Become a Fairy

In short, these words cannot be fully believed, but the reason why the rumors can be spread must have a certain basis. Lu Xiaotian's so-called Yinfenggu's eyes turned dark, and as for what the primordial spirit in the Forbidden Soul Orb said, he couldn't believe it all. You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others. Lu Xiaotian would not simply choose to trust a stranger.

To sum up the words of the middle-aged man, it is probably that the monks in the Qi refining period have no strength to go in at all. We can only guess based on some rumors. The situation where ghosts and ghosts came out chasing the Foundation Establishment cultivators to fight. There are some ghosts Lu Xiaotian has heard of, no matter what, he finally has a preliminary understanding of this Valley of Shadows, although it is still very one-sided, but it doesn't matter.

"Ex, senior, that's all this junior knows. I wonder if senior has anything else to ask?" The middle-aged man realized at this moment that what he just said seemed a bit out of bounds, and he realized it after he finished speaking. At this time, he was worried that Lu Xiaotian would be angry, so he asked carefully.

"Do you know if there are any large families, sects, or forces around Yinfeng Valley? Have there been any large-scale actions recently?" Lu Xiaotian asked again.

"It's simple. Within a thousand miles of Yinfeng Valley, there are no immortal sects that have been passed down for thousands of years, but there are also a few powerful sects. I heard that there are Heihuzhai, Zhujialing, and Anshamen. Many foundation-building seniors, as for the rumored Jindan Patriarch, I have never heard of it, even if there is, the seniors know it, but as a junior, I don’t know much about it." The middle-aged man smiled and said, " Two years ago, there was a joint operation between Heihuzhai and Anchamen, but they heard that they were attacked by ghost corpses inside and suffered heavy losses, so they had to retreat. Occasionally, some monks from other places came here, but most of them were gloomy. Yes, it's not as refreshing as senior."

Facing the blatant flattery of the middle-aged man, Lu Xiaotian smiled when he heard the words, he was able to come to a place like Yinfeng Valley, either by practicing some extremely cold kung fu, or by taking the path of ghost cultivation, his breath is naturally extremely cold. Lu Xiaotian suddenly realized that this appearance may not be suitable for entering Yinfeng Valley, and it seems that he has to change another outfit.

Having learned the previous lessons, this time the middle-aged man is a lot more honest, he is no longer as eloquent as before, and he keeps silent even if Lu Xiaotian doesn't ask, lest his words will be wrong and bring disaster for nothing.

"Okay, I just wanted to ask you a question. What you said is useful, and the contents here are for you." Lu Xiaotian threw a few small jade boxes to the middle-aged man.

When the middle-aged man came back to his senses, Lu Xiaotian had already pierced the sky with his sword, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The middle-aged man opened a jade box and looked at it, and his expression changed suddenly. It turned out to be used to refine the foundation pill It is an extremely important adjuvant, its importance is second only to purple ginseng, and it is extremely rare for monks in the Qi refining period. There are two other types that are slightly more common, but they are worth tens of low-grade spirit stones together. In the past, he was exhausted and had to bear a lot of risks, and he had never gained such a big reward when he formed a team to fight with the wild beasts. He did not expect that this time, he would have such a rich harvest just by talking a few words. I really met a nobleman, the middle-aged man Zhou Daxiong was secretly grateful, but soon put a few jade boxes into the storage bag vigilantly, his eyes darted around and searched around, and found that no other monks were there. After that, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm really thankful. I didn't expect that I, Zhou Daxiong, would also start to get lucky and meet a nobleman." After putting away the things, Zhou Daxiong clasped his hands together with a look of rejoicing.

"Big Xiong, was that immortal head very powerful just now? You are also a cultivator, and the other party doesn't look very old, but you seem to be very respectful to him." After Lu Xiaotian left, the old man came forward and asked.

"It's more than powerful. I don't know how many people like me can be killed with a slap. He is a master of building foundations. His lifespan will be two to three hundred years. My son, I can only look up to him. In this life, if our Zhou family can produce a building Cultivator Ji, even the former emperor, can only see the face of our Zhou family." Zhou Daxiong said angrily upon hearing this.

"So powerful?" The old man and the delivery men just now were taken aback. The emperor was already a huge figure in their eyes. They didn't expect that in front of such a fairy, he was just a small character who could see his face. But think about it. That's right, this kind of cultivator who can fly into the sky and escape from the ground seems to be much more at ease than the emperor who is an ordinary person. It's just that these people still don't understand the blood and cruelty in the world of cultivating immortals.

In a huge valley, there are jagged rocks and towering trees covering the sun above the head. From time to time, there are a few penetrating wolves howling, and the thin smoke on the ground makes the place look even more crowded. A bit of a gloomy atmosphere.

Pfft. A stern young man with a thin complexion wearing a black cloak popped out a burst of energy from his fingers.

A small green worm that jumped up from the cracks in the stone was hit right by the energy. A few drops of green body fluid ooze from the worm, and with a squeaking sound, it burrowed into the ground again.

The stern young man snorted and continued to walk forward cautiously. This stern young man in a black cloak is naturally Lu Xiaotian. As early as seven days ago, after he separated from the rude middle-aged man Zhou Daxiong, he came to the outskirts of Yinfeng Valley not long after, and took several nearby The local snake forces have inquired about it, and it is roughly similar to what Zhou Daxiong said that day. There are no great sects in this area, but one side raises one side, and so do cultivators. They will choose an environment that is beneficial to them. Those who can come to this Yinfeng Valley all year round have indeed practiced some cold and evil skills. Or it could simply be a ghost cultivator, Lu Xiaotian sneaked carefully all the way, had already encountered several waves, and avoided them all. When possible, he would try his best to avoid conflicts with the other party. After all, there are only some small forces entrenched here, but after all, there are many people on the other side, and it will be more troublesome to provoke. Moreover, I saw several waves of people fighting each other twice, which was bloody and cruel.

In addition to these monks, he also encountered ghosts with good strength a few times, and Lu Xiaotian tried to avoid them as much as possible. Fortunately, his breath-holding method can try his best to gather the breath on his body, otherwise if he changed to a normal monk, his breath would leak. Even if those ghost cultivators don't come to make trouble, the monsters around Yinfeng Valley will also come here after hearing about it. Those who are not monks of this way and are not good at concealing their breath will find it difficult to move an inch in this kind of place.