Pagoda Immortality

Lu Li stood up, walked to a wooden chair in the corner of the yard and sat down, watching Luo Xiaohe quietly.

Luo Xiaohe also wanted to follow, but seeing that Lu Li had no intention of greeting her, she moved and stopped again. She looked at Lu Li from a distance.

Perhaps because Lu Li rescued her, she felt very kind to this strange big man.

Seeing Luo Xiaohe looking straight at him, Lu Li couldn't help but smile softly, looked away, and began to think about how to settle this little guy.

Some troubles are self-inflicted.

But in this life, people will always encounter some troubles more or less. Now that you have encountered it, solve it as perfectly as possible so that you won't leave any regrets in your heart in the future.

The scene was very quiet.

While Lu Li was waiting with his eyes closed, a thin mist suddenly rose from Luo Xiaohe's body, and Luo Xiaohe screamed, pulling Lu Li's gaze back.

"You actually have spiritual roots?"

Seeing this, Lu Li couldn't help but show a look of surprise, and then he jumped up from the chair, walked over to Luo Xiaohe, and grabbed his wrist.

"Double spiritual roots!"

After this investigation, Lu Li was shocked to find that the quality of this little guy's spiritual roots was not bad. At least, in a place like Dongling Continent, it was not too bad.

Although it is not something that can be held in the palm of a hand, it is by no means the kind of existence that makes people dislike it.

"Uncle, what are twin spiritual roots?"

Luo Xiaohe looked at Lu Li eagerly, his eyes full of curiosity.

Lu Li smiled softly and let go of Luo Xiaohe's wrist: "You don't need to think about this for the time being. You just need to understand that you can practice now."

"Practice? Like uncles and you, can I become a practitioner?" Luo Xiaohe said with his eyes shining.

"Yes, but if you want to be like me, I'm afraid you still have a long way to go." Lu Li shook his head, and suddenly his eyes flashed: "Xiao He, can you do your uncle a favor?"

"Help? I...can."

"certainly."

"Okay, okay. Uncle, tell me, what do you want Xiaohe to do?"

"Well... In this case, you listen to me..."

Lu Li whispered his thoughts in a low voice. Luo Xiaohe listened attentively and asked a few questions from time to time. At the end of the sentence, Lu Li suddenly formed a spell, and a dusty soul mark flew into Luo Xiaohe's mind.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Xiaohe screamed and fainted on the ground.

Lu Li checked and confirmed that Luo Xiaohe's life was not in danger, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then hit Luo Xiaohe with another green spell between his eyebrows to wake him up.

Luo Xiaohe looked confused: "I, what's wrong with me? I feel like my head hurts."

Lu Li secretly apologized and said with a smile, "It's okay. I just want you to be able to practice normally in the future. It will be fine after a while. Let's go."

After saying that, he reached out and took Luo Xiaohe, and disappeared from the place in a flash.

The next moment, the south exit of the city, hundreds of miles away, slowly left Wuwang City.

Arriving outside the city, Lu Li once again protected Luo Xiaohe and flew hundreds of miles forward with a flicker of his eye. Finally, he placed Luo Xiaohe in a hidden cave and continued flying south alone.

About half an hour later.

Lu Li suddenly paused and stopped in mid-air.

In the distant sky, various rays of light flashed from time to time, and you could faintly feel the vibrations in the surrounding air. It looked like someone was fighting in front.

Lu Li hesitated for a moment, then changed direction and flew toward a solitary peak that jutted straight into the sky to the left.

The further forward, the louder the roaring sound becomes, and the misty glow that flickers from time to time gradually becomes clearer.

Lu Li accelerated and rushed to the top of the solitary peak. He stood on the edge of a large black stone and used his pupil technique to look in the direction of the glow.

With this look, the distant scenery was instantly visible.

No surprise, the two parties fighting were the woman in the white dress and the two old monks.

At this time, the battle has come to an end. All three of them had weak auras and seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, but in general, the two elders from Putuo Temple had the upper hand.

The woman is trapped in the center by a circle of golden beads.

As the Buddha beads slowly rotated, golden palm prints flew out from it, attacking the woman in the middle in a steady stream.

The woman in the white dress was protected by the aqua blue Yuangang, and at the same time she was dancing wildly with her sword. Countless icy sword energy crisscrossed around her, wrapping herself into a huge sword energy ball.

All the flying golden palm prints were crushed into pieces.

Outside the beads, the nine elders of Putuo Temple stood with their palms in the air, golden light blooming from their bodies, chanting scriptures, trying their best to maintain the beads, and fighting for the true essence with the woman in the white dress.

At this time, the Eighth Elder, who was fighting with a blue dragon and lion in the distance, suddenly showed off his power and slapped the dragon and lion into pieces with one palm. Then he shouted: "If you don't restrain your hands yet, wait until later!"

As he spoke, he held up his left hand, formed a mudra with his right hand and pressed down like lightning: "One Buddha sinks into the abyss!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant golden Buddha statue suddenly appeared above the woman's head.

The Buddha statue suddenly fell down, directly bringing darkness out of the surrounding space. It was like a golden meteor falling into the earth in the night sky, crushing towards the woman.

"Two against one, shameless!"

The woman was shocked and angry, her body sank suddenly, the sword in her hand came out, turned into a snow-colored dragon, reversed upwards, and hit the bottom of the Buddha statue.

At the same time, the jade hand rippled several times with extreme flexibility, and the body turned gracefully, instantly turning into a ball of mist.

The next moment, there was a loud bang from the sky, and the snow dragon flashed for a moment, let out a whine, and then exploded with a snap.

The Buddha statue continued to fall down, straight through the remaining sword energy, and smashed into the ground with a bang, blasting a huge deep pit of two or three miles below.

However, the two elders of Putuo Temple did not show any joy, but instead had gloomy faces.

"Where are you going!"

Suddenly, the eighth elder raised his eyelids and shot towards the northeast. Seeing this, the ninth elder also had a gloomy expression and turned into a stream of light to follow.

In a breath, the two of them went to a jungle thousands of miles away one after the other.

But when they rushed into the jungle and took a look, their faces suddenly turned pale. They saw that there was a small water-blue sword standing quietly in the jungle.

The light on the small sword flickered, and it looked like it was breathing.

The Eighth Elder paused for a moment, then threw the Buddhist beads in his hand towards the small sword. The small sword was extremely intelligent and tried to escape again.

But at this moment, the Ninth Elder next to him suddenly flicked his finger, and a golden light broke through the air, and with a "bang!", the small sword was smashed back into the range of the Buddhist beads.

The Buddhist beads were suddenly retracted and tied tightly to the hilt, causing the water-blue small sword to hiss.

Seeing this, the Ninth Elder's face darkened, and he shouted coldly, "Still not honest!" Then he opened his mouth and spit out a golden Zen stick, which hit the sword body with a swish.

Unexpectedly, the small sword suddenly flashed with a flash of light, and the originally solid sword body instantly became illusory, causing the Zen stick to pierce into the air.