The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the continuous green peaks are inserted directly into the traces. The familiar peak area appears in front of the eyes again. Fast updates and no ads. At this time, we came to the area under the jurisdiction of Lingxiao Palace again. The mountain was still the same mountain, but it was no longer as lively as it used to be when spirit birds came and went, spirit beasts roared, and monks went to and fro the training ground, the market, and the servant hall.
The various peak regions were originally filled with a large number of spiritual grasses and spiritual trees planted in large quantities. In the past two hundred years of melee in the world of cultivating immortals, due to consumption, almost all the valuable ones have been collected. The periphery of Lingxiao Palace seemed to have been damaged to a certain extent, and the aura of many Jindan monks remained.
There are also a lot of violent thunder magic powers. It seems that there was a battle between the foundation-building monks not long ago. The flames of war have actually reached Lingxiao Palace.
Only the white mist escaping between the mountain peaks remains the same as before.
"Stop, who dares to break into Lingxiao Palace!"
Although most of the troops in Lingxiao Palace went to Jianshan to fight against the main force of the enemy monks, only a small number of monks were left to garrison in these dozens of peaks. However, the monks patrolling the mountain quickly discovered that Lu's team had not hidden themselves. of monks.
The two men were dressed in spiritual armor, held out their weapons, and looked at Lu and his group with wary expressions.
"Qinglian Peak Territory Lu, returned to Lingxiao Palace, who will be in charge of Lingxiao Palace now!" Lu Dong used part of his magic power, and his voice was like a big bell, shaking towards the dozens of peaks in Lingxiao Palace.
Yuan Min was secretly shocked. Before, he only knew that Lu was an individual cultivator. Now when Lu deliberately used his magic power, Yuan Min was shocked to discover that Lu's magic power had reached an unbelievable level. The sound was like a loud bell, loud but not harmful, and it enveloped the sky above Lingxiao Palace and never dispersed. Although he was not an enemy, Yuan Min thought that this level of control was far beyond his capabilities.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Hundreds of figures flew into the air with their swords. Among them, a middle-aged man who looked familiar and a middle-aged woman in green clothes were particularly excited after seeing Lu.
When others saw Lu, they were also excited. Perhaps due to the passage of time, other sects could not remember Lu for a while, but as far as Lingxiao Palace was concerned, the reputation left by those Jindan monks was far less than that of Lu in front of him. In Lingxiao Palace, the silver-haired monk in front of him has already become a legend, and it has been passed down to this day in Lingxiao Palace.
In particular, Lingxiao Palace has suffered heavy losses in the melee in the world of immortality in recent years, and with the high-level monks declining day by day, Lingxiao Palace needs a spiritual pillar for the lower-level monks to persevere. And Lu is the source of spiritual comfort that these people who grew up in Lingxiao Palace can talk to.
There are countless sects and cultivating families in the Wangyue Cultivation World. Who can kill the Flying Cavalry tribe with a fierce reputation and make rivers of blood flow? Who can single-handedly overwhelm countless monks of the same level in the Cultivation World? Accept the challenge!
"Master Lu, Master Lu, have you become a Golden Elixir cultivator?" The two people who rushed out were none other than Luo Kang and his cousin He Liping, who had successfully built the foundation at Lu Qingyue Peak. The life span of a foundation-building monk is only about three hundred years.
Lu has been away for nearly 150 years. However, under Lu's shadow, the two ordinary Qi refining disciples have successfully built foundations one after another. They have survived in the war and have reached the late stage of foundation building. , and the two of them have bid farewell to their past youth, leaving obvious traces of time on their faces.
"I've met Uncle Lu!"
These more than a hundred foundation-building monks were leaning down in mid-air. One hundred and dozens of years ago, the legend that had been passed down by Lingxiao Palace to this day was right in front of them. However, this person had disappeared since then, and there was no news at all. I thought Lu has passed away, and he never thought that he would return to the mountain gate today. And when he came back, he was already a high-ranking Jindan monk.
In addition to these foundation-building monks, the tens of thousands of Qi-refining monks who were not yet able to fly with weapons were also looking down the mountain. At this time, the morale of Lingxiao Palace was at a low point, and Lu, who was famous in the past, unexpectedly returned.
"Excuse me, who is in charge of Lingxiao Palace now?" Lu asked.
"Back to Master Lu, the palace master has led the main force of the Immortal Palace to Jianshan to fight the main force of the enemy. It is now that Master Luo is in charge of the overall situation in Lingxiao Palace. Master Luo also fought side by side with Master Lu back then. I don't think Master Lu will do it. Strange." Luo Kang said quickly.
"But Luo Qian?" Lu Yi was startled. Among the monks surnamed Luo he knew, Luo Qian was the only one who had fought side by side. It seemed that he had already achieved the golden elixir, but Luo Qian suffered from himself again back then. After the stimulation, his temperament calmed down a lot. With Luo Qian's qualifications, he solved the problem of condensing golden elixirs, and with Lei Wan, the master, condensing golden elixirs was not difficult.
In his early years, he was chased by Zhou Tong, entered the Blue Demon Sea, and practiced in the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen Realm for decades. Although Luo Qian's cultivation level was lower than his own in his early years, the decades were enough for him to catch up. . Lu used the Dzogchen Foundation to form elixirs, while people like Luo Qian began to form elixirs in the later stages of foundation building. Naturally, he should not have been left behind much.
"It's Master Luo." Luo Kang nodded. Naturally, he didn't dare to call Luo Qian by his first name like Lu.
"If that's the case, why don't you see Luo Qian coming?"
Lu was a little confused. These foundation-building monks had already come. Luo Qian's cultivation level shouldn't be so slow. No, the thunder magic power just now belonged to Luo Qian. It seemed that Luo Qian was most likely injured. Lu reacted quickly.
"Luo, Master Luo's condition is not good. He suffered some injuries in his early years. Now the entire Lingxiao Palace is full of elites. In the entire palace, only Master Luo and a golden elixir monk are in charge." Luo Kang said with a gloomy expression. .
"Where is Luo Qian?" Lu asked.
"At Siqing Cliff in the Lingfeng Domain, apart from the attack of Jindan monks from other lands and invading the mountain gate, Master Luo never leaves Siqing Cliff." Luo Kang sighed, "Junior and others are talking softly, Master Lu and Master Luo I have an old friend, so I would like to persuade Master Luo."
"Siqingya!" Lu's body trembled, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. Although he hadn't arrived yet, hearing his name, one could know what happened in the years he left. The only person who could make Luo Qian like this is the unruly and arrogant Su Qing, and who else.
"These people are my friends. Please welcome them while I go to see Junior Brother Luo." Lu sighed sadly, his figure was like lightning. Everyone saw a blur in front of their eyes, and they lost sight of Lu.
There are many lovers in the ruthless cultivation of immortality. Although it may not be the love between man and woman, Yuan Min can clearly see the sadness on Lu's face.
In the Piaofeng Domain, the fallen leaves rustled, and the cool mountain breeze stirred up a bit of coolness. On the Qianren Mountain wall, there are several words with dried blood on Siqing Cliff.
"But Senior Brother Lu, I'm sorry that I didn't come far to greet you, but let me come down and talk about it." An old voice sounded from under the cliff.
