Become a Fairy

"Withdraw!" Amusang couldn't even protect himself at this time, so he couldn't care less about those foundation-establishing juniors.

After yelling, Amusang sacrificed a magic talisman, a layer of green wooden armor appeared out of thin air, and a small transparent sword stuck on it continuously, but it couldn't break through its defense for a while.

"This wooden armor talisman is really powerful." Lu Xiaotian put away the fire flood bow and arrow, the Amusang in front of him is the strongest, and it is difficult to win him by simple means. How could Lu Xiaotian let this Amusang escape.

There are still three Golden Core cultivators, if they use their flying swords to attack and kill Amusang with all their strength, they can do it, but the others may have to escape one or two people.

Lu Xiaotian frowned slightly, retracted the Huo Jiao bow and arrow, and took out the psychic golden whip again. Apart from this psychic artifact that was sacrificed in a special way, there is no other way to see the shadow at noon for the time being. Of course, the tenth-order The monster spirit and the bat king's wing are not included in this list.

The Haoyin Gourd is also possible, but the scope of the impact is not small. There are many foundation-building monks in Lingxiao Palace here. They are not Jindan monks, and it is very easy to cause accidental injuries. The Haoyin Gourd is not his own psychic weapon. Can not achieve the point of micro-control.

Chi----Lu Xiaotian whipped out one whip after another, and the two golden shadows tore through the sky again, drawing a strange arc in the air, and whipped at Amusang who was fleeing the fastest.

Amusang yelled, with a look of fear on his face, this golden whip has far exceeded the scope of the magic weapon of alchemy.

A black ghost emerged from the mace in Amusang's hand, raised its head and roared, and swung its teeth and claws at the psychic golden whip. It's just that the golden whip scattered the phantom without a moment's pause, and directly hit Amusang's green wood spirit armor.

Peng! This whip, which even Lu Xiaotian didn't dare to bear directly, fell directly on Amusang. Amusang screamed, the spiritual power of the wood spirit armor on her body was exhausted, and more than half of the spiritual light faded. The body retreated violently in the air, dragging a long series of afterimages, but the second golden shadow floated strangely, and the dozens of afterimages were collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, passing through the afterimages, and again It fell on Amusang.

This time, Amusang didn't even let out a scream, and his body was beaten into a cloud of blood mist in the air. However, Amusang's strength was far from comparable to that of the black-clothed man before, and Yuanshen took the opportunity to escape in a panic, breaking Going away in the air, the speed is so fast that even Lu Xiaotian has no time to kill it.

Amusang's body was defeated, and the other two middle-stage Golden Cores also persisted to the point of desperation in the sword rain at this time, especially after Amusang's escape, Lu Xiaotian once again sacrificed the golden whip, blasting Amusang's body. The sword rain that was originally used to attack Amusang was distributed to the remaining three Golden Core cultivators.

In addition, this group of people is no longer like when the battle just broke out. At this time, they have no fighting spirit, and their fighting strength is ten to six or seven. The two monks in the middle stage of Golden Core can't hold on first, and dozens of hundreds of swords are broken. After the defense of the two of them, they were cut directly on the two of them, and suddenly they were still two intact bodies. At this time, they were cut into no less than a hundred pieces and scattered from the air.

There is a middle-aged woman left, although she is in the late stage of Jindan, her strength is not bad, but how can she withstand Lu Xiaotian's attack alone, this woman is determined, seeing that there is no hope, her body is like inflated, suddenly The room swelled round, and exploded with a bang, blowing up the dense sword energy around it, and when other sword energy rushed towards it, the soul of the middle-aged woman had already escaped with this effort go.

But those hundreds of foundation-building monks, after being enveloped by Lu Xiaotian's sword array, did not have the means of Jindan monks. At this time, more than half of them were killed or injured, so how could they hold on.

Yuan Min and the others stared blankly at the scene in front of them. Luo Qian was also stunned at first, and he didn't know what happened to his senior brother these years, to have such a supernatural means, even when the ancestor of the Immortal Palace was still in the golden core stage, it was far worse. Luo Qian quietly opened the restriction on the black token, and another ray of powerful Yuanshen distraction also saw this devastating fight.

"Senior brother Lu, wait a moment. My Lingxiao Palace disciples have fought for two hundred years, and the discount is quite a lot. We still need to save some manpower to rebuild the Asgard Palace in the future. Although these Changdi monks are hostile forces, they may as well be used as coolies to rebuild the Asgard Palace in the future. .” Luo Qian hurriedly called Lu Xiaotian to stop. The exterior of the Lingxiao Palace was not damaged, but the spiritual objects and monks were severely damaged. Lu Xiaotian had slaughtered more than half of the hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators who had set up the arrow array, and the remaining one hundred or so people could be of some use.

Killing these foundation-building cultivators is meaningless. Lu Xiaotian was having a hard time dealing with these people. When he heard Luo Qian's voice, he stopped. die!"

Those hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators, look at me, I look at you, surrounded by dense sword energy, even the Golden Core cultivators can't stop it, let alone these Foundation Establishment juniors, plus I saw this silver-haired cultivator with my own eyes just now. How can these people still have the slightest confidence to resist.

Foundation Establishment cultivators also have a lifespan of about 300 years, and if they don't fight right now, there is really no hope at all.

"I'm waiting for my wish!" Soon, more than a hundred foundation-building monks handed over their magical artifacts and storage bags and surrendered.

It also saved a murder. With a wave of Lu Xiaotian's hand, the sword energy lingering around these Foundation Establishment cultivators suddenly dissipated invisible, as if it had never appeared before.

As soon as the battle was over, a black air suddenly emerged from Luo Qian's black token. I saw the black air squirming in the air for a while, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into the image of an old man in black. This old man has white beard and hair, and his face has an imposing manner that is not angry.

"Welcome Patriarch!"

Luo Qian, Luo Kang, the monks of Lingxiao Palace all bowed to salute.

"Welcome Patriarch." Lu Xiaotian bowed his head after being slightly stunned, thinking to himself that Yuanying Patriarch of Lingxiao Palace is like this, but he has never seen it before.

"Where is Lingxiao Palace disciple Lu Xiaotian?" the old man with white beard shouted.

"The disciple is here!" Lu Xiaotian was upset, not knowing what the ancestor meant.

"Palace Master Wei Litian died in battle today. I now decide that Lu Xiaotian will succeed the current Palace Master. Lu Xiaotian will lead the rest of my palace disciples to Tianjian Mountain immediately to guard my lineage in the world of Mochizuki and Immortal Cultivation!"

Lu Xiaotian frowned, asking him to clean up some hostile monks would not refuse, but he didn't like to be burdened by ordinary things, let alone managing a large-scale sect, in this kind of melee in the world of cultivating immortals, especially A lot of business. Lu Xiaotian was about to refuse, but the figure of the white-bearded old man had faded, and he didn't even have a chance to refuse.

That being the case, let's talk about it later when we meet the Yuanying Patriarch of Lingxiao Palace.