Become a Fairy

"Of course I can use weapons, but I have already inquired about it, Junior Brother. The monks who enter it are divided into teams by sect. Each sect will have some extremely powerful Qi-refining monks entering it. Although the enemy is powerful, our Lingxiao Palace Naturally, there are those who can match it." Peng Dayong didn't drink much, but said with red eyes, "In two years, I will be thirty, and I may not be able to enter the top fifty of the sect. My aptitude is already Poor, I can't wait for the next martial art competition, no matter how dangerous the Scarlet Forbidden Land is, I might just make a dash for it."

Peng Dayong didn't drink much, but his eyes were still red when he talked about the Scarlet Forbidden Land.

Lu Xiaotian couldn't help being silent for a while, the number of Foundation Establishment Pills has been greatly reduced. The Foundation Establishment monks of each sect cannot directly obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill. There will definitely be a group of blood relatives of the Foundation Establishment expert entering the Scarlet Forbidden Land.

In the mine of Heishuizhai, he had already seen how powerful Hei Jiaojian was. Even though his strength had improved greatly now, facing Hei Jiaojian, he still didn't have the strength to match him head-on. Because Peng Dayong's aptitude is too poor, he chose not to go far. He had to enter the Scarlet Forbidden Land. In order to build the Jidan, he needed to work hard. Why is he not like this.

But when he thought of facing the attack of the magic weapon in the bloody forbidden area, Lu Xiaotian still couldn't help his scalp tingling. This feeling of life and death being controlled by others is very uncomfortable.

Lu Xiaotian also couldn't believe that he entrusted his life to the disciple who possessed the magic weapon in Lingxiao Palace. At critical moments, others would also treat ordinary monks like them as abandoned children without hesitation. He had seen this kind of thing a lot when he was adventuring in the Mochizuki Mountains.

The only way to keep him from being swayed by others and treated as an abandoned child. Even he also has a magic weapon. Lu Xiaotian thought for a while, but magical artifacts are not easy to get, and it is rare to get one in the entire Lingxiao Palace. available. He didn't have this kind of access in Lingxiao Palace to ask someone to refine the spirit stone. If Qian Dali found out, he might be killed soon.

On the contrary, Weng Zhihan mentioned that he refined the blood-transforming gourd for Qian Dali. Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, maybe we still have to start with Weng Zhihan about the magic weapon.

Three days later, Lu Xiaotian collected the seeds of the blood-devouring vine, another main material for refining the demon-binding rope. On a huge spirit eagle, Weng Zhihan blowing the seeping cold wind not only did not have the slightest chill, but was replaced by uncontrollable excitement and excitement. If it was not for the fear of falling on the spirit eagle, Weng Zhihan would have died soon He raised his hands and shouted loudly, thinking that he would never be able to walk out of the mine in Heishuizhai, but he never expected to see the light of day again so soon.

Lu Xiaotian's eyes were slightly closed, he didn't know the way, so weng Zhihan was responsible for controlling the spirit eagle's journey. Three days ago, through the introduction of Peng Dayong, after he left Fangshi, he went directly to Qinglian Peak to sign up. Enter the Scarlet Forbidden Land. Then he hurried back to the Heishuizhai mine. The matter was a bit dramatic. When he left the mine, he was made things difficult by the fat man. As a result, the fat monk rejected him in public. Just when Lu Xiaotian felt troubled, When he was about to go back and think of a solution, he didn't expect the fat monk to talk to him about this matter in private.

Of course, he also spent nearly 200 spirit stones for this, allowing the fat man to reap a fortune. What a hypocrite. In addition, he spent an extra 20 yuan of spirit stones to inquire about Weng Zhihan's entry into the mine through Fatty's relationship. Removed from Xiaogong's disciples.

Probably Weng Zhihan didn't know it at this time, he had already been checked briefly by Lu Xiaotian.

"Mr. Lu, below is the village where the little old man used to live. The little old man has a daughter who has not stepped into the fairyland. They have been separated for more than 20 years. They also want to go down and have a look. In addition, it is nearly two days away from the treasure land. The eagle also needs to rest halfway." Seeing Lu Xiaotian frowned slightly, Weng Zhihan hurriedly said, "As long as Mr. Lu has enough ice silk and the blood-eating vines he collected, using the blood spirit earth fire in the treasure land, you can use it in three days. Within a month, I will refine the magic weapon to bind the demon rope, and the little old man will guarantee with the head of the item that he will never miss Mr. Lu's time."

"It's good that you know it in your heart." Lu Xiaotian nodded after a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.

Weng Zhihan heaved a sigh of relief, and the spirit eagle suddenly descended. Below is the secular country, with hills everywhere, and some pagoda trees scattered here and there. Dozens of thatched huts are scattered on both sides of a small stream. Tian Longqian was in traffic, but still tens of feet away from the ground, the two of them could smell a trace of blood floating over from the ground.

They carried their burdens and fled from Tian Longyin in panic.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Weng Zhihan's tone was a little flustered, the spirit eagle was still more than ten meters away from the ground, and Weng Zhihan jumped down. This height is for a monk in the late stage of Qi refining. , nothing.

"Stop!" Weng Zhihan stopped in front of several farmers and shouted, "What happened in front?"

"You, are you a fairy?" With an elderly man watching Weng Zhihan fall from the sky with fluttering beard and hair, riding a spirit eagle, he knelt down on the ground with several other farmers.

"Please let the immortals be the masters of the little old man. In Huaishu Village, there are two hundred and eight people. Except for the five people in front of you, the women were snatched away by bandits, and the men were all taken away by those god-killing bandits." Harm." The old man and a few escaped old and weak knelt on the ground and cried loudly, in agony.

"What, bandit? Where is the bandit?" Weng Zhihan grabbed the elder from the ground with his eyes tearing open.

"To the east and northeast, about thirty miles away, there is Niu Shou Mountain. The bandits usually bring the captured women and goods back to the mountain." The old man was frightened by Weng Zhihan's appearance, and stammered. .

"Ying'er, I'm here to save you for my father." Weng Zhihan yelled, took out his spirit sword, and shot towards the northeast like a lightning bolt.

"These damn bandits." A icy murderous intent flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. After experiencing several life-and-death trials, he was merciless when dealing with the enemy, but he was very particular about this kind of wanton killing of ordinary people. disgust. Now that they met, he didn't mind getting rid of these bandits. However, Weng Zhihan is already in the late stage of Qi refining, and it is no problem to deal with a group of bandits.

Maybe there are still people alive in the mountain village. With this in mind, Lu Xiaotian flew to the small village on a spirit eagle. The closer to Dahuaishu Village, the stronger the smell of blood.

One kill! Lu Xiaotian saw dozens of dead one after another, all of them cut off the carotid artery with one knife. Blood had already stained the ground red. The body was cold and the victim had been dead for a long time. But seeing the surprised and shocked expression of the deceased frozen on his face, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help frowning. There are more than a dozen corpses in a row at the head of the village. After looking at the whole village, there is no one alive, and the people who start it are clean. While Lu Xiaotian was angry, a ruthless look flashed across his face.

"Not good!" Soon, Lu Xiaotian came to his senses, hurriedly summoned the spirit eagle, and galloped in the direction of Weng Zhihan.