Zhao Qingtang came to Pei Xihe's side with light steps.

His aura was unreserved, and the aura of the Earth Immortal in the Tribulation Stage shocked the powerful beings hidden around him.

It is really impossible for Song Ran to face the Earth Immortal who is in the tribulation period for a mere Li Huai.

His current cultivation level is at the peak of integration, and he has just glimpsed a few hints of the mystery of Xiaoyaoyou. To be honest, if he can't even block Zhao Qingtang's sword, why would he go up and seek death?

With Zhao Qingtang by his side, Pei Xihe felt quite secure and could free up his hands to sort out the things he had just acquired.

"Tao Heart Seed Demon" can be called one of the three ancient magic scriptures, and the magic of the heart also has mysterious magical power.

It can split souls, eat souls, and refine souls.

At the moment when Li Changqing's soul was strangled by the magic of the heart, fragments of the soul were carried back with memories, which can be clearly sensed with a little refinement.

She also had some doubts in her heart and decided to find out.

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Among the clouds, the Dao patterns flashing around Li Changsheng were extremely dim. Even Wu Yazi, who saw Changsheng, might not be able to take so many swords from Zhao Hanfeng. He was obviously only half a step into the Mahayana, but why was he so powerful?

The silver firefly in Zhao Hanfeng's hand was surrounded by extremely cold and yin aura, and the Nine Yin Sword slashed towards Li Changsheng again.

There is a Yin fish leaping out of the cold pool and rushing towards the world.

There was no way to avoid it. As soon as the fish, which carried the infinite coldness of the sword, collided with it, the infinite sword light appeared and shattered all the Dao patterns around Li Changsheng's body.

Li Changsheng spurted blood arrows from his mouth.

He was originally in his fifties or sixties, with dark hair and fine eyes, but now his hair was tinged with gray, and his vitality was much sluggish.

Zhao Hanfeng was too powerful and had already vaguely touched the bottleneck of Yuhuaxian, and the combat power of the Yiyuan Dao lineage had always been stronger than that of monks in the same realm.

He himself was able to withstand these hundred swords, which can even be said to be an astonishing achievement.

Seeing that Li Changqing was completely beheaded, and even a trace of his soul was wiped out, his heart, which had been silent for more than a thousand years, burst into monstrous rage.

Angry at Li Changqing's stupidity, Pei Xihe's ruthlessness, and Zhao Hanfeng's aggressiveness.

"Zhao Hanfeng, please forgive others if you have to!"

There was a bit of coldness and fear in his eyes.

"Your apprentice has killed off the last of my direct bloodline, what else do you want?"

The Li family has luxuriant branches, but there are only three true direct bloodlines. The direct bloodlines are divided into the Changzi generation, Xuanzi generation and Yunzi generation.

Now the bloodline of his direct line can be said to be completely cut off. The higher the realm of monks, the higher the level of life. For human monks, it is difficult to reproduce children.

The gloomy face lost its fairy spirit and looked quite ferocious.

Zhao Hanfeng raised his eyebrows.

"Who do you think you are? Are you a human? Can't you tell? Aren't you a shrinking-headed old bastard?"

The platinum flames all over Li Changsheng's body were quite dim, and all his magic power was invaded by the Nine Yin Qi, which was restrained by Zhao Hanfeng.

"Dongtian Technique!"

He ignited his magic power, and the flames all over his body were radiant. He pointed with the fingers of his right hand, and a black hole suddenly fell under Zhao Hanfeng's body. The terrifying devouring power tore at his body and ate away his magic power.

This second-grade Taoist move is extremely extraordinary even in their realm.

Zhao Hanfeng waved the Silver Yingdao, and countless Jiuyin Dao shadows flew, cutting off the suction and restraint coming from the black hole.

Standing in the air, he stepped down hard. If he looked carefully, there were endless Taoist light symbols surrounding it into a pillar of light. The black hole was broken with one step.

And this time.

Pei Xihe's eyes suddenly opened, looking very deep and complicated.

It turns out that Li Changsheng was so kind to Li Changqing for this purpose.

Every time a cultivator breaks through a great realm, the origin of life is transformed and improved, extending vitality and increasing longevity.

Practitioners in the two realms of Xiaoyaoyou's Return to Void and Crossing Tribulations enjoy a lifespan of eight thousand years. When they break through this realm, the rules of the small world they comprehend are integrated into their own bodies, echoing the heaven and earth, and they step into the Mahayana realm of seeing immortality.

times, can live for sixteen thousand years, and have a glimpse of the road of thousands of years.

Li Changsheng's name is his pursuit of the realm of immortality, but no one knows that in the process of growing to his current realm, he suffered a fatal source injury.

The origin of life is the foundation of vitality and longevity. It is impossible for Li Changsheng to live to be 8,000 years old.

With his talent, he was stuck on the bottleneck of immortality. After the Nine Tribulations Earth Immortal, he was still unable to integrate the world rules he understood into himself, and he had a life span of ten thousand years.

He relied on forbidden laws to live to be over six thousand years old.

When Li Changqing was young, he took advantage of Li Changsheng's absence to meet his biological father in his secret room.

He was obviously a great monk who was famous all over the world, but he was shaped like a dead branch. The flesh and blood under his skin had all melted away, and his skeleton could not be more appropriate.

Didn’t he say that he had died long ago? If it weren’t for the images of Li Changqing remembering his parents every day, he would never be recognized.

In the dark secret room, there was a painful but feeble roar. After his father recognized him, he could not use the slightest thought to convey it. He could only use lip gestures over and over again to tell him to leave quickly.

This is the nightmare that always haunts Li Changqing.

Because a few years ago, Li Changsheng once again activated the secret method to swallow the flesh and blood and origin of his direct descendants, which led to the complete death of his father Li Changhan, and he had to retreat.

When he is released from confinement, it will be the time for Li Changqing to replace his father.

Li Changsheng's preference and squandering of resources just treated him like a captive animal, but Li Changqing knew that any resistance was meaningless in the face of Xiaoyaoyou.

He must become stronger, no matter what the means. Only by advancing in strength, getting rid of the restrictions of the virtual soul on his body, improving his talent greatly, and gaining the true attention of the sect, can he counter Li Changsheng.

These memory fragments were condensed into several purple beads in Pei Xihe's hands using his own mind power as a carrier.

Li Changsheng, the ancestor of the Li family, who secretly studied the bloody forbidden book and practiced with the blood of his descendants, turned out to be such a thing.

Even Kunlun can no longer protect him.

"Senior brother, do me a favor?"

Zhao Qingtang turned his head from watching the clouds to her: "What's the matter? Tell me."

Pei Xihe threw the mind power bead in his hand at him.

"Brother, please give these memory fragments to every powerful person present."

Zhao Qingtang raised his eyebrows slightly.

These memory fragments can only belong to Li Changqing, so why should they be given to every powerful monk around him who is lurking to watch the battle at this moment?

Pei Xihe must have his own intentions.

He nodded, took the beads, flicked them with his fingers, and shot them in several directions.

Those powerful people were a little surprised at first. It is not surprising that Zhao Qingtang was aware of their existence when he was in the Immortal Realm of Crossing the Tribulation. But what does this mean?

But as soon as the bead fell in front of me, it shattered, and a memory appeared in the form of an image.

Given their state of mind, there is no need to distinguish between authenticity and authenticity.

Everyone's expressions turned cold.

Isn’t this kind of forbidden practice an evil practice?
Chapter completed!