple Mansion Spiritual Artifact, Zhige. It was serendipitously catalyzed into being during a magical combat between two outstanding Foundation Establishment cultivators, making it exceptionally powerful. It was a treasure kept at the bottom of the box, naturally not to be used lightly. Only one golden arrow leaped out.

This mystic-patterned arrow slowly accumulated two layers of gold: one lighter and sharper, the other darker and heavier. Two golden lights intertwined and danced, converging on the arrow. A continuous buzzing sound resonated, and the demonic cultivator in front of him was noticeably a beat slower.

"Damn it!"

Dazzling golden light converged. Murong En again felt a throbbing pain in his brow. Hatred filled his heart, as if a breath was stuck in his chest. He once again circulated his magic power:

"No wonder Murong Wu died; this person's archery is simply unbelievable. The artifact in his hand and the spiritual robe he wears are both strong. I heard from Qiwang Xuantian that he has innate divine strength and his vital point is in his palm... truly rare..."

Although he hated him deeply, he had to admit this person's strength. It seemed he had also taken some pills or performed some secret technique. The arrows he shot carried two layers of magic power: one incomparably sharp, the other eroding and destructive, making them very difficult to deal with.

The sense of danger in his brow grew increasingly intense. His heart suddenly chilled, and a thought surfaced in his mind:

"He's going for my left arm!"

In an instant, his left arm dispersed into black cloud-mist. The golden light had already passed several miles behind him. Murong En cried out in pain, his face grim, feeling both fortunate and resentful:

"If Master hadn't given me the spiritual artifact 'Qiwang Xuantian Listener,' which can detect the landing point of his mystic arrows... damn it... just a little longer..."

Although his body could reassemble at any time, Li Xuanfeng's golden arrows were not something to be easily dodged. As soon as one landed, it would immediately cause him to cry out in pain. Golden Geng Qi struggled on his body surface, cutting away a portion of demonic energy.

Although Li Xuanfeng on this side had forced the demonic cultivator to retreat step by step, his heart was heavy with doubt. His gray eyes stared at him for a moment, and his heart sank:

"There were clearly two demonic cultivators... where is the other one?"

As Li Xuanfeng fought to this point, he felt something was wrong. The three of them had exchanged nearly a hundred blows. Murong En's demonic body had been mostly destroyed. Although his cries were miserable, he showed no intention of retreating.

"What is he waiting for..."

Li Xuanfeng's suspicion grew. He narrowed his eyes and coldly glanced at Tang Shendu. If this guy hadn't been wary of him the entire time, holding back and not fully engaging the demonic cultivator opposite him, how could this demon have lasted until now?

Sorcerers were inherently skilled at manipulating human hearts. Tang Shendu was holding back, intentionally cautious. How could Murong En, his opponent, not see this? He deliberately didn't attack Tang Shendu with full force, instead focusing his attacks on Li Xuanfeng and guarding against his spiritual arrows.

Li Xuanfeng could only grimly look at the cultivators in the mist. His own subordinates were doing somewhat better. Lin Shouye had good strength, and Zhuang Cheng's talisman sword was even more devastatingly sharp. The two had already struck down the demonic cultivators they were fighting.

Kong Heng and Wushao held back three demonic cultivators. Lingulan Ying's strength was also outstanding; the demonic cultivator facing her was almost collapsing. Among the other cultivators, only one had fallen, and even Bai Yinzi was barely holding on.

"Qinghong went to Tang Shendu's area..."

Li Xuanfeng watched the falling immortal light and rampant demonic energy in that area. An ominous premonition slowly rose in his heart. He had a slight advantage on his side, but Tang Shendu's subordinates had already been routed. Within the rampant demonic clouds, barely any immortal light could be seen...

"What a haphazard arrangement... I wonder how Xizhi is... Qinghong must have gone to rescue them..."

The golden bow in Li Xuanfeng's hand was slowly drawn to full tension. Yet, a grim shade gradually appeared in his eyes. His face was already fierce, and the ferocity in his gray eyes made him even more intimidating.

"No... something's wrong..."

Li Xuanfeng's heart felt like a heavy stone slowly sinking to the bottom of a lake. Golden light silently rose from his arms. A terrifying conjecture surfaced in his mind:

"Tang Shendu..."

Why did the cultivators led by Tang Shendu get almost entirely wiped out so easily? Was this person truly holding back due to wariness of him during such an urgent mission? Tang Shendu was the famous Long Sky Halberd, known for a long time. Even if he couldn't fully exert himself, he should have been more than enough to deal with the enemy. Yet, he fought sluggishly, as if he wasn't even there...

His eyes lowered, and a chilling thought surfaced in his mind—a thought potent enough to shake all cultivators and cause Yanshan Pass to nearly fall:

"Tang Shendu is afraid... He fears the Dragon Slayer Jian... he fears..."

His golden bow paused for only an instant in the air. Streaks of flowing light appeared on his body. The demonic light and blood-red light of Murong En in front of him suddenly faltered. A crisp clang sounded from his chest. The demon roared out an earth-shattering bellow, like an explosion:

"Tang Shendu!"

'Tang Shendu!'

"Clang!"

A piercing shriek of magic power rang out. A speck of gold and white leaped out from the endless blackness, shaking countless mulberry leaves from the ground. Flesh and bones from the tombs were swept up by the gale and rained down from the sky.

A platinum-colored halberd, having long accumulated power, broke through the thick sea of clouds and shot out. Its golden light, like the rising morning sun, swept away all evil. It was also like a golden orb, leaping out from endless mist, striking directly!

This halberd stirred wind and clouds, bringing forth twelve small platinum-colored branches. Potent magic power continuously rolled over them. Its qi-blades were elegant and fluid, demonstrating years of accumulated might.

Golden light rolled upwards, climbing along the bright, almost white, soft armor, leaping onto his strong arms, illuminating Tang Shendu's calm and ruthless expression. His slender five fingers firmly gripped the white circular hilt.

The halberd pointed directly at Li Xuanfeng!

This halberd, having accumulated power for who knew how long, was like a golden lightning bolt streaking across the night—silent yet overtly sharp. It was much faster than Murong En's roaring voice. Only when the halberd struck close to him did the demonic voice truly resonate:

"Qiwang Xuantian, hear the ringing! This person has grown suspicious! Eliminate him quickly!"