Weng Zhihan said in a low voice, "At first I just wanted to use the spiritual things in you to help me refine a demon-binding rope. Then I personally went to get the Foundation Establishment Pill back. But in order to further understand your strength, I got it in advance. Return to Jidan, so I decided to take you to Niushou Mountain."
"Foundation Establishment Pill? How could you, an ordinary Qi Refining monk, have a Foundation Establishment Pill!" Lu Xiaotian said with a look of shock and disbelief.
"Is it impossible? In fact, you know that the grudge between me and Qian Dali is just the tip of the iceberg. The Foundation Establishment Pill I got in this underground palace was not one, but two!" Weng Zhihan exclaimed and raised his hand from his back. He took out the larger inkstone from the package and reached out to squeeze it. The inkstone made of bluestone was crushed, revealing a small cloth bag inside. Weng Zhihan opened the cloth bag, and inside was a pill bottle, exuding a powerful pill scent. This ordinary pill bottle could not isolate the breath of the Foundation Establishment Pill.
The corner of Lu Xiaotian's eyes was slightly surprised. The shabby-looking linen cloth was quite extraordinary. It could isolate the spiritual power of the elixir so completely, making people think that the inkstone was just an ordinary object. What a clever design.
"I was attacked by Qian Dali and was seriously injured. I knew that if I had this Foundation Establishment Pill with me, it would definitely be taken away by Qian Dali. So I wrapped it up and placed it somewhere else. Then I escaped back to Lingxiao Palace. Because If Qian Dali catches me on the way, and he fails to find the elixir on my body, he will definitely not kill me, and he can save his life."
Speaking of this arrangement, Weng Zhihan's bald head shook proudly. Then he said bitterly, "Who knew that old man Qian Dali was so close to immortality that he was able to successfully build the foundation at such an old age, and even trapped me in the Heishui Village mine and never saw the light of day. If I hadn't met him, You, I'm afraid I really won't have a chance to come out again. From this aspect, I really have to thank you."
"Is this how you thank me?" Lu Xiaotian said in pain as he sat down with his back against the stone wall.
"On the path of cultivating immortality, the weak eat the strong. Although you are decisive in killing and have a resolute temperament that I have never seen before, you are still a young man with arrogance. You think that you are powerful and your cultivation is much higher than mine, so you think that I can't defeat you. Palm? What a dream!"
Weng Zhihan snorted coldly, and then looked at Lu Xiaotian greedily, "Of course, you must have some great secret, otherwise how could you practice magic to such a superb level while rapidly improving your cultivation level? , and is also an extremely powerful insect cultivator. He can also make elixirs. To be honest, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed that an ordinary cultivator could do what you did. But from now on, everything about you, Of course it's mine too. Don't you plan to say something before you die? Tell me your secret honestly, and for the sake of friendship, I can let you die quickly."
"I have only one sentence for an old guy like you with sinister intentions." Lu Xiaotian said harshly.
"What are you talking about?" Weng Zhihan's face sank, and he tightened his grip on the demon-binding rope. Judging from Lu Xiaotian's posture, he didn't intend to cooperate.
"You can go die." Lu Xiaotian's mouth suddenly twitched, and with a wave of his left hand, a black shadow flashed past.
"You're not injured?" Weng Zhihan was startled at first, then smiled coldly, and waved the demon-binding rope with his right hand to resist Lu Xiaotian's dying counterattack. Lu Xiaotian's trump cards are endless. He is very jealous of Lu Xiaotian, so even when he was talking just now, he was still secretly on guard.
Now that he has the magic weapon in his hand, even if Lu Xiaotian has some trump cards, he is just an ordinary monk who has been in Lingxiao Palace for more than six years. How powerful can he be?
The demon-binding rope was swung out with a clang. Even a top-quality spiritual weapon cannot withstand a blow from the demon-binding rope. The demon-binding rope is quite spiritual. Once the rope is wound, it will trap the black shadow. But Weng Zhihan didn't expect that the black shadow turned out to be quite sharp. With violent trembling, the shadow dispersed, revealing a small black sword inside. Its size increased to more than two feet, and it actually split the demon-binding rope. .
"Magic Flying Sword! Impossible, how could you have a magic weapon!" Weng Zhihan screamed, looking hysterical and frightened.
"Since you even have the Foundation Building Pill, why can't I have a magic weapon?"
Lu Xiaotian asked in reply, using his magic sword to touch Weng Zhihan's neck. Weng Zhihan was startled and quickly used the demon-binding rope to stop him, but the black sword just made a feint, then suddenly turned in its direction, straight down, and his skin and flesh were torn open.
Weng Zhihan screamed and retreated suddenly. A sword wound deep into the bone appeared on his waist. At the same time, the storage bag he snatched from the big man in black armor was also cut off by the sword. Lu Xiaotian reached out and sucked the storage bag into his hand. Just now Weng Zhihan placed the Foundation Establishment Pill in it, and Lu Xiaotian felt a little excited. He didn't expect that the Foundation Establishment Pill that he had been dreaming about could be obtained just like this, and all these months of travel were not in vain.
"You, return the Foundation Establishment Pill to me, and I will fight with you!" Weng Zhihan was extremely angry. Regardless of the blood flowing from his waist, he controlled the demon-binding rope to roll towards Lu Xiaotian like a mad tiger.
"It's up to you, but you're still a little short of the seventh level of Qi refining." Lu Xiaotian smiled. The black magic sword had been refined for several months, completely erasing the aura left by the old man in black robes. Already like a finger.
And although Weng Zhihan used weapon refining to deceive him into many medium-grade spiritual stones, they could be consumed for a long time. But after all, the cultivation level is not as good as Lu Xiaotian, several levels behind. Although the demon-binding rope is also extremely powerful, it is just a newly refined magic weapon. It has not been contaminated with any monk's aura. It is relatively easy to refine, but it also requires sacrifice. After all, if Weng Zhihan is given a stick of incense time, it will be a lot more troublesome to deal with Weng Zhihan.
Just as soon as it was refined, Lu Xiaotian repelled the eight people from the Black Iron Tower and did not give Weng Zhihan time to refine the demon-binding rope. Originally, Weng Zhihan thought that with the magical weapon in his hand, even if it was not refined, he could stabilize Lu Xiaotian. Who would have expected that Lu Xiaotian, an ordinary monk with no background, could possess a magical weapon. Weng Zhihan scratched his head and couldn't figure it out. If he had a magical weapon, why was he killed in the mine by the Lingxiao Palace disciple who had the black dragon shears and fled in embarrassment?
There were several fights, with ropes and swords coming back and forth. Weng Zhihan added several more wounds to his body. Due to the difference in cultivation between the two, Lu Xiaotian's control over magical weapons is obviously better.
The black magic sword flashed, Weng Zhihan screamed, and the right arm holding the demon-binding rope was completely broken. Regardless of the severe pain in his body, Weng Zhihan stretched out his left hand to grab the demon-binding rope in his hand, pinching the last straw to save his life.
But compared to speed, Lu Xiaotian is much faster. Two small fireballs flew one after another, and Weng Zhihan had to shrink back. In an instant, Lu Xiaotian flew forward several feet and grabbed the demon-binding rope in his hand.
"Why don't you kill me?" Having lost his last support, Weng Zhihan looked ashen and gave up all resistance. In fact, resistance was useless. Lu Xiaotian now had two magic weapons in his hands. He wanted to take his life without any trouble. The power of blowing dust.
