The Yingang Fu Demon Circle bound the Cave Ape Refining Corpse tightly. When Lu Xiaotian recited the incantation, his spiritual consciousness formed a sword-shaped mark and flew towards the Cave Ape Refining Corpse's mind.
The Cave Ape Refined Corpse kept roaring and resisted desperately, but no matter how hard it struggled, it was unable to break free. Because it struggled so fiercely, the Yin Gang Demon Circle had sunk deeply into its body, and some bones were even pulled out.
A series of cracks.
The power of the Yin Gang in the silver leaves of Buddha Tong consumes a lot of demons, but the strength of the cave ape's struggle to refine the corpse is getting weaker and weaker. In the end, even his consciousness has some troubles, so Lu Xiaocai plants the mark of divine consciousness. Then he stretches out his fingers.
With one stroke, a drop of blood from his middle finger shot into the mouth of the cave ape who was refining the corpse.
When he withdrew from the Yingang Demon Subduing Circle, the Cave Monkey Refined Corpse made a thud and fell to the ground, gasping for air. His body was already covered with craters from being strangled.
"Cure its injuries, and then you can leave." Lu Xiaotian glanced at Han Lin who had not yet recovered.
Han Lin was startled, then nodded, without saying a word, he set up a ghost weapon like an iron pot, and threw the bones of the Fenggen Ghost King into the iron pot. He stretched out his hand and patted it, and a large ghost-colored spiritual fire appeared under the iron pot.
In baking.
A few days later, Han Lin's complexion became even more gloomy. Although the Cave Ape Refining Corpse did not have the fierce flames when he first advanced to the next level, the injuries on his body were finally fully recovered.
"With my ability, I can only restore him to this point. This cave ape has its own spiritual intention and certain self-healing methods. Before my fellow Taoist kills him, ten days and a half will be enough for him to recover."
I have regained my strength." Han Lin said truthfully, not daring to do it again in front of Lu Xiaotian.
"It would have been better to have done this earlier. If you steal the chicken, you will lose the rice. I keep my word, you go." Lu Xiaotian put away the cave ape and refined the corpse, stretched out his hand and waved the ghost formation covered by the cold forest, and was cut into pieces by the sword energy released by Lu Xiaotian.
The strong wind directly blew away the sporadic ghost energy without a trace, dissipating it on the lake surface, where it was replaced by the rich spiritual energy again.
"Farewell!" Han Lin felt annoyed but had nothing to do. At this time, he was still in Xiangdu. It was not easy for a ghost cultivator to successfully get out. But there was nothing he could do about it.
The silver-haired young man had already done a good job if he didn't do anything else. To expect the other party to help him again was just wishful thinking. Maybe if he hadn't thought wrongly before, judging by his behavior, he wouldn't have broken his promise.
"Just let this ghost cultivator go away?" Before Han Lin's back disappeared, Niu Kun came forward and looked at Han Lin with evil intentions.
"Otherwise, what do you think?" Lu Xiaotian glanced at Niu Kun and said.
"Well, since Brother Lu said he would be released, then naturally he would be released." Niu Kun smiled and said, "Brother Lu, I have some experience with the ten-turn Yuan Fusion Skill you gave me during this time.
Now I am planning to ask Luo Qian for advice, so I won’t keep you company."
After saying that, Niu Kun took the giant hammer and left.
"If you leave, who should I look for?" Lu Xiaotian said in surprise.
It's okay that Lu Xiaotian didn't say anything. With this exit, Niu Kun walked faster and faster, "Brother Lu, my old arms and legs can't stand your tossing. You can go to whoever you want. I think that woman Lu Wushuang
You and Brother Lu are just right for you."
"Giggle, Niubi, it's not a good habit to speak ill of demons behind their backs." A clear laugh came, and a golden shadow flashed. It was Lu Wushuang in a light golden dress who stood in front of Niu Kun with a long whip in his hand.
"A good cow won't fight with a banshee. Sister Wushuang, why don't you call me eldest sister? You can go find Brother Lu." Niu Kun said with a mournful face.
"I'm no match for my little brother. With the addition of you, it's pretty good." Lu Wushuang pulled the whip with both hands and swept his eyes over Lu Xiaotian. Now that Lu Xiaotian's business has been done, she is naturally not serious.
Come to trouble Niu Kun. The gap between the eleventh and twelfth-level demon cultivators is too big. After all, freaks like Lu Xiaotian are extremely rare. They are only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but she, a great demon, has no confidence.
"Including a few of us? Although I am convinced by Brother Lu, I shouldn't be exaggerating to this extent." Niu Kun said with a look of disbelief.
"It won't be a problem together, but it won't be a big problem if you are included." Lu Xiaotian thought about it for a while. Niu Kun, Qiao Lan, and Luo Qian are all not weak in strength. Plus Lu Wushuang, Van Luo's true fire is naturally
It cannot be used. It is really difficult to cope with the siege of so many people.
"Brother Lu, friendship is friendship, but I don't like you because you are too crazy, old Niu. Sister Wushuang, I will help you deal with him!" Niu Kun said with a look of indignation.
"If you dare to call me eldest sister again, don't blame me for tearing off your pair of horns. Call me by name!" Lu Wushuang glared at Niu Kun. She quite liked her current name. But she was old after being called by Niu Kun.
He looked hundreds of years old and sounded like an old monster. Naturally, Lu Wushuang wouldn't like it.
"Haha, okay, you asked for this yourself, don't say that I am taking advantage of you because you are an old cow." Niu Kun laughed when he heard this. The eldest sister is long and the eldest sister is short, so he screamed awkwardly.
"Just because you want to take advantage of me, you have to have that ability." Lu Wushuang said disdainfully. Regarding Lu Xiaotian and his group, Lu Wushuang was a little strange at first. Logically speaking, Lu Xiaotian is the strongest among everyone, and he has been criticized by several people.
The support and respect of others are natural. But when they really get involved, Lu Wushuang finds that the actual situation is quite different from what he originally thought. Usually this group of people seems to have no constraints at all when they are together. Niu Kun and others believe in
Lu Xiaotian, it's not because of how strong Lu Xiaotian is, but because of the trust between friends and people after getting along for a long time. Since Lu Xiaotian doesn't mind all kinds of names, why would she care about Niu Kun calling him by his first name.
"Little brother, watch the whip! Niubi, show your skills, otherwise don't blame me for asking you to settle the score later!" Lu Wushuang knew that he had no choice but to help Lu Xiaotian, so he said hello to Niu Kun while taking action.
"Brother Lu, look at the hammer!" Niu Kun was also unambiguous. The giant hammer in his hand surged, and when he hit it with one hammer, it almost caused wind and thunder.
"Okay, let me see what you have learned over the years." Lu Xiaotian stood quietly in the air, a pagoda emerged in his hand, and the Dharma entered it. The bright day seemed to suddenly enter the night, like water.
Under the dark night, Lu Xiaotian's silver hair is so conspicuous.
"What kind of secrets does this seven-level pagoda hide?" Lu Xiaotian gently touched the Black Sky Holy Demon Suppression Tower in the palm of his hand, with a somewhat thoughtful look in his eyes. He could feel that his seven-level pagoda was a treasure.
A tower with seven floors, if used to the extreme, is level seven. Each tower has one level. Using seven of them at the same time is also level seven.
If I have cultivated every demon-suppressing pagoda to the seventh level, and unlocked the secret of the Buddhist beads, how powerful should these seven-level pagodas be?