Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand to capture the world-breaking worm in the palm of his hand, and was quite moved. During more than six years in the Heishui Village mine, he practiced the puppetry technique to a small degree, and at the same time refined the Five Elements Seal. He also fed nearly a thousand shadow ants.
, able to withstand a large number of attrition wars. He also fulfilled his wish to become a Qi Refining Dzogchen monk, and Huabao also advanced to the third level of peak monster beasts fed by a large number of high-quality beast spirit pills. Lu Xiaotian's strength improved by leaps and bounds. Only this boundary-breaking
The insects take a long time to hatch.
Now the hard work has finally paid off. Judging from the current situation, the remaining eggs should be dead eggs. No matter, let's try the storage bag of the old man in black robe first.
Although he has been on the road to immortality for more than ten years and has experienced various life-and-death battles and intrigues, the one who impressed him the most was undoubtedly the cheap master who led him on the road to immortality, the old man in black robe.
Even now that he has reached the state of Qi Refining Great Perfection, his strength is not inferior to that of the old man in black robe, but Lu Xiaotian still cannot use his spiritual consciousness to open the storage bag of the old man in black robe. The more this happens, the more he feels that the things in the bag are
No small matter.
The world-breaking insect can break some strange mental restrictions, and it is almost possible to do so. However, the storage bag is a space treasure after all, and if it is forcibly opened using special means, it is likely that some of the items in it will disappear directly.
"Let's bet on your luck." Lu Xiaotian hesitated and placed the boundary-breaking insect on the black-robed old man's storage bag.
"Chirp!" The boundary-breaking insect suddenly became excited, like an animal that has not eaten for a long time and suddenly smells delicious food. The round yellow insect crawled up and down the storage bag, sniffing here and there.
.Climbed to the corner of the storage bag, the insect suddenly raised its head and bit into it ferociously.
Lu Xiaotian was surprised to find that a layer of mesh-like restrictions appeared on the storage bag. He tried to use his spiritual consciousness to touch this layer of mesh-like restrictions, and his consciousness was indeed bounced back as before.
Sure enough, it was this layer of restriction. After Lu Xiaotian's consciousness was blocked, he was not angry but happy. This layer of restriction was not visible before. It was not until a corner of it was bitten by the boundary-breaking insect that it became visible. It seems that the boundary-breaking insect is weird about this.
The ban did work.
He waited patiently for the boundary-breaking insect to eat away at the web-like restriction. The boundary-breaking insect had a very good appetite, and within a few moments, it devoured all the restrictions. When it swallowed the last bite, the round insect body suddenly froze.
, lying on the storage bag motionless.
"Maybe he's dead." Lu Xiaotian quickly picked up the world-breaking insect, and then realized that the little guy had fallen asleep. He couldn't help but laugh and cry, and put the world-breaking insect into the spirit insect bag. Then he excitedly put the storage items in his hands.
Pick up the bag.
There was a crash, and the storage bag broke open at some point, and a large number of jade boxes fell out.
"Where is that golden flying sword?" Lu Xiaotian was secretly anxious, tumbling around in the fallen jade box. He didn't see the shadow of the golden flying sword, but he saw a small black sword, a booklet, and two pieces.
Weird scales.
"Magical weapon!" Lu Xiaotian cried out in a low voice. He knew very well about the spiritual pressure of the magical weapon. Isn't the flying sword of the old man in black robe golden? Where did this little black sword come from?
"It doesn't matter what color it is, whether it's gold or black, as long as it's a magic weapon, it's enough."
Lu Xiaotian felt a rare and inexplicable sense of relief in his heart. Ever since he knew that the disciples of foundation-building masters could bring magic weapons into forbidden areas, the immense pressure and the feeling of powerlessness after having his life and death controlled by others made him unable to sleep or eat well. The magic weapons that appeared now
Lu Xiaotian finally got rid of this terrible shackles. Even if he faced these foundation builders and even the blood-related children of the ancestor of the Golden Pill, he still had the confidence to fight!
With a sense of relief, Lu Xiaotian began to look at other things and opened the book manual. It turned out to be a secret technique of sword within a sword.
"No wonder the golden flying sword of the old man in black robe disappeared. It turns out that gold is just the color of its surface, and the real magic weapon is the black flying sword hidden inside."
Lu Xiaotian suddenly realized that he wrapped the flying sword with a layer of camouflage, making the enemy think it was just a spiritual sword. When the enemy was defenseless, the power of the magic weapon suddenly burst out, catching him off guard. This old man in black robe was really cunning.
However, he also made the decision to refine a camouflage layer for the black sword immediately after returning.
There are many precious spiritual herbs, some for healing, and some for refining Vitality Pills and Wuhua Pills. But he already has these. At this time, Lu Xiaotian didn’t know that due to the use of world-breaking insects to forcefully break the restrictions, the black robe
The two violet plants and some other spiritual objects that the old man got from killing the blood dwarfs have disappeared and disappeared out of thin air.
"Why do these two scales look familiar?" Lu Xiaotian was a little confused when he came into contact with the black scales.
Before Lu Xiaotian could think further, a figure approached in the distance. It was Weng Zhihan who had returned. Lu Xiaotian reached out and swept all the jade boxes containing spiritual herbs into the barrier.
Weng Zhihan hurried back with a large handful of detoxifying herbs, a look of joy on his face. Although the smell of this detoxifying herb was a little stronger, it did have a miraculous effect on the poisonous mist and could even drive away some poisonous insects.
A few hours later, the two passed through the miasma and poisonous fog and appeared in front of a dilapidated palace, with ruins and broken walls everywhere.
"I didn't expect that someone would establish a sect in a place where poisonous fog is rampant." Lu Xiaotian couldn't hide the surprise on his face. Usually, the ancestors of some immortal sects would choose to establish sects in places with abundant spiritual energy.
"There is too much poisonous mist and miasma, but unpaid debt is not a means of self-protection for some small sects. The sects struggling at the bottom of the world of cultivating immortals do not have the strength to occupy a paradise. Besides, there is another mystery under this ruins.
"Weng Zhihan seemed to be a different person when he arrived here, talking a little more than usual.
"Stop, there is someone." Lu Xiaotian suddenly stopped Weng Zhihan, pulled him aside, and hid him behind a broken bluestone wall.
"Damn, I got bitten several times by those damn red-headed flies when I came to this damn place. It really tickled me to death." A strong man who looked like a black iron tower held a bronze sledgehammer in each hand and cursed as he walked forward.
.There are indeed a few red and swollen pimples on the dark skin.
"That's right, that kid said there was some kind of treasure here. Now that I haven't got the treasure, I fed him a bunch of poisonous mosquitoes and flies. If that kid dares to lie, I will skin him when he goes back and make him unable to survive. Please
You can't die." Another man with a Chinese character face and a big red nose also cursed non-stop.
There were actually seven or eight people in this group, and the strongest one was the one from the twelfth level of Qi Refining in the Black Iron Tower. Of the remaining seven, four were in the late stage of Qi refining and three were in the middle stage of Qi refining.
When he heard the conversation between several people, Weng Zhihan's expression changed slightly, and then he quickly felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.