"Of course you can use magical weapons, but I have already inquired about it, junior brother. The monks who enter are divided into small teams according to their sects. Each sect will have some extremely powerful Qi refining monks entering it. Although the enemy is powerful, our Lingxiao Palace Of course there are people who can compete with it." Peng Dayong didn't drink much wine, 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 qualifications are already there. Too bad, I can’t wait for the next sect competition. No matter how dangerous the Bloody Forbidden Land is, I have no choice but to break into it.”
Peng Dayong didn't drink much, but his eyes were still red when he talked about the Bloody Forbidden Land.
Lu Xiaotian couldn't help being silent for a while, and the number of Foundation Establishment Pills was greatly reduced. Foundation-building monks from each sect cannot directly obtain Foundation-Building Pills. There will definitely be a group of blood-related children of foundation-building experts entering the Bloody Forbidden Land.
In the Heishui Village Mine, he had already seen the power of Black Jiao Shear. Even though he had greatly improved his strength now, he still did not have the strength to compete head-on with Black Jiao Shear. Because Peng Dayong's qualifications were too poor, he chose Biyuan and had to enter the Bloody Forbidden Land. In order to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill, he had to fight with his life. He is not like this.
But at the thought of facing the attack of magical weapons in the Bloody Forbidden Land, Lu Xiaotian still couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. This feeling of having life and death controlled by others is very uncomfortable.
Lu Xiaotian also couldn't believe that he would place his life on the disciples who owned magical weapons 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 during his adventures in the Moon Moon Mountains.
The only way to prevent him from being swayed by others and being treated as an outcast. Even he also has a magic weapon. Lu Xiaotian thought for a while, but magical weapons are not easy to obtain, and it is difficult to find one in the entire Lingxiao Palace City. Even if there are a large amount of spiritual stones in his enchantment, magical weapons cannot be obtained at certain times if you have money. Bought. He had no way of asking someone to refine the spirit stone in Lingxiao Palace. If Qian Dali found out about it, he would probably be killed soon.
However, Weng Zhihan mentioned that he gave Qian a great gift to refine the Blood Gourd. Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, maybe we have to start with Weng Zhihan regarding 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 spiritual eagle, Weng Zhihan blew the cold wind. Not only was there no chill at all, but instead he was filled with uncontrollable excitement and excitement. If he hadn't been afraid of falling off the spiritual eagle, Weng Zhihan would have been there long ago. He shouted loudly with his hands raised in the air. He thought he would never be able to get out of the Heishui Village Mine, but he didn't expect to see the light of day again so soon.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't know the way, so the control of the Spirit Eagle was left to Weng Zhihan. Three days ago, through Peng Dayong's introduction, after he left Fangshi, he went directly back to Qinglian Peak Domain to register. Enter the bloody forbidden land. Then he hurried back to the Heishui Village Mine. The story was a bit dramatic. When he came out of the mine, he was made things difficult by the fat man. As a result, the fat monk sternly 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 that the fat monk would talk to him about this matter in private.
Of course, he also spent nearly two hundred spirit stones for this, allowing the fat man to make a huge profit. What a hypocritical guy. In addition, he spent twenty more spiritual stones, and through Fatty's relationship, he inquired about the whole story of Weng Zhihan's entry into the mine, and found that someone had indeed manipulated Weng Zhihan into his spiritual life on an unfounded charge. He was removed from the disciples of Xiao Palace.
At this time, Weng Zhihan probably didn't know that he had been briefly checked by Lu Xiaotian.
"Master Lu, below is the village where the little old man once lived. The little old man also has a daughter who has never entered the path of immortality. They have been separated for more than 20 years and want to go down and have a look. In addition, we are still nearly two days away from the treasure place. Ling Ling The eagle also needs to rest during the journey." Seeing Lu Xiaotian frown slightly, Weng Zhihan quickly added, "As long as Mr. Lu has enough ice silk and collected blood-devouring vines, and uses the blood spirit and earth fire in the treasure land, he can be I will refine the magic weapon and the demon-binding rope within a month, and I will use the head on my neck to guarantee that I will never miss Young Master Lu’s time.”
"As long as you have an idea." Lu Xiaotian nodded with a flash of displeasure on his face.
Weng Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief, and the Spirit Eagle suddenly dropped in altitude. Below is a secular country, full of hills and locust trees scattered here and there. Dozens of thatched houses are scattered on both sides of a creek. There was no traffic in Tianlong, but they were still dozens of feet away from the ground, so the two of them smelled a trace of blood floating from the ground.
A few of them fled from Tian Longyin with their baggage on their backs and panicked expressions on their faces.
"What, what's going on?" There was a trace of panic in Weng Zhihan's tone. The spiritual eagle was still more than ten feet away from the ground, so Weng Zhihan jumped down. This height was too high 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 an immortal?" He led an elderly man and watched Weng Zhihan fall from the sky with his beard and hair fluttering, riding a spiritual eagle, and knelt on the ground with several other farmers.
"Please let the immortal make the decision for the little old man and the others. There are 208 people in the entire Huaishu Village. Except for the five people in front of me, the women were snatched away by the bandits, and the men were killed by those damned bandits. Harmful." The old man and a few old and weak people who escaped knelt on the ground and cried loudly, in pain.
"What, the bandit? Where is the bandit?" Weng Zhihan pulled the elderly man up from the ground with his eyes tearing.
"To the east, about thirty miles to the northeast, there is Niushou Mountain. Bandits usually bring captured women and property back to the mountain." The elder was frightened by Weng Zhihan's appearance and stammered. .
"Ying'er, my father is here to save you." Weng Zhihan shouted, took out his spiritual sword and shot it towards the northeast like lightning.
"These damn bandits." Lu Xiaotian's eyes also flashed with cold murderous intent. After experiencing several life and death tests, he showed no mercy when facing the enemy, but he was particularly concerned about this kind of wanton killing of ordinary people. disgust. Now that he has encountered them, he doesn't mind getting rid of this group of bandits. However, Weng Zhihan was already in the advanced stage of Qi refining, so dealing with a group of bandits was no problem.
Maybe there are still people alive in the mountain village. As soon as he thought of this, Lu Xiaotian flew to the small village on the Spirit Eagle. The closer we get to Dahuaishu Village, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.
One knife kills! Lu Xiaotian looked at dozens of deceased people one after another, and all of them had their neck arteries cut off with one knife. Blood has stained the ground red. The body was cold and the victim had been dead for a long time. But seeing the deceased's surprise and shocked expression frozen on his face, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but frown. This was the case for dozens of corpses in a row at the head of the village. After looking at the entire village, there was no one left alive. The person who killed them was clean and tidy. While Lu Xiaotian was angry, a trace of cruelty flashed across his face.
"Not good!" Soon, Lu Xiaotian reacted, hurriedly summoned the spirit eagle, and galloped in the direction of Weng Zhihan.
