Become a Fairy

Right now, out of the five halls of pills, talismans, instruments, puppets, and exercises, only the three halls of talismans, puppets, and exercises remain. Not every branch hall decides the winner, or the branch halls that reach an agreement are the same as the previous two halls of pills, five magic weapons, and some foundation-building monks have gathered nearby, and there are already hundreds of them in total.

With a bang, the puppet hall collapsed, and the magnificent branch hall turned into ruins. Two figures shot out from it, one black and one white. The figure in white was suddenly a masked woman Luo Qing, but she was pure white The chest of his dress was stained with a large amount of bright red blood, and the other hooked-nosed man looked absolutely not in good condition. And life.

This hooked-nosed man did not know which sect he belonged to, but he was even able to fight Luo Qing evenly, or he joined forces with another person to fight Luo Qing fiercely. Only two came out at this time, and the other one was probably killed by Luo Qing in the puppet hall. But no matter what, to be able to make such a situation with Luo Qing, this hooked-nosed man is definitely not weak. Just seeing that the aura that Luo Qing erupted at this time has stabilized the man with the hooked nose. Lu Xiaotian secretly thought that he didn't need to take action for the time being. And Tao Feng and Zong Sheng are still there.

"Junior Sister Luo, it's great that you can come out." Tao Feng saw Luo Qing's face beaming with joy, he pulled out the Nether Wind Ruler without hesitation, looked coldly at the man with the hooked nose, and said, "You killed yourself, Or do you want me to do it?"

The bursts of cold murderous aura rippling from the Nether Wind Ruler made the surrounding Foundation Establishment monks breathe stagnantly. Tao Feng's cultivation base was not high, but relying on the Nether Wind Ruler, even ordinary late-stage monks are as powerful as him. In battle, as long as you don't encounter first-class masters in the late stage of foundation establishment, self-protection is absolutely no problem.

"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 foundation establishment period, who looked somewhat similar to a man with a hooked nose. , should be his elders, followed by three middle-stage monks and a dozen early-stage monks.

"Third Uncle, it's great that you're finally here. Help me take down these people."

The hooked-nosed man was overjoyed when he saw this, and he inadvertently tightened his hand holding the long sword. Although the other party came to help, suddenly there were more than a dozen people on his side, and there was also a late-stage builder. Strong support is 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 establishment, even if the others are inferior in individual strength, their numerical advantage is enough to make up for it. The man with the hooked nose and the puppet that Luo Qing obtained was very envious. There were three people who entered the puppet hall together, one of them had already been killed by Luo Qing, and two of the three puppets had already fallen into Luo Qing's hands. If he could Get it, and practice the puppet technique again, even if a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment encounters him, he can only walk around. Now that they have the upper hand, they naturally want to take advantage of the situation to grab the benefits. There are so many foundation-establishing monks from other sects present, so if they want to grab it, they have to do it as soon as possible, otherwise things will change later.

Zhang Lan looked at the situation in front of him with flickering eyes. He obtained the magic weapon of alchemy from the magic weapon hall, but it has not been refined yet, and his strength has not improved much at this time. In his eyes, except for Tao Feng who already has a Nether Wind Ruler, Zong Sheng's strength is about the same as his. In the face of so many enemies, I am afraid that it may not be able to please. Although he had a temporary alliance with Zong Sheng and Tao Feng before, once encountering unpredictable risks, this alliance will become very fragile.

Even Zong Sheng and Tao Feng couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw this situation. Based on the experience of the two of them, they naturally know that Zhang Lan is absolutely unreliable at this time, even if they are each other, they may hesitate in the critical moment of life and death.

Luo Qing's eyes were also full of seriousness at this time. The man with the hooked nose was quite different from the other person she killed before, so that now she also suffered some injuries.

Lu Xiaotian sighed secretly, in this situation, it seems impossible to not take action, but it may not be necessary to show up until the last moment. Once he had an idea, Lu Xiaotian, who was in the crowd, quietly cast the Ice Soul Xuanyin. Bingpo Xuanyin is a spiritual attack, invisible and invisible. When people hear the sound of running water hitting rocks, they will be attacked. Cultivators who are obviously lower than Lu Xiaotian have no power to parry at all. The most important disciple of the ancient sword sect like Hao can only be spared if he has a magic weapon to defend against divine attacks. It's just that the means of spiritual attack are extremely rare, and the magic weapon to defend against spiritual attack is even more scarce.

Although the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building cultivator has considerable strength compared with the Qi-refining cultivator, it is still not enough to unleash a sufficient strength of the divine consciousness attack. Only the extremely powerful Jindan cultivator, who has practiced some powerful secret techniques, can It is possible to master this terrible means. Obviously, among the many foundation-building monks brought by the wide-faced middle-aged man called the third uncle by the hooked-nosed man, the dozen or so fellows in the early foundation-building stage did not have this magic weapon to defend against the attack of spiritual consciousness.

"Small tricks!" The broad-faced middle-aged monk snorted coldly. This kind of low-level spiritual attack did not affect him in the slightest, and he didn't even need to deliberately guard against it. There was a strange fluctuation in the surrounding air, and a large number of wind blades rushed in all directions. Although the number was incomparably large, the wind blades of this intensity, let alone a foundation-building monk, could be resisted even by a late-stage Qi refining monk. . The wind blade formed by this kind of elementary spell can't break through the defensive spirit shield of the foundation cultivator at all.

"Not good!" Originally, the broad-faced middle-aged man thought so, but the development of the matter was completely beyond his expectation. The dozen or so early-stage monks under his command were stunned for a while, not noticing the approach of these wind blades at all. Its performance is not even comparable to the monks in the early stage of Qi refining. The broad-faced middle-aged man quickly waved his hands to hit several ice walls, blocking most of the wind blades from the ice walls.

A large number of wind blades slammed into the ice wall, leaving only a faint white mark, which could not be shaken at all.

It's just that Lu Xiaotian thought of this situation when he shot, so he released a large number of wind blades. With the initial seal formed in his body, and with the support of strong mana, he can already cast this low-level spell instantly. Perhaps cultivating an intermediate-level seal can also allow him to sweep most of the foundation-building monks. However, when he chose to practice magic at the beginning, he was forced into the mine by Qian Dali, and he had no other choice. With the help of various types of spiritual stones in the mine, day after day, year after year of repeated practice, the elementary seal was condensed. If you practice the seal to the middle level. The consumption of spiritual stones, even he can't bear it now, after all, ripening the spiritual grass to refine various spiritual pills for fighting and improving cultivation, the large amount of spiritual stones needed is enough for him to drink a pot. Where does he have so much financial resources to promote Fayin to the mid-term. Moreover, he already has the magic weapon of alchemy in his hand and knows how to make alchemy. Now that he has more choices, he doesn't need to spend a lot of time, energy and financial resources on the path of Dharma cultivation. Not bad, Lu Xiaotian still understands this truth.

It's just that even though it is obviously wrong for this kind of elementary wind blade to appear on this occasion, no matter what kind of move it is, it has its use. This kind of seemingly useless wind blade is used by Lu Xiaotian at this time, but it is like a stroke of magic. If it was a move that was too powerful, it was impossible for the broad-faced middle-aged monk Tu Fang to sit idly by and miss the best opportunity. Now it was too late to make a hasty move.

Although the remaining three mid-stage foundation-establishment monks were not greatly affected, they immediately chose to protect themselves instead of rescuing the low-level Taoist friends around them, and their reactions were similar to those of the broad-faced middle-aged monk Tu Fang. Pretty much the same. Even Tu Fang couldn't fully rescue them, let alone a few of them.

Whizzing……

Several wind blades flashed from the necks of several early stage monks. Several wind blades passed through the waist or head of the initial monk. Tu Fang also rescued three early-stage monks with ice money, but there were twelve other early-stage monks who were unsuspecting, nine of them fell, and the three suffered injuries of varying degrees, temporarily losing their fighting power. With one blow, nine early-stage monks fell on the spot. Such power and influence stunned the hundreds of early-stage monks on the field. The attack method is extremely simple, and because of this, it is even more strange. There are so many people present, many of them are masters, and they have not even been able to detect who is making the attack. Tu Fang looked in Lu Xiaotian's direction with a glance, Lu Xiaotian was hidden among the crowd, oblivious to the crowd, not at all conspicuous.

Those who can kill and injure twelve people so accurately and instantly are all monks in the early stage of foundation establishment, and there are also some strong people in the later stage, but none of them think they can have such a means of elusiveness.

It was the fact that he couldn't even find out who the other party was, which made this person even more terrifying. Tu Fang, a trace of cold sweat oozes from the forehead of the hooked-nosed man. Although they still have a certain advantage in numbers, they may not be able to securely win Luo Qing and the others in a real fight. Not to mention that the opponent also has an unpredictable helper hiding around, who may come out at any time.

After a frightened look flashed across Zhang Lan's face, she didn't hesitate any longer, and chose to stand on the same front with Zong Sheng, Tao Feng and the others, staring at Tu Fang's group. It seems that they just waited for the mysterious person who made the attack just now to show up, and then immediately attacked these people. At the same time, Zhang Lan's peripheral vision never left Zong Sheng and Tao Feng for a moment. Judging from the astonished expressions of the two, it seems that these two people did not know who it was. On the other hand, Luo Qing seemed to have surprise in his eyes, but also a little bit of hesitation, and he didn't seem too sure. It's unbelievable, but it's always an indisputable fact that there are strong support on the side. With this person's means, even ordinary late-stage monks are far from their opponents. As long as Tu Fang, who spoke just now, is stopped from making a move, then this seemingly dangerous fight will not continue to deteriorate.

"Let's go!" After Tu Fang's expression changed for a while, he jumped into the air, and left the place with the man with the hooked nose without stopping, and went to the distance. Everything that appeared in front of him was too strange. First of all, he witnessed the young man with the fire dragon bow and arrow easily kill the monks of the late stage of foundation establishment, and he was not timid at all against everyone. Immediately afterwards, he ran into such a weird and tyrannical opponent. Even though he usually thinks highly of himself, he doesn't have the confidence to stay here any longer.

Lu Xiaotian watched these people leave with cold eyes. Although he was very interested in what puppets were in the puppet hall, after all, the centipede puppets were of no use to him, and he knew how to use puppets himself. Some of the treasures produced by Hunyuan Daozang are quite extraordinary, and many of them are extinct in the world of cultivating immortals. If he could get a powerful puppet, his strength would undoubtedly rise a bit further. Of course, compared with the things in the Kung Fu Hall, Lu Xiaotian didn't want to cause extraneous problems because of a puppet. Maybe he won't be so polite when he meets this group of people after getting the Hunyuan Jing.

After Tu Fang and the man with the hooked nose left, the surrounding atmosphere seemed a little weird. In contrast, only Luo Qing, Tao Feng, Zong Sheng, and Zhang Lan seemed calm, at least on the outside.

An hour later, the Hall of Spirit Talismans collapsed, and Wen Fu, a late-stage cultivator of the Qingdan Palace and an old acquaintance of Lu Xiaotian, vomited blood and flew upside down. When he fell to the ground, he died of exhaustion. And the one who rushed out immediately after was the Nanhuang cultivator who had fought against Lu Xiaotian, Duan Huitian. It's just that Huitian's attire at this time has become a cold black-robed middle-aged man, replacing the obvious attire of a Southern Wilderness cultivator. It's just that his appearance can deceive others, so how can it affect Lu Xiaotian's judgment. Only these two people rushed out of the Hall of Spirit Talismans, and it seemed that the other person must have also fallen. He was able to kill Wen Fu during this period of recovery, and his strength should have improved. However, he originally had a strange black mirror on his body, and Wen Fu's methods were considered ordinary, so it was not a miracle that he died in the hands of Duan Huitian.

"Wen..." Among the many Foundation Establishment cultivators, a young man seemed unable to restrain himself, and almost shouted, but seeing Duan Huitian's sharp eyes, he swallowed the words stiffly. At this time, there were no other powerful monks in Qingdan Palace, so it could be said that they were alone. If this very powerful black-robed man realized that he was Wen Fu's fellow disciple, he might be doomed soon.

After Duan Huitian killed Wen Fu, he didn't intend to continue to leave. Four of the five halls have already been resolved, and only the last Gongfa hall is left. With so many monks present, their faces looked rather disappointed , After all, they can practice to the foundation establishment stage. When they first established the foundation, they chose the exercises that suit them in the sect. It is not realistic to want to start over from scratch. What's more, no matter how powerful the skills are, they can be practiced faster and the fighting skills are more powerful, but in the final analysis, whether a monk is strong or not depends on his own cultivation, the strength of the magic weapon, and the talent for cultivation. . It's not that one can easily sweep away monks of the same rank after possessing an unworldly ancient kung fu and practicing it for decades. In fact, there are not enough spiritual stones, supported by pills, and poor aptitude. If the attributes do not match, no matter how good the skills are, they can only be used to sell some spiritual stones. It's no different from a piece of trash until it's sold.