Ancient ruins, in the courtyard inside the river bank of the bridge.
A middle-aged man with a stooped body was half lying among the grass and trees. Purple-green pus and blood oozed from his face and the skin all over his body.
"Ahem... Lu Changan, please be merciful and merciful!"
Master Tan pretended to be calm, but he couldn't help coughing up blood and looked extremely weak.
"Since you have obtained the opportunity in the ruins, why do you have to create complications and have to fight Tan to the death?"
Master Tan's eyes were closed tightly, and purple-red poisonous blood oozed from the gaps in his eyelids. One can't help but suspect that his eyes have lost their brightness due to the poison.
It is unimaginable that the previously arrogant and domineering master would end up in such a state.
"Why fight? You look like you're going to die. We'll fight Lu's puppet first."
Lu Changan stood dozens of feet away from the other courtyard, controlling three or four puppets at the same time, and steadily advanced into the other courtyard.
These four puppets all start at the top level of the second level and reach the top level of the second level.
Among them, there is a heavy armored puppet and a flying puppet.
There are two more bow puppets in the back row.
This kind of lineup can already compete with the fake Dan Zhenren who are in perfect condition.
"You...how can you control so many puppets at the same time?"
Master Tan turned pale with horror, and felt unprecedented despair in his heart.
Only a quasi-third-level puppet master can control so many second-level and above high-quality puppets at the same time, achieving orderly division of labor and flexible performance.
Lu Changan's puppetry skills have not actually reached the third level, and are still a little behind, mainly because there are not enough opportunities to practice.
However, his spiritual consciousness is powerful, at least at the fake elixir level, and his puppet control skills have reached a quasi-third level.
Under the attack of the four puppets, Master Tan was in a hurry. He used the best magic weapon and some talismans to barely parry.
"You are so weak that you can't even control magic weapons."
Lu Changan thought to himself.
Tan Zhenren's strength has completely fallen below that of Fake Dan Zhenren, and activating his magic power will further aggravate the poisonous explosion in his body.
If it weren't for a few quasi-third-level talismans, including a talisman, they would have been pushed aside by the puppet.
Lu Changan did not dare to take it lightly, kept his distance, and used puppets to fight in the front line.
"Lu! Chang! An!"
At the last moment, Master Tan spit out a mouthful of poisonous blood, and his face turned rosy.
He opened his bloody purple-black pupils, emitting powerful spiritual pressure at the fake elixir level, almost returning to his full strength.
"The secret technique of squeezing life?" Lu Changan's expression changed slightly, he took out a turtle puppet with defense power comparable to that of a quasi-third level, and blocked it in front of him.
boom! Pengpeng!
Master Tan once again controlled the magic ruler, and burned out the remaining talismans and talismans in one go, instantly destroying the three leading puppets.
Seeing this, Lu Changan decisively controlled the remaining flying puppet and exploded in front of him. The fierce fragments of fire covered Zhenren Tan's figure.
Wow!
Master Tan vomited blood again, the poison in his body exploded, his momentum dropped a bit, and he killed Lu Changan with a gnawing gaze.
Even if they can't die together, he will kill Lu Changan as much as possible and severely damage the opponent's foundation.
"The end of the powerful crossbow."
Lu Changan's face was calm, and he took out a treasure talisman with icy frost patterns in his palm and activated it with magic power.
hiss!
Tan Zhenren, who rushed towards him like crazy, felt a chill to his bones.
call! boom--
In an instant, a huge blue cold wave, like a rotating waterfall, swallowed up everything in his field of vision.
Master Tan roared angrily, his flying movements gradually solidified, and his whole body was covered with a layer of frost.
The magic ruler with dim light was condensed with a layer of blue ice. It was still several feet away from Lu Changan and staggered down from mid-air.
There was a crisp "pop" sound.
"Lu Changan... you are such a shy turtle..."
Master Tan's body was frozen, and his spiritual consciousness transmitted his voice. He made his last voice, which revealed extreme frustration and unwillingness.
Until his death, he did not even touch the corners of Lu Changan's clothes.
Click!
The frozen corpse of a real person fell to the ground, like broken porcelain.
…
In front of the Hexagonal Palace Building.
Shi Manrong couldn't help but shudder and looked towards the bridge bank.
"Lu Changan..."
At this time, she felt a real elixir-level mana fluctuation, which was extremely frightening and made her heart skip a beat.
Limited by the distance of her spiritual consciousness, she could not see the fighting in the distance very clearly.
After a while.
The familiar young figure flew back slowly and quickly.
"Friend Lu Dao, is everything going well?"
Shi Manrong breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lu Changan who was unharmed.
"solved!"
Lu Changan smiled happily and said happily:
"Fortunately, Master Tan was seriously injured by the poison, so he could only unleash a one-two punch attack. Otherwise, a third-level low-grade talisman might not be able to take his life."
Not long ago, Lu Changan used an ice magic talisman that had been cultivated for decades.
That talisman was made from the earliest batch of second-grade high-grade spiritual wood. Its spirituality and power exceeded the limits of the material and was comparable to the third-order low-grade talisman.
The art of treasure talismans, using talismans to store treasures, is almost lost in the talisman industry.
Lu Changan inherited the heritage from his previous life and started plotting from the moment he entered the foundation building stage.
Coupled with the characteristics of evergreen magic power and decades of unremitting daily cultivation, it is now quite effective.
The only regret about killing Tan Zhenren was that due to the fierce fighting, the storage bag on his body exploded and most of the items were destroyed.
Fortunately, the most valuable Wu Chi magic weapon was only slightly damaged.
In addition, there is a top-grade defensive weapon and several quasi-third-level ore materials, which are relatively intact.
Unlike Master Hu, who was killed by Lu Changan with a single blow before, the loot in the storage bag was intact.
Lu Changan thought to himself: It is better to be the sixth person, as the losses in the battle will be minimal and the profits will be higher.
…
"Ugh...it's so cold!"
As if affected by the cold spell, the pale-faced girl Wei gradually woke up.
"Senior Lu, did you save me?"
Miss Wei endured the pain and soon discovered that she was restrained, and said with a forced smile.
To her horror, except for Lu Changan and Shi Xianzi, there were no other monks here.
The cold wave in the distance and its residual power made Miss Wei frightened.
"Master Tan..."
"There are only three of us left in the ancient ruins now."
Lu Changan's answer confirmed Miss Wei's guess.
If other foundation-building monks could do this, she would be shocked.
But for the mysterious existence that Master once mentioned, Miss Wei accepted it logically.
"Senior Lu, let me live. What are your instructions?"
Miss Wei said respectfully.
"Lu has something to ask you."
Lu Changan was satisfied with her knowledge and did not need to spend a lot of time.
"Senior Lu, please ask me. My little girl knows everything and will answer it."
Miss Wei did not bargain.
"Except for a few of you, is there any news about this ancient ruins?"
This is not only an issue that Lu Changan is concerned about, but Fairy Shi takes it even more seriously.
Because there are still some unexplored areas in the ruins, and many of the remaining formation restrictions are a great reference and inspiration for Shi Manrong.
"In general, the news has not been leaked, but the little girl is not 100% sure."
Miss Wei paused and began to state the reason.
According to her description, Master Tan was a traitor from the Lihuo Palace. He was wanted by the sect and had to pay a high price, including the third-level talisman to save his life, before he fled to the Black Mist Mountains.
In anger, Master Tan prepared to join the Demon Cult. After many twists and turns, he contacted Miss Wei.
As one of Liang Shaotian's direct disciples, Miss Wei had done a great job in introducing a powerful sect master to the Demon Sect.
On the way, the two discovered Hu Zhenren and two foundation-building monks.
The ancient ruins were accidentally broken by two foundation builders while they were chasing and escaping, alarming Hu Zhenren, who was setting up an array to hunt monsters around them.
The tall-nosed young man at the peak of foundation building was the law enforcement monk of Liuyun Sect in the northern border of Liang Kingdom.
It happened that Master Tan and Master Hu had known each other before. After discovering the ruins, they immediately controlled the foundation-building monks present and sealed off the scene.
During this period, the two real monks did not allow other monks to leave and eliminated all means of contact with the outside world.
"When I first discovered this ruins, the little girl didn't pay much attention, thinking it was a chance left by a certain third-level formation master or the true elixir force. I didn't expect that this ruins would be so difficult to conquer, and it seemed that it had been explored by predecessors. …”
Miss Wei explained the causes and consequences one by one.
Lu Changan and Shi Xianzi looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.
The exposure of ancient ruins is only a matter of time.
Although the two real people have prevented the transmission of information, there are many people involved in this matter, and their backgrounds are not small.
Tan Zhenren and Gao Biqiang, who are at the peak of their foundation building, come from the first and second immortal cultivating sects in the Liang Kingdom.
Miss Wei is from the Demon Cult and is Liang Shaotian's direct disciple.
In addition to human monks, this place is located inside the Black Mist Mountains, and there are many monsters around it.
Several waves of human monks have come here, and they have fought before, which may have attracted the attention of a few intelligent monsters.
"By the way, the little girl has left a 'soul lamp' with sensing direction in the demon sect's altar. If I die, my master or senior brother can lock a general area."
"The little girl's words are not a threat to the senior. But if this happens, the master will definitely send someone to investigate, and the situation of this ruins will also be exposed."
Miss Wei said cautiously.
There was no emotion or anger on Lu Changan's face, and he said, "I hope you will cooperate well and I will leave you a way to survive."
"Thank you, senior, for your kindness. No matter how you deal with it, the little girl will obey the arrangements."
Miss Wei bowed her head.
A flash of surprise flashed in Shi Manrong's eyes. As the female disciple of the evil leader Liang Shaotian, this girl Wei had a cold and arrogant temperament when they first met her. Why now she has no arrogance at all.
Call Senior Lu Changan directly and be obedient.
"Xianzi Shi and I got an opportunity in the ruins, and we don't want outsiders to know more specific information. You let go of the sea of consciousness and let Lu erase the memory of recent days."
Lu Changan said without any doubt.
If the target actively cooperates, it will not be difficult to accurately erase a recent memory of the foundation-building monk with fake elixir-level consciousness.
"Senior Lu, please take action."
Miss Wei closed her eyes without hesitation.
Lu Changan stretched out his index finger, touched Miss Wei's forehead, and used the secret sea of consciousness technique from his previous life.
It is easier to erase memories than to restore them, especially recent memories, which are at a shallow level.
If it is a relatively distant memory, many of it is sunk deep in the sea of consciousness, and it is more than ten times more difficult to erase it accurately.
Unless it is violent erasure, severely damaging the sea of consciousness and turning the target into an idiot.
After a moment, Lu Changan retracted his finger, his consciousness was consumed a lot.
Miss Wei's forehead was dripping with sweat and her skirt was almost soaked. During this period, she fainted.
"For Liang Shaotian's sake, Lu will spare your life."
Lu Changan stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.
"I...here is..."
Miss Wei was stunned for a moment and looked around.
At this time, she only vaguely remembered her encounter with Lu Changan outside the ancient ruins two or three months ago.
Afterwards, everyone entered the ruins together and what happened, their minds went blank.
Lu Changan's abilities could only limit the range of memories that could be accurately erased. Many of the more distant memories are deposited in the depths of the sea of consciousness.
Anyway, the ancient ruins will be exposed sooner or later, as long as Miss Wei is not allowed to return to the Demon Cult too early.
Lu Changan was too lazy to explain and gave Shi Xianzi a wink.
…
Seven days later.
Under the leadership of Shi Xianzi, the three of them returned to the passageway from the ancient ruins back to the ground.
Lu Changan stood at the entrance of the passage, while Shi Xianzi and Miss Wei stood on the other side of the ruins.
Miss Wei's injury was serious and she would not be able to recover for more than a year and a half. Now, Master Shixianzi has planted a restriction on her body to help her in the ruins.
"Fairy Master, although there are still some opportunities here, we should not stay too long."
Lu Changan warned.
It turned out that in order to become a third-level formation mage as soon as possible, Shi Xianzi planned to stay in the ancient ruins for another two months to study the formation restrictions here.
The formation inheritance jade tube that Fairy Master obtained in the treasure house space is the same inheritance as many of the formation prohibitions in this ruins.
It was a top-level third-level, even quasi-fourth-level formation inheritance.
Shi Xianzi was very satisfied with the inheritance of this formation and even made a copy for Lu Changan.
This level of formation inheritance is the first time Lu Changan has obtained in his third generation, which is considered extremely precious.
A few days ago.
Lu Changan and Shi Manrong tried to find other tokens in the explored area, but failed.
Master Hu's token was swallowed up by the ancient remnants of the formation, or was recovered by Chedi, but it was also not found.
To prevent long nights and endless dreams, Lu Changan decided to leave the ruins as soon as possible.
In Liang Guo, Guan Jiedan was preparing, and he had one last thing left in his plan.
Find Zhang Tieshan to trade the secret method of transforming elixirs.
Before heading to the ancient ruins, Lu Changan was mentally prepared for failure.
The secret method of converting elixirs is an important record. If the "elixir-forming and liquid-returning" process can be repeated repeatedly, the quality of the elixirs can theoretically be improved to a very high limit.
After finishing this matter, Lu Changan can start preparations and leave the Liang Kingdom's immortal world that is engulfed in war.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Lu. When I become a third-level formation master, and with my understanding of this ruins, even if the True Pill cultivator comes in person, there will be nothing I can do."
Shi Manrong said with a smile, strong confidence in his tone.
"Master Fairy, please take care, Lu will leave first."
Lu Changan smiled warmly, and finally bowed solemnly, turning around and entering the passage back to the ground.
"Friend Lu, please be careful on the road."
Shi Manrong felt strange and bowed in return.
Because they were so familiar with each other, the farewells between the two rarely had such a formal etiquette.
What's more, Shi Manrong can return to Wuqi Mountain in a few months at most.
Watching Lu Changan leave alone.
Shi Manrong Emei frowned slightly, her face was full of thought, and she had an indescribable premonition in her heart.
Although she was vaguely aware of it, she couldn't predict it at all:
This farewell is a sea of change.
(End of chapter)
