If circumstances permit, it would not be a bad idea to collect the Seven Mirrors of the Illusion Dao. Of course, this matter has to come after the prayer beads. Slightly different from what Zhao Tianyang had in mind, Lu Xiaotian's current focus is not on the Seven Mirrors of the Illusionary Dao, even if the combination of the seven mirrors may create a magic weapon. But if you don't know how to use the magic weapon, it's useless. In contrast, collecting all the beads is more practical for Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian can probably guess what Zhao Tianyang is thinking. Indeed, only those with the strongest cultivation in the clan are qualified to hold the Seven Mirrors of Fantasy Dao. Zhao Tianyang is already so difficult to deal with, not to mention that people who are stronger than Zhao Tianyang have probably reached the level of Xiang Kuang and Yin Xiaozi. Moreover, there are also inherited sacred objects, and the means must be even more extraordinary. His strength has improved by leaps and bounds now, but for such a strong person, Lu Xiaotian is still unwilling to provoke him prematurely. Even if he fights, he has to collect a few twelfth-level monster spirits before fighting. It's not a good thing to meet someone too early.
"Let's talk about another thing now. You Zhao people have worked hard to collect the blood of the direct descendants of the royal family of the Xiang family. I happen to have fragments of the Dinghuang Cauldron here. Through this object, how can we find the legendary ruins of the ruined cauldron? Land?" Lu Xiaotian then took out a small white vial containing a few drops of blood essence from Zhao Tian's yangxumi ring. The smell of the blood inside was vaguely similar to that of the direct royal family such as Xiang Yihang and Xiang Qingcheng. Lu Xiaotian made a rough deduction. The results came out.
"You know a lot." Zhao Tianyang looked at Lu Xiaotian again, "But why should I tell you?"
"As a person who cultivates immortality, even if you can't prove the Tao, are you not interested in the rumored pre-Qin treasures? It has no impact on your Zhao clan. Even if you can no longer get it, even if you take a look, you can still get it. Relieve the confusion of the past?" Lu Xiaotian asked back.
"If you enter Lingxu again, I will tell you to look for the ruins of the Battle of Julu."
Zhao Tianyang was silent for a while and then said that Lu Xiaotian had indeed scratched his itch. He was now in the Nascent Soul state and was bored. It seems good to be able to clear up the doubts in my mind in the past. The closer you get to the pre-Qin treasure land, the more dangerous it becomes. There are more than one or two people who want to hunt for treasure, and those who have the ability to take action are all from the human race, and even other monsters, demons, and ghosts. If one of them is not good, they will be in danger of death. Regardless of success or failure, there is no harm to him, Zhao Tianyang.
"Okay, let's make it a deal." Lu Xiaotian smiled when he heard this. Before, in Xiang State, he was a member of the Xiang State Senate, and coupled with his relationship with Xiang Qingcheng, he didn't need to be so troublesome. Now that the situation has changed, we naturally have to find another way.
At present, the injury has been fully recovered. If there is still no news about Luo Ping'er for a few more days, the only choice is to leave this giant ship. Staying on the same ship as these Jindan monks and Foundation-building monks, the information that can be accessed is naturally limited. As for the few Nascent Soul monks who occasionally go to and from the giant boat, they just check whether the area around the giant boat is okay. After all, there are many people on the giant boat.
After taking care of the trivial matters, Lu Xiaotian stretched himself, fell on the bed in the room and slept soundly. With his current cultivation level, there is no need for this at all, but following the habits of his childhood is one of the most effective ways for Lu Xiaotian to relax himself.
This sleep lasted for a few days. A few days later, Lu Xiaotian, as usual, watched the boundless blue sea from the bow of the ship. At the end of the sea, there was mist, flowing slowly with the sea breeze, like a fairyland, as misty and agile as a fairyland.
"Sir, help!" With a bang, a middle-aged woman knelt on her knees, carrying a skinny young man on her back, and crawled towards the bow of the ship where Lu Xiaotian was with a sad look on her face.
Lu Xiaotian looked back and saw that the middle-aged woman's red, blue and green skirt was very old. There was a large bloody scab on the left side of his face, which looked extremely hideous. The boy on his back was naked, except for a few green demonic insects about the thickness of his index finger that were drilling in and out of his body.
"Green evil spirit-eating insects!" Many monks on the ship couldn't help but screamed and backed away when they saw those green insects. This was not a simple thing, although the low-level green evil spirit-eating insects themselves were not very powerful. , but once it enters the body, it is extremely difficult to get rid of it, even if the ancestor of Nascent Soul takes action himself.
"Sir, help, please, save my child. I have green grass here. Only Mr. Lu can make elixirs to save this child. As long as Mr. Lu takes action, the woman is willing to do everything for Mr. Lu." Horse." The middle-aged woman in a skirt knocked her head on the deck.
"You woman, let your son who was infected by the green evil spirit-eating insect board the boat. You have already opened the net a little bit, but you still dare to bother Mr. Lu. Get out of the boat quickly, and continue to disrupt the order on the giant boat like this. I'm going to drive you off the big boat." At this time, two golden elixir guards on the big boat strode over, and a man with high eyebrows in the lead shouted loudly.
"Stay back." Lu Xiaotian waved his hands to the two guards. Looking at the young man whose body was eaten away by the green evil spirit-eating insects, he vaguely felt that he looked familiar, but the middle-aged woman looked a bit like the one she had seen in the past. The attire of the Nanhuang monk he met while looking at the moon also seemed quite familiar to him.
"Lu, Mr. Lu, please help me, this is the only bone and blood left by my husband." The middle-aged woman burst into tears and did not even dare to look up at Lu Xiaotian. He was rejected by several alchemists on the ship one after another. After all, it is quite difficult to make an elixir with Cuixin grass, and no one can guarantee that he will make an elixir in one go. And it can't be done by just one Cuxincao alone. At least nearly a hundred other spiritual objects are needed. Ordinary alchemists will naturally not do it if they break the bank to do such an uncertain thing.
Tao Xiaofeng was desperate, and some people couldn't bear it, so they secretly informed the ship that there was a master Lu who was very good at alchemy. He was the most skilled alchemist here, and asked Tao Xiaofeng to try his luck. However, this master Lu was not an expert on the giant boat. The person who was famously difficult to approach secretly reminded Tao Xiaofeng that he was actually treating a dead horse as a live doctor and did not really hold out much hope.
"Your husband's surname is Mo?" Lu Xiaotian remembered who this woman was. Although this young man had lost shape due to the torture of the green evil spirit-eating insects, his eyebrows still vaguely resembled his old friend in the Blue Devil Sea. Lu Xiaotian's eyesight, with a little observation, he can naturally see everything clearly.
"How do you know, sir?" Tao Xiaofeng looked up. The moment he saw Lu Xiaotian's appearance, he was startled. There was a complex expression of disbelief, surprise, and worry about gains and losses on his face, "You, you are Lu, fellow Taoist Lu!"
"Fellow Tao Dao, we haven't seen each other for hundreds of years." Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand, and a breeze lifted up Tao Xiaofeng, who was still kneeling on the ground.
