"Your cultivation is recovering? This is impossible!" Old Man Wanshou looked at Lin Xi who reappeared in front of him with a shocked look on his face. His old bark-like face was now twisted into a ball.
Wanshou has a peaceful nature, which is one of the reasons why he can live so long.
After all, for an old dryad who doesn't fight or grab, has a docile personality, but is powerful, and has a wide circle of friends, few people will try to cause trouble for him after he's full.
But he is only persistent in his own medical skills.
The old man Wanshou himself asserted many times that ‘Chu Lingxiao’s’ Yuan Shen’s injuries could not be cured without external help.
But after not seeing each other for a few days, 'Chu Lingxiao' has restored his Nascent Soul cultivation level. Isn't this a slap in the face?
Compared with Wanshou Old Man's disbelief, Lao Bai's eyes were full of excitement.
Li Fuyao, on the other hand, looked Lin Xi up and down carefully, then frowned and said, "Have you... practiced magic skills?"
Lin Xi's skills at this time were basically composed of Yin and evil spiritual energy. In the eyes of Li Fuyao, the master of overcoming tribulations, he could not hide it at all.
Faced with Li Fuyao's question, Lin Xi nodded naturally, and then said: "That's right! In his early years, he once obtained a 'method of transforming demons'. It has the ability to waste one's energy and rebuild it, and regain the soul. I'm just trying
I have to practice a little bit to see if I can take advantage of this characteristic, but now it seems that I have succeeded."
Li Fuyao's concept of good and evil is not very strong, even though Yukun Palace is one of the oldest righteous sects.
Hearing this, he said worriedly: "After all, the devil's path is not favored by heaven. Even if you turn to practice magic and regain your cultivation, the next thousand-year catastrophe will probably..."
Hearing this, Lin Xi laughed loudly and said: "I have already narrowly escaped death this time. If there is another time, I will continue to practice my original skills. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive. What will happen after a thousand years?
Do you know? Now... I just seize the day!"
As more and more of Chu Lingxiao's memories and soul were absorbed, Lin Xi gradually became infected with Chu Lingxiao's heroic and rough spirit.
Since Lin Xi had already talked about this, Li Fuyao couldn't say anything else.
"The formation is about to be unable to hold on any longer. The formation will be shattered no later than noon the day after tomorrow. But I underestimated these guys." Old Man Longevity said.
"In this case, we must prepare how to break out and evacuate!" Lao Bai said anxiously.
"Breakout?"
"Why break out of the encirclement! We have to counterattack! If you dare to encircle me, Mr. Chu, how can this matter be left alone!" Lin Xi laughed coldly.
Looking at the confident Lin Xi, Lao Bai suddenly felt relieved.
That master who is like a giant pillar seems to be back again?
"You have just returned to the Nascent Soul stage, how dare you speak so wildly?"
"Outside, there are three great masters of transcending tribulations, all of whom were your former enemies. There are dozens of Yuanshen monks, and several are sword cultivators. There are monks below the Yuan Ying level.
I'm afraid there are thousands of them, and they have already formed a large formation and set up a net to wait."
"Counterattack? You didn't have the ability before, and it's even more impossible now!" Li Fuyao said in a sarcastic tone.
Hearing this, Lin Xi stared at Li Fuyao and said with a smile: "Although you said it rudely, I can tell that you care about me!"
Lin Xi looked a little shy.
Li Fuyao turned around, turned his back to everyone, and said coldly: "At such an old age, you are still so shameless, and you are not afraid of the younger generation's jokes."
Lin Xi turned to Lao Bai and said, "Although the Twelfth Floor has been separated, in general, do you still have any reservations?"
Under the skyscraper cliff, there are three sects on the twelfth floor.
The three factions were previously given to Ximen Shang and Chu Yang to control.
But the twelfth floor has long been under the control of Lao Bai.
This is also the reason why when Lao Bai helped Xumi attack Tianyin Pavilion, he mobilized the forces from the Twelfth Floor, but did not mobilize the forces from the three factions.
After the Motian Cliff was captured, although the forces on the Twelfth Floor were also attacked, the losses were relatively small because Lao Bai was in charge and dispatched.
"About 50% to 60% of the disciples are still retained, and the core backbone is basically still there." Lao Bai replied.
"Okay! Mobilize the forces on the Twelfth Floor...let them find the weaker sects that are besieging us, and go to their sects' bases to attack. We don't want to capture them, but...cause them as much damage as possible."
Lin Xi said.
Is this plan to surround Wei and save Zhao?
Of course not!
The small sect came here to besiege Linxi. Their manpower did not account for a large proportion among the many monks.
Even if they are all taken away, it will not change the core battle situation much.
Sure enough, everyone had doubts and thoughts on their faces regarding Lin Xi's decision.
"Other than disgusting people, what good can you do by doing this?" Li Fuyao turned around and stared at Lin Xi and asked.
"Of course it's useful! When attacking those small sects, you can destroy one or two if appropriate... and then spread the word and pick a suitable target at random, indicating that it will be the next target to attack."
"As a result, all kinds of disputes will inevitably arise within this rabble, and people will be panicked."
"At the same time...let me spread the word, saying that I am about to die, I am about to fall, and I want to fight to the end, so I can support a few people. At this time, with the virtues of those big sects, they will definitely be reluctant to let the cannon fodder of the small sect go back.
, before we started fighting, they were in chaos internally." Lin Xi said.
Li Fuyao looked at Lin Xi strangely and sneered: "I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for so many years, after experiencing this change, you would actually have a brain instead of being reckless."
Lin Xi was shocked and knew that he had gone too far.
Although Chu Lingxiao was not stupid in the past, he was not someone who liked to use his brains.
The main thing is that they are strong and powerful.
If anyone is unhappy, they will knock on the door and kill them.
It is the mindless push flow that Lin Xi has always envied and longed for the most.
This kind of convoluted and brain-consuming calculation has basically never been done before.
"It wasn't necessary before, but now... we have to be more flexible," Lin Xi said.
At the same time, there are plans 2 and 3 in my mind, which have to be postponed for the time being, so let’s not mention them now.
or···!
Lin Xi looked at Lao Bai.
"Perhaps, the next plan can be passed on to Lao Bai in a less obvious way, so that he can take the initiative to think of those points and then propose them, thus clearing my 'suspect'."
Thinking of this, Lin Xi sighed in his heart: "It's too difficult! It's really difficult for me!"
At this time, inside Longevity Villa, Lin Xi and others were still discussing a counterattack plan.
The 'Chu-Destroying Alliance' outside the villa is also planning how to attack Longevity Villa.
"As long as you use the God-Destroying Needle, you can break through the formation the day after tomorrow at the latest. However... Tian Chunzi's divination from the Tianxing Temple showed that Chu Lingxiao's destiny star has become stronger again. Although it is still dim, it exudes a strong energy.
Aura. It is very likely that some kind of secret method was used to stimulate the potential. So... whoever can take action and hold Chu Lingxiao head-on is the top priority." Zhao Han, who was presiding over the discussion, said.
As soon as these words came out, even the three great masters who had been invited to transcend the tribulation were all sitting on their futons like idiots, without any expression or any intention of getting ahead.