Become a Fairy

Under such circumstances, Lu Xiaotian's role in Lingxiao Palace became even more important. Cultivator Nascent Soul is the pillar of a sect, and Lingxiao Palace had already suffered heavy losses in the previous melee in the world of cultivating immortals. There are only seventeen people at full strength, and this still includes Luo Qian, who is no longer able to participate in the battle normally.

The original situation of two pillars supporting the sky has become Chen Henian's sole maintenance. For the current battle with the ghost clan, the situation of Lingxiao Palace is undoubtedly extremely difficult. Fortunately, in the previous battle, Lingxiao Palace got enough benefits, and the two baby-forming pills that it had bet with Jiebing Patriarch had also been purchased, allowing Chen Henian to breathe a little bit of breath.

Relatively speaking, Lu Xiaotian is comparable to a half Nascent Soul cultivator. Although his strength is far from that of the real Nascent Soul Patriarch, it is rare to meet an opponent below the Nascent Soul. When Yuanying-level ghost cultivators are dispatched, in most cases, the ancestors of each faction go to deal with it, but Jindan-level ghost cultivators, that is, those ghost commanders, basically have to be resolved by each faction themselves.

There are only more than a dozen Jindan monks in Lingxiao Palace who can really go to the battlefield. It is inevitable that they will be a little frightened when they defend one place alone. better.

With the help of those Nascent Soul monks, Lu Xiaotian got almost everything at this time, the Xueyin Creation Crystal, and the rewarded two Infant Formation Pills. In addition, Wan Beast Sect also has a copy of the blood essence of the tenth-level demon eagle and a Kongming sword stone, which will be delivered today, otherwise Lu Xiaotian would not have the time to climb the city wall to see the scenery here.

At present, the direction of Wangyue City is filled with ghostly aura. The Yuanying Patriarchs of each faction set up a thunder and ghost killing formation, and dozens of towering formation flags are lined up around Wangyue City, suppressing the ghostly aura rolling in from the Wangyue Mountains. The gas will not get out of control.

As long as the people in the world of cultivating immortals gradually clean up the escaped ghosts, force them back to the ghost cave, and then seal the ghost cave, the crisis will naturally be resolved. Once the ghost race spreads completely, not only Mochizuki's Immortal Cultivation Realm, but also Qingyu Continent, which has already weakened its vitality, will be a catastrophe.

It will take more than a year for the Xuanying Soul Sealing Formation to be completed, and there is only a little finishing work left, which can be successfully completed with a sub-primordial spirit.

In short, everything is ready now, only the east wind is owed. Of course, especially for Lu Xiaotian, it's okay to come out earlier to greet the tenth-order demon eagle blood essence sent by Wanshouzong, as well as the Kongming Sword Stone.

"Palace Master, Uncle Luo asked me to bring something here." A moment later, Miao Ruolin rushed over and handed Lu Xiaotian a storage bag.

Miao Ruolin and her group were originally just casual cultivators, but because of Lu Xiaotian's relationship, they entered Lingxiao Palace directly a month ago. Originally, she was escorting a group of injured disciples back to the palace gate, but now she came here just in time to pick up Luo Qian's things.

Lu Xiaotian opened the storage bag and saw that it was the ninth-level bull-headed giant puppet.

"Uncle Luo said that the ancestor has returned to the mountain and will not leave Lingxiao Palace for the time being. It is useless for him to keep this puppet in his hands, so let the junior bring it here to strengthen the momentum of Lingxiao Palace." Miao Ruolin told Luo Qian The original words brought.

"That's all." Lu Xiaotian nodded. For Luo Qian, who has no desires and desires now, guarding Siqingya is all he has for the rest of his life. This ninth-level puppet, which is extremely precious in the eyes of ordinary people, is for Luo Qian. It's just a dead thing, not attractive at all.

Moreover, ever since the ghost race invaded, Lu Xiaotian exchanged the eighth-order war tiger puppet for the silver leaves of Buddha Tong in Miao Ruolin's hands. crouching circle. In normal times, Lu Xiaotian doesn't really need it.

It's just that this thing is of great use to the ghost clan. Although Lu Xiaotian himself has a better Buddha Tong silver leaf, he has not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage, so he cannot refine the silver gang into the silver leaf and the like.

As for these paulownia silver leaves, in the hands of Miao Ruolin and others, they can only be used for ordinary evil spirits, and there is no way to exert their true power. Miao Ruolin privately wondered if Lu Xiaotian's brain was burning out after giving away the spirit stone to drive the eighth-order puppet.

I have seen Lu Xiaotian's ability a long time ago, and it would be a lot less to lose this puppet. Besides, there is still a ninth-level puppet, Miao Ruolin is naturally very willing.

Miao Ruolin was given the eighth-level war tiger puppet, but she really lacked a spare puppet.

Lu Xiaotian took over the puppet, and suddenly, in the west of Baihe City, ghost clouds rolled up, covering the sky and covering the sun. From a distance, it seemed that a large number of ghost clans descended from the sky.

A flash of spiritual light flew from far away, and Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand. It was the magic talisman of the Myriad Beast Sect, and a woman's voice sounded inside, "Palace Master Lu, I am Xiao Qingyu from the Myriad Beast Sect. The palace lord came to get what he needed, but was stopped by ghosts on the way, unable to escape, so please ask Palace lord Lu to come and rescue him!"

Xiao Qingyu's voice in the sound transmission talisman seemed very hasty, Lu Xiaotian frowned, this Xiao Qingyu was the one who gave away the blood of the tenth-order demon eagle, if he fell into the ghost clan formation, wouldn't the things he needed be in vain? Since Xiao Qingyu still has the time to ask for help, there must be no strong person in the Ghost King Realm. Among the spiritual objects sent by the other party was the Kongming Sword Stone, and Lu Xiaotian was only a little short of refining the Piaomiao Sword Formation. Nature cannot be lost.

"Senior Brother Lei will temporarily preside over the affairs of Baihe City, and I will return as soon as I go." After saying that, Lu Xiaotian flew away, stepping on the Piaomiao Flying Sword, and flew away through the air.

Lei Wantian has long been accustomed to Lu Xiaotian's swift action. The Northeast of Baihe City and Wangyue City's Yuanying Patriarchs sit in town. Lu Xiaotian is heading west all the way. For the time being, he is not afraid of the invasion of ordinary ghosts. The ghost clan is not in his eyes either.

In the distance, there was a muffled sound of rolling thunder, and a white Pegasus galloped back and forth among dozens of Jindan-level ghost cultivators. The silver armored woman also had dozens of flying cavalry, and more than forty disciples of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect including Xiao Qingyu, fighting with the ghost clan.

"Quack, Thundering Pegasus, this kind of strange thing that only exists in rumors, it's really lucky for me to come across it."

Above the head, amidst the black clouds, there was a huge, skinny tiger head about ten feet long, and the black clothes underneath were empty, with only a few wisps of emerald green phosphorous fire. Sinking, showing the color of dead gray. The tone is extremely arrogant, it is Huyou among the ghost clan.

At this time, twelve tiger-headed ghosts similar to this tiger-headed ghost, but slightly smaller in size, formed a ring around the woman in silver armor. Surrounded by Jindan-level ghost cultivators, it seems that they can't fully exert themselves.

Herod Treading Thunder Flying Ma Lu Hong kicked forward, and the single horn in front of his forehead danced with purple lightning, turning into a purple thunder ball and hitting the tiger-headed ghost in front.

The ghost with the tiger's head was hit by the purple lightning, and screamed shrilly, the empty black robe under its head exploded, revealing the green scales under the tiger's head, nothing else.

The green scale was blasted by lightning and splashed everywhere. Give off a foul smell.

The silver armored woman's eyes were full of evil spirits, and the silver spear in her hand rolled like a dragon, nailing the ghost with the tiger's head struck by lightning to death in mid-air with one shot. Numerous bone residues and phosphorous fire scattered in all directions.