The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the continuous green peaks reach into the sky. The familiar peak area appears again. At this time, it once again comes to the area under the jurisdiction of Lingxiao Palace. The mountains are still the same, but there are no more spiritual birds coming and going in the past.
The spirit beasts roared, and it was as lively as the monks were going to and from the place of cultivation, the market, and the servant hall.
The various peak regions were originally filled with a large number of spiritual grasses and spiritual trees planted in large quantities. In the past two hundred years of melee in the world of cultivating immortals, due to consumption, almost all the valuable ones have been collected. And the periphery of Lingxiao Palace seems to have suffered a certain amount of damage.
After the destruction, a lot of the aura of the Jindan monks remained.
There are also a lot of violent thunder magic powers. It seems that there was a battle between foundation-building monks not long ago. The flames of war have actually reached Lingxiao Palace.
Only the white mist escaping between the mountain peaks remains the same as before.
"Stop, who dares to break into Lingxiao Palace!"
Although most of the troops in Lingxiao Palace went to Tianjian Mountain to fight the main force of the enemy monks, only a few monks were left to garrison in these dozens of peak areas. However, the monks patrolling the mountain quickly discovered that Lu Xiaotian's team was not hiding.
The monk who lives in hiding.
The two men were dressed in spiritual armor, held out their weapons, and looked at Lu Xiaotian and his group with wary expressions.
"Lu Xiaotian of Qinglian Peak Region has returned to Lingxiao Palace, who will be in charge of Lingxiao Palace now!" Lu Xiaotian used part of his magic power, and his voice was like a big bell, and it shook towards the dozens of peak regions of Lingxiao Palace.
Yuan Min was secretly shocked. Before, he only knew that Lu Xiaotian was an individual cultivator. Now when Lu Xiaotian deliberately used his magic power, Yuan Min was shocked to discover that Lu Xiaotian's magic power had reached an unimaginable level. The sound was like a loud bell, huge but not harmful.
The man shrouded the sky above Lingxiao Palace and never dispersed. Although he was not an enemy, his control was far beyond what Yuan Min could achieve.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Hundreds of figures each flew into the air with their swords. Among them, a middle-aged man who looked familiar and a middle-aged woman in green clothes were particularly excited after seeing Lu Xiaotian.
When other people saw Lu Xiaotian, they were also excited. Perhaps due to the passage of time, other sects could not remember Lu Xiaotian for a while, but for Lingxiao Palace, it was the reputation left by those Jindan monks.
It is far less important than the Lu Xiaotian in front of him. In Lingxiao Palace, the silver-haired monk in front of him has already become a legend and has been passed down to this day in Lingxiao Palace.
In particular, Lingxiao Palace has suffered heavy losses in the melee in the world of immortality in recent years. With the number of high-level monks declining day by day, Lingxiao Palace needs a spiritual pillar for the lower-level monks to persevere. And Lu Xiaotian makes these in Lingxiao.
People who grew up in the palace can talk about a spiritual source of comfort.
There are countless sects and cultivating families in the Wangyue Cultivation World. Who can kill the Flying Cavalry Tribe with a fierce reputation and make rivers of blood flow? Who can single-handedly subdue countless monks of the same level in the Cultivation World?
Accept the challenge!
"Master Lu, Master Lu, have you become a Golden Elixir monk?" The two people who rushed out were Luo Kang and his cousin He Liping, who had successfully built the foundation at Qingyue Peak in Lu Xiaotian. The life of the foundation-building monk was only about three hundred years.
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Lu Xiaotian has been away for nearly 150 years. However, under Lu Xiaotian's shadow, the two ordinary Qi refining disciples have successfully built foundations one after another. They have survived in the war and have reached the late stage of foundation building.
, and the two of them have bid farewell to their past youth, leaving obvious traces of time on their faces.
"I've met Uncle Lu!"
More than a hundred foundation-building monks were leaning down in mid-air. One hundred and dozens of years ago, the legend that had been passed down by Lingxiao Palace to this day was right in front of them. However, this person had disappeared since then, and there was no news at all. I thought
Lu Xiaotian has passed away, and he never thought that he would return to the mountain gate today. And when he came back, he would already be a high-ranking Jindan monk.
In addition to these foundation-building monks, tens of thousands of Qi-refining monks who were not yet able to fly with weapons were also looking down the mountain. At this time, the morale of Lingxiao Palace was at a low point, and Lu Xiaotian, who was famous in the past, unexpectedly returned.
"Excuse me, who is in charge of Lingxiao Palace now?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Back to Master Lu, the palace master has led the main force of the Immortal Palace to Tianjian Mountain to fight the main force of the enemy. It is now that Master Luo is in charge of the overall situation in Lingxiao Palace. Master Luo also fought side by side with Master Lu back then. I don't think so, Master Lu.
It will be strange." Luo Kang said quickly.
"But Luo Qian?" Lu Xiaotian was startled. Among the monks surnamed Luo he knew, the only one he had fought with was Luo Qian. It seemed that he had already achieved the golden elixir, but Luo Qian suffered from himself again back then.
After the stimulation, his temperament became much calmer. With Luo Qian's qualifications, he solved the problem of condensing golden elixirs, and with the master Lei Wantian, condensing golden elixirs was not difficult.
In his early years, he was chased by Zhou Tong, entered the Blue Demon Sea, and practiced in the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen Realm for decades. Although Luo Qian's cultivation level was lower than his own in his early years, the decades were enough for him to catch up.
.Lu Xiaotian used the foundation-building method to form elixirs, while people like Luo Qian began to form elixirs in the later stages of foundation-building. Naturally, he should not have been left behind much.
"It's Master Luo." Luo Kang nodded. Naturally, he didn't dare to call Luo Qian by his first name like Lu Xiaotian.
"If that's the case, why don't you see Luo Qian coming?"
Lu Xiaotian was a little confused. These foundation-building monks had already come over. Luo Qian's cultivation shouldn't be so slow. No, the thunder magic power just now belonged to Luo Qian. It seemed that Luo Qian was most likely injured. Lu Xiaotian
React quickly.
"Luo, Master Luo's condition is not good. He suffered some injuries in his early years. Now the entire Lingxiao Palace is full of elites. In the entire palace, only Master Luo and a golden elixir monk are in charge." Luo Kang said with a gloomy expression.
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"Where is Luo Qian?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"At Siqing Cliff in the Lingtian Peak Domain, apart from the attack of Jindan monks from other lands and invading the mountain gate, Master Luo never leaves Siqing Cliff." Luo Kang sighed and said, "Junior and others are talking softly. Master Lu and Luo
Master Luo has some old friends, so I tried to persuade Master Luo."
"Siqingya!" Lu Xiaotian's body trembled, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. Although he hadn't arrived yet, hearing his name, you can know what happened in the years he left. Only Luo Qian can be like this.
There is the unruly and arrogant Su Qing, and who else.
"These people are my friends, please welcome them while I go to see Junior Brother Luo." Lu Xiaotian sighed sadly, his figure was like lightning, everyone saw a blur in front of their eyes, and they lost sight of Lu Xiaotian.
There are many lovers in the ruthless cultivation of immortality. Although it may not be between a man and a woman, Yuan Min can clearly see the sadness on Lu Xiaotian's face.
In the Piaotian Peak area, fallen leaves rustle, and the cold mountain wind stirs up a bit of coolness. On the Qianren Mountain wall, there are a few words with dried blood on Siqing Cliff.
"But Senior Brother Lu, I apologize for not being far away to greet you, but let me come down to talk." An old voice sounded from under the cliff.