After a while, everything settled, but the center of the explosion was still very quiet, which made Huang Xiaoyun and the others feel a little uneasy.
Suddenly, Xiao Jin's ears twitched, he screamed, his claws reached forward, and he quickly threw Huang Xiaoyun and Xiao Pan Yan onto the spirit shuttle.
Then the little monkey directly controlled the spirit shuttle and flew towards the place where the explosion occurred. His expression was extremely anxious. Fortunately, it was only two or three miles away. In an instant, the spirit shuttle arrived at the battlefield.
The scene in front of them stunned several people. They saw a three-foot-sized hole appearing in this place. The deepest part of the hole was one foot deep. This kind of power was completely beyond the capabilities of the monks in the foundation-building stage, and it definitely reached the level of the pill-forming stage.
Attack power.
However, the center of the pothole did not receive much impact and formed a raised platform. Several people immediately saw Lu Kun on the platform.
Lu Kun looked extremely miserable at this time, his face was pale, his whole body was covered in blood, and his arms looked even more terrifying, with blood and flesh on them, and even white bones on his wrists.
However, the bleeding has stopped, and there is a faint purple light flashing in the flesh and blood, as if it is repairing itself.
All that was left outside Lu Kun's body was a pair of tattered trousers and a few storage bags around his waist. The lightning hammer looked a bit dim and was discarded aside. If you look carefully, you will find that it is
There is still a trace of crack.
Except for Lu Kun, a few broken shield fragments and four storage bags on the platform, the three late-stage foundation-building monks of Wanbao Tower seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace behind.
"Xiao Jin, help me get on the spiritual shuttle. My muscles all over my body, including my internal organs, are severely damaged and I can't move." Lu Kun, who was lying on the ground, said to the little monkey in an extremely weak tone.
Xiao Jin nodded, dropped the spirit shuttle, rushed to Lu Kun's side, grabbed his arm, kicked off his legs, and easily jumped onto the spirit shuttle with Lu Kun, who was many times bigger than him.
"By the way, don't forget to bring up the storage bag and my lightning hammer. I tried my best to control the power in the end so as not to damage the storage bag. If this leaks, the fight will be in vain."
Lu Kun lay on the spirit shuttle and watched Xiao Jin pick up the storage bag and lightning hammer from the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief. He steeled himself and continued: "Xiao Jin, use all your strength to drive the spirit shuttle and fly to the southeast.
In a while, people from Nanfengfang City will be coming."
"Squeak!"
"What? Five or six monks are already ten miles away? Let's hurry up."
Xiao Jin threw the storage bag and lightning hammer into the spirit shuttle, incited the demon spirit power, and flew the airship into the distance.
About a quarter of an hour later, six foundation-building monks wearing black and white robes came here. When they saw this huge pothole, they all stopped in confusion.
The leader of this group of people was the deacon in black who received Lu Kun. He used his flying magic weapon and came to the middle of the pit. He looked at the golden shield fragments scattered on the ground with a look of horror on his face.
He shouted: "Uncle's golden armor shield was shattered. How is this possible?"
"Huang Chen, are you reading that right? Uncle Clan's golden armor shield is a level three defensive weapon. No one can break it except a monk in the pill formation stage."
The person who spoke was a man in white clothes. He came to Huang Chen's side, casually took a shield fragment on the ground in his hand, looked at it twice, and his original casual expression disappeared without a trace, becoming extremely pale.
He said with some trembling: "It's really a golden armor shield!"
"The golden armor shield was shattered?"
"This pothole is a bit strange. I have been here before and it seems that there are no potholes."
"Could it be that this hole was made by the attack of the immortal cultivator?"
At this time, these six foundation-building monks thought of a terrible situation, and they all broke out in cold sweat.
Huang Chen, the black-clothed deacon who spoke before, murmured: "With this pothole and the broken golden armor shield, is it really a monk in the alchemy stage?"
When the others heard his whispers, they showed a bit of fear. The monks in the pill formation stage were not something they could deal with.
"Huang Chen, didn't you say that Uncle Clan, Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother came to kill a monk in the early stage of foundation building? Why did a monk in the core formation stage show up?"
Huang Chen was sweating on his forehead, looking extremely flustered, hesitating and unable to speak.
"By the way, I put a tracking mark on the monk who was in the early stage of foundation building. When he first came out of the market, I still felt something. I'll try again."
After saying that, Huang Chen hurriedly recited a certain mantra, closed his eyes and listened carefully.
Soon, he opened his eyes again and said in a daze: "The tracking mark is gone. Our family's secret technique can only be easily erased unless the divine consciousness is much stronger than mine. But that person only has the early stage of foundation building."
Cultivation."
"It must be the monks at the core formation stage who took action. From this point of view, there are only two possibilities. Either the immortal cultivator you were following was killed by the monks at the core formation stage together with the clan uncle."
"Either there is a pill-forming monk behind the immortal cultivator, and he killed the clan uncle and others in anger. No matter which one, we are not able to deal with it."
"That's for sure!"
"Um, do you think the monk in the alchemy stage will come back?"
"Let's go back to Fang City quickly and tell the family the news."
These foundation-building monks murmured for a while, then flew towards Nanfengfang City with a look of panic.
However, the black-clothed deacon Huang Chen still had a look of doubt on his face: "That monk was obviously a monk from another country. Could it be that he was really a monk at the Dan Formation stage who was passing by and got greedy and wiped them all out?"
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Not to mention the panic of the Wanbao Tower people, Lu Kun and his companions' spirit shuttles had already flown more than ten miles under the control of Xiao Jin.
Lu Kun was lying on the soul shuttle at this time, and his complexion had recovered a lot. He said nervously: "Xiao Jin, are they following?"
Little Golden's ears twitched slightly, shook his head, and squeaked a few more times.
When Lu Kun heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a somewhat thankful expression: "Fortunately, I remembered the tracking mark that person left on me, and with my extremely condensed mid-term peak consciousness, I easily removed it."
"When they see the traces of battle, they probably think it's the work of the monks in the alchemy stage, and they won't take the risk to pursue us."
"Xiao Jin, there is a general aura around here and there are very few immortal cultivators. Go down and find a place. I want to check the injury."
The little monkey nodded, controlled the spirit shuttle to fly downward, found a cave on a rather desolate mountain, and landed.
The little golden demon's spiritual power flashed, and he threw the spirit shuttle and the lightning hammer on it into Lu Kun's storage bag, and also hung several other storage bags around his waist.
Huang Xiaoyun and the others helped Lu Kun into the cave together.
"Xiao Jin, take out the silver spirit-controlling breastplate from my storage bag."
"Yes, yes, this is it. Please help me put it on again."