At this time, there are only a few spiritual talismans left on his body. In terms of fighting skills, he has no advantage over other casual cultivators. Even compared to those monks who have been practicing for more than ten or twenty years, Lu Xiaotian still has some advantages in the proficiency and application of spells.
It is not as good as the garrison formation. It is only a defensive formation. It can only induce the enemy to fall into the formation, which has great limitations. It is not suitable for confronting the enemy on the battlefield.
Lu Xiaotian thought about it for the time being, and for the time being, he could only sacrifice the shadow ants of the big monster, so that he could have more power to protect himself in the dangerous Wangyue Mountains.
Lu Xiaotian's consciousness moved, and a huge head ant with two wings, like a flying little green ball, fluttered its wings and flew out of the gourd mouth. Suddenly smelling the breath of Lu Xiaotian, a stranger, he immediately greeted him.
Lu Xiaotian rushed over.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities." Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and popped out a wind blade. With a snap, the shadow ant hit the wall of the tree hole and fell. However, Lu Xiaotian didn't strike hard, and the shadow ant took off again in an instant, flying towards the stranger Lu Xiaotian.
Come, I plan to bite this evil man hard. But how can Lu Xiaotian let this little bug get his way?
There was a crackling sound. The shadow ants were shot down by the wind blade again and again. Realizing that the enemy in front of them was unbeatable, they turned and flew out of the tree hole.
It’s not that easy to escape. Lu Xiaotian twitched the corner of his mouth, flexed his fingers slightly, and a whirlwind was generated in the palm of his hand. The huge suction force pulled the head ant back. Repeatedly, the head ant was so tossed that it couldn’t even find the strength to crawl.
After all, the head ant expressed its surrender, but Lu Xiaotian could feel the unwillingness in this surrender. After all, he had been raised by the big-headed weirdo for a period of time. If he wanted to be able to command freely, he still needed repeated sacrifices. The big-headed weirdo used himself.
Essence and blood, now with his death, the spiritual imprints on these shadow ants are gradually weakening, and will disappear completely before long. Lu Xiaotian will not use his own essence and blood to raise these shadow ants, but he will do the next best thing.
It is enough to take some blood of monsters and add it with animal spirit pills.
It had been two hours since he had sacrificed all the remaining ants in the black gourd. After experiencing several thrilling fights and working hard in the tree hole for another two hours, Lu Xiaotian was exhausted both physically and mentally. In the tree
He fell into a deep sleep inside the cave.
Two days later, somewhere in a barren mountain, under towering trees, a demon rabbit was covered with small green flying ants. The demon rabbit rolled on the ground in pain, but soon lost its power and was cut apart by a young man in green and a sword next to it.
, let the green ants share the food.
Five days later, a blood-devouring demon cat was devoured by dozens of small green ants led by a few head ants.
Ten days later, by an unknown stream, the water was clear, but there was a faint smell of blood floating in the stream. If a careful person searched carefully, he would definitely find a pile of demon crocodile bones in the grass by the stream.
There are still some remaining meat residues.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Lu Xiaotian snorted, stretched out his hand to suck in a few ants, and a ball of flame appeared out of thin air in his palm. It was the Yuanyang fire formed by the vitality, which was enough to melt gold and forge stone.
Being blasted by the Yuanyang fire, several ants flew away in panic. They immediately surrendered to Lu Xiaotian and did not dare to do anything again.
Lu Xiaotian has spent most of his energy on sacrificing shadow ants these days. After more than ten days of hard work, he has continuously removed the mental imprints left by the big monsters and fed some of the flesh and blood of the monsters. For the time being, he has completed the sacrifice of several heads.
The control of shadows. But Lu Xiaotian discovered that these shadow ants will become more ferocious after eating the essence and blood of blood-eating monsters. What just appeared is that these shadow ants appeared after they had eaten the essence and blood of demonic crocodiles.
The backlash situation. But how could Lu Xiaotian let these spirit insects succeed easily?
"Huh?" Just as he was about to teach these ants a lesson, Lu Xiaotian suddenly heard a strange noise and someone was coming.
Lu Xiaotian felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly hid his figure among the weeds. In the past few days, while he was worshiping the shadow ants, he had been careful to avoid other groups of monks. After all, he was alone now, and when he met other groups,
It is easy to be surrounded and killed, and once trapped, it is difficult to escape.
Nowadays, he mostly chooses trails with less monk activity. Once he finds scattered spiritual stones, storage bags, or the corpses of other monks on the road, Lu Xiaotian will directly choose to return to the original route, or take a detour. In most cases like this
It was arranged by other monk teams, and the purpose was naturally to use it for fighting.
Some experienced casual cultivators are not easily deceived. However, many novices have just come out of Wangyue City and are short of money, or there are also some conceited cultivators who do not believe in evil and insist on giving it a try. These people often end up miserable.
However, no matter how careful he was, Lu Xiaotian was almost surrounded by a few casual cultivators. It was four days ago that he saw a Bisanthus plant, which is the main medicine used to refine the Vitality Pill. After checking the surroundings several times, he could not find it.
He found the figures of other casual cultivators. So Lu Xiaotian plucked up the courage to collect the blue fish grass. Unexpectedly, just as he was collecting it, a black crow flapped its wings and flew up from the grass more than ten feet away. He was just suspicious at first, after all, it was just a bird.
An ordinary black crow, not even a spiritual beast. There are many such birds in the high mountains.
But something that surprised him soon occurred. After the black crow flew up, it croaked several times, and four or five gray figures surrounded him at the same time from several miles away.
Lu Xiaotian was very annoyed that someone actually trained such an ordinary bird for his own use. In the past, there were also special pigeon trainers in Lei Daomen. There were also some powerful ones who could train flying eagles. But this was just a method used by ordinary people.
In Xiu, he had hardly heard of anyone who would spend their energy on such things.
If it was a spiritual bird or monster, Lu Xiaotian would probably have noticed it during the search just now. But ordinary black crows can be seen everywhere in the mountains and fields, and he didn't think about it at all. Who knew that it was just this negligence that led him to be fooled?
.In order to make money and kill people, these people really go to any lengths. Immortal cultivators even tame ordinary black crows as eyes and ears. If it were anyone else, they would be just as good at it.
In anger, Lu Xiaotian threw out a small fireball, burning the black duck into ashes. Then he ran away.
There were people from the other side in several directions, but he was lucky. He met a black-faced monk at the third level of Qi Refining. Lu Xiaotian directly fired a few spells, and then sacrificed the ant colony, with a desperate attitude.
When the black-faced monk saw that his cultivation level was far lower than his, he was frightened and turned around to retreat. They met on a narrow road. In this situation, fear of shrinking would make him die faster. The black-faced monk was chopped in half with his wind blade. Lu Xiaotian returned the favor by the way.
The black-faced monk's storage bag was taken away, but there were only six or seven low-grade spiritual stones in it, as well as a few worthless spiritual herbs. The other monks who surrounded him were so angry that they jumped up and down, but saw Lu Xiaotian flee away.
But there was nothing he could do about his back, he could only pinch his nose and suffer the loss of being dumb.
After this experience, Lu Xiaotian became even more cautious and alert than before. From a distance, he heard the slightest movement.