"Of course you can use magic weapons, but I have already inquired, junior brother, that the monks who enter are divided into small teams according to their sects. Each sect will have some extremely powerful Qi-refining monks entering it. Although the enemy is powerful, our Lingxiao Palace
Of course there are people who can compete with it." Peng Dayong didn't drink much wine, but said with red eyes, "In two years, I will be thirty, and I may not be able to enter the top fifty of the sect. My qualifications are already there.
Too bad, I can’t afford to wait for the next sect competition. No matter how dangerous the Bloody Forbidden Land is, I have no choice but to break into it.”
Peng Dayong didn't drink much, but his eyes were still red when he talked about the Bloody Forbidden Land.
Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but remain silent for a while. The number of Foundation Establishment Pills was greatly reduced at the moment. Foundation Establishment monks from each sect could not directly obtain Foundation Establishment Pills. There would definitely be a group of blood-related children of Foundation Establishment masters entering the Bloody Forbidden Land.
In the Heishui Village Mine, he had already seen the power of Black Jiao Shear. Even though he had greatly improved his strength now, he still did not have the strength to compete head-on with Black Jiao Shear. Because Peng Dayong's qualifications were too poor, he could not compete with Black Jiao Shear.
If you choose Yuan, you have to enter the Bloody Forbidden Land. In order to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill, you need to fight with your life. And he is not the same.
But when he thought of facing the attack of magical weapons in the Bloody Forbidden Land, Lu Xiaotian still couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. This feeling of having life and death controlled by others was very unpleasant.
Lu Xiaotian also couldn't trust his life on the disciples who owned magical weapons in Lingxiao Palace. At critical moments, others would also treat ordinary monks like them as abandoned sons without hesitation. When taking risks in the Moon Moon Mountains,
He has seen too much.
The only way to prevent him from being influenced by others and being treated as an outcast is that he also possesses a magic weapon. Lu Xiaotian thought for a while, but magic weapons are not easily obtained, and it is rare to find one in the entire Lingxiao Palace City.
, even if there are a large amount of spiritual stones in his enchantment, magical weapons cannot be bought with money at certain times. He has no way to ask someone to refine the spiritual stones in Lingxiao Palace. If he is
Qian Dali learned that he might be killed soon.
On the contrary, Weng Zhihan mentioned that he gave Qian a gift to refine the blood-melting gourd. Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, maybe Weng Zhihan had to start with the magic weapon.
Three days later, Lu Xiaotian collected the seeds of the blood-devouring vine, another main material for refining the demon-binding rope. On a huge spiritual eagle, Weng Zhihan blew the cold wind. Not only was there no chill at all, but instead
It was uncontrollable excitement and excitement. If it weren't for the fear of falling off the Spirit Eagle, Weng Zhihan would have raised his hands and roared loudly. He thought he would never be able to get out of the Heishui Village Mine, but he didn't expect to see the light of day again so soon.
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Lu Xiaotian's eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't know the way, so the control of the Spirit Eagle was left to Weng Zhihan. Three days ago, through Peng Dayong's introduction, after he left Fangshi, he went directly back to Qinglian Peak Domain to register.
He entered the Bloody Forbidden Land and then hurried back to the Heishui Village Mine. The story was a bit dramatic. When he came out of the mine, he was made things difficult by the fat man. As a result, the fat monk sternly rejected him in public.
Lu Xiaotian felt troubled and was about to go back and think of a solution, but he didn't expect that the fat monk would talk to him about the matter in private.
Of course, he also spent nearly two hundred spiritual stones for this purpose, allowing the fat man to make a fortune. What a hypocritical guy. In addition, he spent another twenty spiritual stones to inquire about Weng Zhi through the fat man's relationship.
When Weng Zhihan entered the mine, he discovered that someone had indeed manipulated him and removed Weng Zhihan from the disciples of Lingxiao Palace on an unfounded charge.
At this time, Weng Zhihan probably didn't know that he had been briefly checked by Lu Xiaotian.
"Master Lu, below is the village where the little old man once lived. The little old man has a daughter who has never entered the path of immortality. They have been separated for more than 20 years and want to go down and have a look. In addition, we are still nearly two days away from the treasure place. Ling Ling
The eagle also needs to rest during the journey." Seeing Lu Xiaotian frown slightly, Weng Zhihan quickly added, "As long as Mr. Lu has enough ice silk and collected blood-devouring vines, and uses the blood spirit and earth fire in the treasure land, he can do it in three
I will refine the magic weapon and the demon-binding rope within a month, and I will use the head on my neck to guarantee that I will never miss Mr. Lu’s time.”
"As long as you have an idea." A trace of displeasure flashed across Lu Xiaotian's face before he nodded.
Weng Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief, and the spirit eagle suddenly descended. Below is a secular country, full of hills, with some locust trees scattered here and there. Dozens of thatched houses are scattered on both sides of a creek. There is no traffic in the fields, but there is no traffic.
Still dozens of feet away from the ground, the two of them smelled a trace of blood floating from the ground.
A few of them fled from Tian Longyin with their baggage on their backs and faces of panic.
"What, what's going on?" There was a trace of panic in Weng Zhihan's tone. The spiritual eagle was still more than ten feet away from the ground, so Weng Zhihan jumped down. This height is too high for a monk in the late stage of Qi refining.
, nothing.
"Stop!" Weng Zhihan stopped in front of several farmers and shouted, "What happened in front?"
"You, are you an immortal?" He led an elderly man and watched Weng Zhihan fall from the sky with his beard and hair fluttering, riding a spiritual eagle, and kneeling on the ground with several other farmers.
"Please let the immortal make the decision for the little old man and the others. The entire Huaishu Village has a population of 208. Except for the five people in front of me, the women were snatched away by the bandits, and the men were killed by those damned bandits.
Harmful." The old man and a few old and weak people who escaped knelt on the ground and cried loudly, in agony.
"What, bandits? Where are the bandits?" Weng Zhihan's eyes were splitting as he pulled the elderly man up from the ground.
"About thirty miles to the east and northeast, there is Niushou Mountain. Bandits usually bring captured women and property back to the mountain." The elder was frightened by Weng Zhihan's appearance and stammered.
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"Ying'er, my father is here to save you." Weng Zhihan shouted, took out his spiritual sword, and shot it towards the northeast like lightning.
"These damn bandits." Lu Xiaotian's eyes also flashed with cold murderous intent. After experiencing several life and death tests, he showed no mercy when facing the enemy, but he was particularly concerned about this kind of wanton killing of ordinary people.
Disgusted. Now that he has encountered it, he doesn't mind getting rid of this group of bandits. However, Weng Zhihan is already in the late stage of Qi refining, so dealing with a group of bandits is no problem.
Maybe there are still people alive in the mountain village. Thinking of this, Lu Xiaotian flew to the small village on the Spirit Eagle. The closer he got to Dahuaishu Village, the stronger the smell of blood became.
One knife kills! Lu Xiaotian looked at dozens of deceased people one after another, and all of them cut off the neck arteries with one knife. The blood had dyed the ground red. The corpse was cold and the victim had been dead for a long time. But when he saw the surprised and shocked expression of the deceased,
Frozen on his face, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but frown. This was the case for dozens of corpses in a row at the head of the village. After looking at the entire village, there was no one left alive. The person who had done it was clean and tidy. While Lu Xiaotian was angry, a flash of anger also flashed across his face.
A hint of ruthlessness.
"Not good!" Soon, Lu Xiaotian reacted, hurriedly summoned the spirit eagle, and galloped away in the direction of Weng Zhihan.