Become a Fairy

Click! There was a sharp voice behind him, Lu Xiaotian looked back, and the black-clothed female cultivator was also caught up by the giant mountain beast, but the black-clothed female cultivator did not know where to get a magic weapon similar to a shell. A shell opened to protect her in the middle. It's just that the shell magic weapon still couldn't stop the sharp teeth of the giant mountain beast. It couldn't hold on for a while before it was crushed, and the black-clothed female cultivator inside was directly stabbed to death by the broken shell fragments. Looking at the blood-stained sharp teeth of the mountain monster, Lu Xiaotian looked ugly, the second monk to be bitten to death.

Although the giant mountain beast was huge in size, its movements were definitely not clumsy. The two foreign monks who escaped a little slower could not escape the fate of becoming its food. Fortunately, the giant mountain beast is too heavy to fly into the air. As long as it is high enough, it can naturally escape its attack range.

Lu Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief when he flew hundreds of feet away from the ground in one breath, but soon he realized that something was wrong. With such a simple truth, it is impossible for Duan Huitian and those foreign monks to understand why these people did not fly here. kind of height?

"Not good!" A bone-piercing undercurrent surged like a raging wave, Lu Xiaotian didn't have the slightest ability to resist, and was thrown upside down.

What the hell is this? Lu Xiaotian was secretly angry. He felt himself floating around like fallen leaves in a strong wind. In this high sky, which seemed to be calm at first, there was such a powerful storm hidden. No wonder Duan Huitian and those guys would rather take the risk of being chased and killed by giant mountain beasts than fly into the sky, presumably these people must have suffered a lot.

Duan Huitian sneered and looked at Lu Xiaotian who was hit by the storm and bumped around. He was still thinking about whether to deal with this difficult guy, but he didn't expect that he would be so easily cleaned up by the storm in the sky. I believe that it won't be long before this young monk he has only seen in his life will be cut into hundreds of pieces by those endless sharp blades in the storm.

Lu Xiaotian didn't have the time to pay attention to the gloating of Duan Huitian's several foreign monks. At this time, he gritted his teeth and struggled to support himself in the storm, but in the blink of an eye, the ferocious mountain beast disappeared, or he was caught by the storm. Rolled too far, already far away from there.

In the swishing storm, there seemed to be sharp blades formed by golden aura, flying around, and a wound was added to his face if he didn't pay attention. The slight pain and dripping blood made Lu Xiaotian's back shudder, and in a blink of an eye, several invisible sharp blades rolled over.

With a wave of the Chiyanli rocket in Lu Xiaotian's hand, he defeated the sharp blades that invaded the body. As for the few sharp blades that shot at his body, they cut through his coat, but they were blocked by the fire dragon scales, leaving no traces.

But even so, Lu Xiaotian was extremely anxious, even if it was him, he could only drift with the tide in the storm, without the ability to resist at all. He can still protect himself in a short period of time, but over time, there will inevitably be some omissions. It's just that the situation at this time has exceeded his ability, and the backhand he prepared can't effectively deal with the means in front of him.

The mountains, rivers and lakes below are changing rapidly, or he, the foundation cultivator, was swept too far by the storm, and the distance is tens or hundreds of miles in a blink of an eye. Even with Lu Xiaotian's physique, he still feels dizzy. Fortunately, sometimes there are more sharp blades formed by the invisible golden aura, and sometimes there are none at all, otherwise he might not be able to support it.

After more than an hour, Lu Xiaotian didn't know where he was, only felt that the storm suddenly disappeared, and he fell from the sky. Instead of being surprised, Lu Xiaotian was overjoyed, and finally escaped from this damn storm. With a slight push of the flying sword, his body regained its balance. While Sui Suan fell from the sky, Lu Xiaotian looked at the surrounding environment.

Looking down from the air to the ground, one can have a panoramic view of the terrain. There are lush hills stretching for tens of miles, and there are many animals and birds, but there are only some low-level monsters, and even ordinary beasts with no spirituality.

On one side of the hill, there is a flat and desolate Gobi. What surprised him was that this place seemed to be an independent space. A layer of gray barriers covered this place with a radius of no more than a hundred miles. From high in the sky, Lu Xiaotian could have a panoramic view. Only the yellow sand at the end of the Gobi was rolling. Even with the use of spiritual eyes, Lu Xiaotian could not see it. How far.

What the hell is this place? Lu Xiaotian frowned slightly, and soon, he didn't pay attention to this weird environment, because when he reached the ground, there were more than a dozen shadows flying towards him one after another.

Lu Xiaotian's heart shuddered, not only the famous Jincangu foreign monks, but also three barbaric beast sects and four Qingdan Palace monks. It seems that the two waves of people who entered here before and after should have similar experiences, so they all came here.

"Haha, I didn't expect there to be another unlucky ghost. Who is coming and what is his origin? Please report your name." The monks of Jin Cangu rushed up first, and a man with a strong aura was even stronger than Duan Huitian. The monk flew out and looked at Lu Xiaotiandao with great interest.

"Lu Yi, a casual cultivator who lives in no fixed place. What advice do fellow Taoists have?" Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised. He thought that Duan Huitian was the strongest among the group of monks Jin Chanjiao, but he didn't expect to hide it. A master in the late stage of foundation establishment. Presumably this person also has some means of hiding his breath, but why is the other party hiding it before, but now it is exposed without reservation?

Lu Xiaotian's mind flashed that magnificent beauty, and he casually said the name, Yi is Dongfang Yi's Yi.

In fact, Zhao Fengshan did have a technique to conceal his aura, but this area is so large, with a radius of about a hundred miles, it would only take a short while for a foundation cultivator who can fly with a sword. Moreover, they also fought a few times with the monks of the Beast Sect and Qingdan Palace, but both sides failed to find a bargain, and they had already fought, so there was no need to hide their cultivation. Zhao Fengshan naturally didn't bother to spend any more effort.

"Don't dare to teach, just save your life." Zhao Fengshan laughed loudly, and with a wave of his hand, the other five monks surrounded Lu Xiaotian without leaving any dead space.

"Fellow Taoists of Qingdan Palace and the Beast Sect, these monks from the Golden Silkworm Valley are monks from the Southern Desolation, and they entered my Wangyue Immortal Cultivation Realm with unruly intentions. Are you just going to sit idly by?" Lu Xiaotian turned his head to look at Qing who was catching up Dan Gong and the monks of the Beast Sect said.

The headed old man with white eyebrows is Wen Fu, the eighth-level foundation-building monk of Qingdan Palace, whose strength is slightly inferior to Zhao Fengshan of Golden Silkworm Valley. After hearing Lu Xiaotian's words, Wen Fu looked a little embarrassed, looked at Zhao Fengshan and said, "Zhao Daoyou, although Nanhuang and Mochizuki have their own battles, we are both in a desperate situation right now. Why don't we stop the fight and look for it together?" How to get out?"

Zhao Fengshan rolled his eyes and said, "Old man with white brows, we have made an agreement before. In order to ensure the balance of power between the two sides, any monk who appears in this forbidden area and may break the balance must be killed. Before you were six People, there was one more monk later, and I did not do anything according to the agreement. The monks united by the two factions have already gained the upper hand in terms of numbers. If there is one more monk, they will also have the upper hand in terms of strength. If you are the one who comes later People in Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals, once the balance is broken, don't you have the final say on the life and death of our group of foreign monks? In a word, leave this person to us to deal with, or let's go to war now, you have no me!"

"Fellow Taoist, I'm sorry, I have an appointment with the monks of Golden Silkworm Valley. There is nothing I can do." Wen Fu shrugged.

"You can ask for blessings. I think you might as well give us what you have on your body, so as not to make those foreign monks cheaper." A middle-aged man who looks a bit slick has a black demon tattoo on his bare chest. Antelope, at this time greedy eyes looked at Lu Xiaotian from time to time and said.

Lu Xiaotian's complexion suddenly sank, even enemies of life and death may coexist under certain circumstances, but the prerequisite for coexistence is that the strengths of both parties are close to each other, and each takes what they need. Once the balance of power tends to be broken, the preconditions for peaceful coexistence will naturally cease to exist. Obviously, the monks of Golden Silkworm Valley understand this truth very well, which is why they are so tough. Because the number of monks from the Moon-Watching Realm has already gained the upper hand, if another monk from the Moon-Watching Realm comes later, the strength gap between the two sides will only widen, and they will have no room to resist. Instead of this, it is better to fight to the death now.

And Wen Fu and the other six monks understand this exactly. Their strength is not overwhelming. Once the people of Golden Silkworm Valley put their lives together, even if they can win, they probably will lose a few people. After all, they It is not an absolute advantage. They are obviously unwilling to risk their death for a stranger like Lu Xiaotian.

The rule of survival in the world of cultivating immortals has always been to put their own interests first, and these people have no need to fight desperately with the golden silkworm valley monks for him. Lu Xiaotian didn't complain at all, and quickly recognized the cruel facts in front of him. In order to protect themselves, these monks from Qingdan Palace and the Beast Sect gave up on him, but it's fine if the other party doesn't help him, and even ridiculed him. If there is a chance, they must return him.

Among the monks of Golden Silkworm Valley, one is in the late stage of foundation building, two are in the middle stage of foundation building, and two are in the early stage of foundation building. In terms of strength, it is enough to crush him, even if he uses the magic weapon of alchemy, he can't turn the situation around. Fighting against these people in the air at this time, he has no chance of winning.

"Boy, are you going to kill it yourself, or do you want some of us to do it?" Zhao Fengshan had a plan in his chest, a kid in the early stage of foundation establishment, and he still couldn't escape his Wuzhishan.

"Who wins the battle is still unknown." Lu Xiaotian said coldly, and Yu Jian fell to the ground.

"Arrogance!" Zhao Fengshan's five golden silkworm valley monks laughed instead of anger. This was simply the funniest joke they had ever heard. A monk in the early stage of foundation establishment dared to say such words to Zhao Fengshan, a master in the late stage of foundation establishment. Either the dead duck's mouth is hard, or his brain is burned and confused.

Without waiting for Zhao Fengshan's orders, the four Golden Silkworm Valley monks rushed after him. Trapped in this inexplicable ghost place for several days, bored to death, a plaything came down now, the few people didn't take Lu Xiaotian's threat to heart, but held a somewhat teasing mentality.

"Boy, die." A black-faced and tall golden silkworm valley monk rushed to the front, and hit Lu Xiaotian's head with a three-edged green mace in his hand. The benefits will be taken away by Zhao Fengshan. As the person who contributes the most, he gets more benefits than other fellow monks.

Looking at the opponent's loose formation, anyone with a bit of a brain knows that these people don't take him seriously. The price of any underestimation of the enemy is huge, Lu Xiaotian sneered. split into two.

The black-faced middle-aged monk who rushed in front was stunned. These two people are exactly the same, and he can't tell the truth from the fake with his cultivation base. For the similarity, it's just that there are more shadow clones copied by the Four Square Magic Breathing Mirror than the people in front of you. It's just that no matter how many tricks this person in front of him has, he is no more than a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment, and he can make waves.

After the black-faced middle-aged monk smiled disdainfully, he casually hit one of them, Lu Xiaotian.

This guy was lucky, choosing one of the two made him choose his real body. Lu Xiaotian's face became serious, and he sacrificed the centipede puppet. As soon as the centipede puppet came out, he immediately shook his head and spit out a huge beam of light, which was equivalent to a full blow from a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment. It was not too much trouble for the naughty middle-aged man, but Also be distracted and resist.

Lu Xiaotian remained expressionless, put away the Chiyanlihuo sword, spread his palms, and a sparkling red longbow appeared in his hand.

Draw the bow and nock the arrow!

The black-faced middle-aged cultivator looked at the bow and arrow in Lu Xiaotian's hands in horror. When the bow and arrow were separated, they didn't feel how powerful they were, but when they were combined together, a violent and ferocious aura rose from the sky. With his cultivation base, he didn't even have the confidence to block an arrow.

"A complete set of fire-type alchemy bows and arrows!" The black-faced middle-aged man's face was earthy, if he had known that Lu Xiaotian was so powerful, he would not have rushed so fast. Even if Zhao Fengshan wants to take this arrow, it will not be easy. Not to mention him, a magic weapon of alchemy has already allowed monks in the early stage of foundation establishment to leapfrog to the middle stage. And the combination magic weapon of the fire flood bow and arrow is far more powerful than the ordinary magic weapon of alchemy.

"Junior Brother Zhang, don't be afraid, we will restrain this person, and we won't let him attack you with all his strength." Another tall, middle-aged woman looked solemn, and after Lu Xiaotian's shadow clone was scattered by her fellow disciples, she raised her hand and shot out. Two poisonous darts with blue light, the strange poison on them sealed the throat with blood, even if the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment had no antidote, they would never be spared. And the other two fellow disciples in the early stage of foundation establishment also killed the sword one after another, swiped the sword, and slashed at Lu Xiaotian from left to right.

"A complete set of magical artifacts!" Even Zhao Fengshan, who was originally in the mentality of watching the battle above the sky, was taken aback, and immediately realized that Yu Jian rushed towards Lu Xiaotian like a thunderstorm, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Everyone!" People, use all your strength to kill this person in the shortest time!"

"Too bad, let this person take the lead." Wen Fu slapped his thigh and said regretfully.