At present, out of the five halls of elixirs, spiritual talismans, magic weapons, puppets, and exercises, only the three halls of spiritual talismans, puppets, and exercises are left. Not every branch hall will determine the winner, or the branch halls that have reached an agreement will be the same as the previous ones.
The two halls of Yaowu Magical Weapon are the same. Some more foundation-building monks have gathered nearby, and there are already hundreds of them in total.
With a bang, the Puppet Hall collapsed, and the previously majestic branch hall turned into ruins. Two figures shot out from it, one black and one white. The figure in white suddenly turned out to be a masked woman Luo Qing, but she was pure white.
There was a large stain of bright red blood on the chest of her dress. The other man with a hooked nose looked definitely not in good condition either. His left arm was cut off at the root, and there was also a shallow sword mark on his neck, which was almost injured.
and life.
This hook-nosed man didn't know which sect he belonged to, but he was able to fight on a par with Luo Qing, or it could be said that he had joined forces with another person to fight Luo Qing fiercely. Only two came out at this time, and the other one may have been killed.
Luo Qing was killed in the puppet hall. But no matter what, to be able to fight Luo Qing in such a situation, the hook-nosed man is definitely not weak. It’s just that Luo Qing’s explosive momentum at this time has already stabilized the hook-nosed man.
On the one hand, Lu Xiaotian secretly said that there was no need for him to take action for the time being. Moreover, Tao Feng and Zong Sheng were still there.
"Junior sister Luo, it's great that you can come out." Tao Feng saw Luo Qing's face lit up, and he pulled out the Dark Wind Ruler without hesitation, looked at the hook-nosed man coldly and said, "You committed suicide on your own.
Or do you want me to take action?"
The waves of cold murderous aura that rippled out from the Underworld Wind Ruler made the breathing of the foundation-building monks around him stagnate. Tao Feng's original cultivation level was not high, but with the Underworld Wind Ruler, even ordinary late-stage monks had the strength to compete with one of them.
In battle, as long as you don't encounter a top-notch master in the late stage of foundation building, there will be no problem in self-protection.
"I'm afraid it's too early to say this now." A cold snort sounded, and a dozen gray figures descended from the sky. The leader was a middle-aged man with a broad face in the late stage of foundation building. He looked somewhat similar to a man with an aquiline nose.
, should be his elder, followed by three mid-stage monks and a dozen early-stage monks.
"Uncle Third, you're finally here, that's great. Please help me take down these people."
The hook-nosed man was overjoyed when he saw this. His hand holding the long sword tightened inadvertently, and he was determined. Although the other party had come to help, more than a dozen people suddenly came to his side, and there was also a person in the late stage of construction.
Strong reinforcements are not inferior to the opponent in terms of individual strength, and the number is several times that of the opponent. Except for the later stage of foundation building, even if others are inferior in individual strength, the advantage in quantity is enough to make up for it. For Luo Qing
The hook-nosed man was eager to obtain the puppet. There were three people who entered the puppet hall together. One of them had been killed by Luo Qing. Two of the three puppets had fallen into Luo Qing's hands. If he could get it, and
If he practices the art of puppet again, even if the monks in the late stage of foundation building encounter him, they can only go around him. Now that they have the upper hand, they will naturally take advantage of the situation to grab the benefits. There are so many other factions present.
Brother Ji, if you want to grab it, you have to do it early, otherwise things will change if you don't do it too late.
Zhang Lan looked at the situation in front of him with flashing eyes. He had obtained the Alchemy Magical Artifact from the Magical Weapon Palace, but it had not been refined yet. At this time, his strength had not improved much. In his eyes, in addition to the already existing
Tao Feng and Zong Sheng, who had acquired a Nether Wind Ruler, were about the same strength as him. Facing so many enemies, he might not be able to get a good deal. Although he had a temporary alliance with Zong Sheng and Tao Feng before,
But once encountering unpredictable risks, this alliance becomes very fragile.
Even Zong Sheng and Tao Feng couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw this situation. Based on their experiences, they naturally knew that Zhang Lan was absolutely unreliable at this time.
At the critical moment, both of them will hesitate.
Luo Qing's eyes were full of solemnity at this time. The hook-nosed man and the other person she had killed before were quite extraordinary, so now she also suffered some injuries.
Lu Xiaotian secretly sighed. This situation seemed to be impossible without taking action, but it was not the last moment, so it was not necessarily necessary to show up. Once he had an idea, Lu Xiaotian, who was among the crowd, quietly used Ice Soul Xuanyin.
Ice Soul Xuanyin is a spiritual attack, invisible and invisible. When people hear the sound of running water hitting rocks, they are attacked. The monks whose cultivation level is obviously lower than Lu Xiaotian have no power to parry at all. Only people like Yuan
Hao, the most important disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, could only survive if he had a magical weapon to defend himself against spiritual attack. However, the means of divine attack were extremely rare, and the magical weapon to defend against divine attack was even more scarce.
Although the spiritual consciousness of foundation-building monks is much stronger than that of Qi-refining monks, it is still not enough to launch a powerful spiritual attack. Only extremely powerful golden elixir monks who have practiced some powerful secret techniques can
He may have mastered this terrible method. Obviously, among the many foundation-building monks brought by the broad-faced middle-aged man called Third Uncle by the hook-nosed man, the dozen or so fellow disciples who were in the early stage of foundation-building did not possess this kind of defensive god.
Know the weapon of attack.
"Little trick!" The broad-faced middle-aged monk snorted coldly. This low-level spiritual attack had no impact on him at all, and he didn't even need to deliberately guard against it. The surrounding air fluctuated strangely, and a large number of wind blades were densely directed towards him.
They are coming from all directions. Although the number is extremely large, the wind blades of this intensity can be resisted by even a late-stage Qi Refining monk, let alone a foundation-building monk. The wind blades formed by this elementary spell cannot break through the foundation-building monks at all.
The monk's defensive shield.
"Not good!" This is what the broad-faced middle-aged man originally thought, but the development of the matter was completely beyond his expectation. The dozen or so early-stage monks under him all looked dull for a while, and did not notice the approach of these wind blades at all.
His performance was even inferior to that of a monk in the early stage of Qi refining. The broad-faced middle-aged man quickly waved his hand and hit several ice walls, blocking most of the wind blades from the ice wall.
A large number of wind blades plopped against the ice wall, leaving only a shallow white mark and not being able to shake it at all.
It's just that Lu Xiaotian thought of this situation when he took action, so he released a large number of wind blades. With the primary seal formed in his body, and with the support of strong mana, he could already cast this low-level spell instantly. Maybe he can master it through practice.
The seal of the highest level can also allow him to sweep away most of the foundation-building monks. However, when he chose to practice magic, he was forced into the mine by Qian Dali, and he had no other choice. With the help of various spiritual stones in the mine
, day after day, year after year of repeated practice, he has condensed the primary seal. If he cultivates the seal to the intermediate level, he will not be able to bear the consumption of spiritual stones. After all, the ripening spiritual grass
The large amount of spiritual stones needed to refine various spiritual elixirs for fighting and improving cultivation is enough for him to drink a pot. How can he have so much financial resources to upgrade the seal to the middle stage. And he already has the elixirs in his hand.
Yuan Dharma Weapon can also refine elixirs. Now that there are more choices, there is no need to spend a lot of time, energy and financial resources on the path of Dharma cultivation. Lu Xiaotian still understands this truth.
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It's just that even though it's obviously wrong for this kind of elementary wind blade to appear in this situation, no matter what move it is, it has its use. This seemingly useless wind blade is like a stroke of genius when Lu Xiaotian uses it at this time. If
Tu Fang, a middle-aged monk with a broad face, could not just sit back and ignore such a powerful move. As a result, he missed the best opportunity. Now it was already too late to take action in a hurry.
Although the remaining three mid-stage foundation-building monks were not greatly affected, their first choice was to protect themselves instead of rescuing the low-level fellow Taoists around them, and their reactions were similar to those of the broad-faced middle-aged monk Tu Fang.
It's almost the same. Even Tu Fang couldn't fully rescue them, let alone a few of them.
Whoosh…
Several wind blades flashed past the necks of several early stage monks. Several more wind blades passed through the waists or heads of the early stage monks. Tu Fang also saved three early stage monks with ice money.
, but there were twelve other early-stage monks who were unprepared, and nine of them were killed. Each of the three suffered injuries of varying severity and temporarily lost their combat effectiveness. With one blow, nine were killed on the spot.
The early-stage monks were so powerful that the hundreds of early-stage monks on the scene were stunned. The attack method was extremely simple, and because of this, it was even more strange. There were so many people present, many of whom were masters, and they were not even aware of the specific details.
Who was the one who made the move? Tu Fang glanced in the direction of Lu Xiaotian. Lu Xiaotian was invisible among the crowd, disappearing from the crowd and not conspicuous at all.
To be able to kill and injure twelve people so accurately and instantaneously were all monks in the early stages of foundation building. There were also strong men in the later stages present, but none of them could boast of such an elusive method.
It was the fact that they couldn't even discover who the opponent was that made him look even more terrifying. Tu Fang and the hook-nosed man had a trace of cold sweat on their foreheads. Although they still had a certain advantage in numbers, when it came to a real fight,
, but it may not be possible to securely capture Luo Qing and the others. Not to mention that the other party has an unpredictable helper hiding around who may come out at any time.
After a look of fear flashed across Zhang Lan's face, she did not hesitate anymore and chose to stand on the same front as Zong Sheng, Tao Feng and others. She stared at Tu Fang and his group with eager eyes. It seemed that she was just waiting for the mysterious man who had just taken action to show up.
Immediately attack these people. At the same time, Zhang Lan's peripheral vision never left Zong Sheng and Tao Feng. Judging from the surprised expressions of the two people, these two people did not seem to know who the person was. But that
Luo Qing's eyes seemed to be full of surprise, but also a little hesitant, and he looked unsure. It was really unbelievable, but with strong support at his side, it was always an indisputable fact. With this person's methods, even an ordinary late-stage monk
Far from being his opponent, as long as Tu Fang, who had just spoken, was stopped and did not dare to take action, this seemingly dangerous battle would not continue to worsen.
"Let's go!" After a sudden change in Tu Fang's expression, he jumped into the air. The man with the hooked nose left this place without stopping, and flew into the distance. Everything that appeared in front of him was too weird. First, he witnessed what he had seen before.
The young man holding a fire dragon bow and arrow easily killed the late-stage foundation-building monks and was not timid at all in facing off against everyone. Then he encountered such a strange and extremely tyrannical opponent. Even though he usually thought highly of himself, he continued to stand still.
Here, there is no confidence at all.
Lu Xiaotian watched the departure of these people with cold eyes. Although he was very interested in what puppets there were in the Puppet Hall, after all, the centipede puppet was no longer of any use to him. He himself knew the art of puppets. Some of the puppets produced by Hunyuan Daozang
The treasures are quite extraordinary, and many of them are extinct in the world of immortality. If he can get a powerful puppet, his strength will undoubtedly increase. Of course, compared with the things in the Kung Fu Hall, Lu Xiaotian is not
I don't want to cause trouble because of a puppet. Maybe he won't be so polite if he meets this group of people again after getting the Hunyuan Sutra.
After Tu Fang and the hook-nosed man left, the surrounding atmosphere seemed a bit strange. In contrast, only Luo Qing, Tao Feng, Zong Sheng, and Zhang Lan seemed calm, at least on the outside.
An hour later, the Spirit Talisman Palace collapsed. Wen Fu, a late-stage monk of Qingdan Palace and an old acquaintance of Lu Xiaotian, vomited blood and flew backwards. When he fell to the ground, he was already dead. The ones who rushed out immediately after him were those who followed him.
The Nanhuang monk Lu Xiaotian fought against was Duan Huitian. However, at this time, Huitian's appearance had changed into that of a cold, middle-aged man in black robe, replacing the original obvious Nanhuang monk's appearance. It's just that his appearance can deceive others.
How could it affect Lu Xiaotian's judgment? These were the only two people who rushed out of the Spirit Talisman Palace. It seemed that the other person had also died. He was actually able to kill Wen Fu during this period, and his strength should have improved. But he was originally
There was a strange black mirror on his body, Wen Fu's methods were considered ordinary, and his death at the hands of Duan Huitian was not a surprise.
"Wen..." Among the many foundation-building monks, there was a young man who seemed unable to hold back and almost shouted out. However, seeing Duan Huitian's sharp eyes, he swallowed his words abruptly. At this time, Qingdan Palace
There are no other powerful monks here, so they are all alone. If this very powerful man in black robe realizes that he is Wen Fu's fellow disciple, he may soon be destroyed.
After Duan Huitian killed Wen Fu, he had no intention of leaving anymore. Four of the five halls had been decided, and only the last Kung Fu Hall was left. The faces of so many monks present looked quite disappointed.
, after all, they can practice to the foundation building stage. When they first established the foundation, they chose the exercises that suit them in the sect. It is unrealistic to want to change it and start over from scratch. What's more, no matter how powerful the exercises are, they can be practiced quickly.
It's faster and the fighting skills are more powerful, but in the final analysis, the key to whether a monk is strong or not depends on his own cultivation level, the strength of his magical weapon, and his talent for cultivation. It does not mean that he has an unparalleled ancient technique.
After practicing for decades, one can easily defeat the monks of the same level. In fact, there are not enough spiritual stones and elixirs to support them, and the qualifications are poor. If the attributes are not matched, no matter how good the skills are, they can only be sold.
It's just a spiritual stone. Before it's sold, it's no different than a piece of trash.