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Soon, Lu Xiaotian followed the sound and found an ice man hiding in the ice pit. To be precise, he was a man whose whole body had been covered with a thick layer of ice crystals and was almost integrated with the ground.
This person is none other than Xiao Tiannan, the great monk of the original Ancient Sword Sect. Among the three great monks who came from Qingyu Continent, Celestial Silkworm Evil Lord was the first to die tragically. Later, when Xiao Tiannan saw Lu Xiaotian in trouble, he hesitated in his heart and did not choose to follow Luo Qing. After all, it was almost a sure way to die. Xiao Tiannan thought that he was not strong enough. He chose to be alone, but looking at the current situation, Xiao Tiannan was already as weak as a thread and could not survive much longer.
Lu Xiaotian stretched out his fingers and Fan Luo True Fire quickly rescued Xiao Tiannan from the thick ice. A ray of spiritual consciousness immersed into Na Tiannan's body, and Lu Xiaotian frowned. At this time, Xiao Tiannan's Nascent Soul had solidified, and only a few subtle spiritual consciousness clung to the clear light of the spiritual platform. At this time, Xiao Tiannan was like a swaying in the strong wind. The light may go out when swallowed. Even the Nascent Soul was frozen, and even Lu Xiaotian, a master of alchemy, could not save himself from such a serious injury.
"Lu, Fellow Daoist Lu, it's you, you are still alive. Luo, where is Fellow Daoist Luo?" Xiao Tiannan, who was dying, felt that the ice around his body was melting, and even his soul was about to be completely frozen. He suddenly felt It's a bit warm.
"Qing'er has passed away." Lu Xiaotian's face dimmed when he heard Xiao Tiannan mention Luo Qing. Luo Qing was always a pain in his heart. If Luo Qing had persisted a little more when Luo Qing gave birth to a baby, maybe Luo Qing would have died. Qingbian is not the sad ending now.
"Time is also luck." Xiao Tiannan sighed after hearing this, and then looked at Lu Xiaotian with a wry smile.
"Friend Lu Dao, after discovering the secret realm of Lingxu, several major immortal cultivating circles in Qingyu Continent organized a large number of people to enter the secret realm. Later, the elites of several major cultivating immortal realms almost invaded the nest. However, although the spiritual energy in the secret realm of Lingxu is extremely abundant, But the monsters inside are also extremely powerful. Our newly built fairy city is surrounded by enemies. After all, the foundation of Qingyu Continent is not as good as the monsters that often live in Lingxu. Those wandering ghosts and demons dare not provoke the human forces of Chiyuan Continent. , but for our Qingyu Continent, we are not so afraid."
"The immortal cultivators in Qingyu Continent suffered heavy casualties in successive battles. Originally, Fellow Daoist Luo and Fellow Daoist Tiancan, I and I wanted to ask Chiyuan Continent to send an army of Immortal Dynasty to assist Qingyu Continent for the sake of being members of the same human race. But now, Reinforcements have not yet been invited. Fellow Daoist Tiancan and Fellow Daoist Luo have died one after another, and I am also dying. The loss of the three great monks has made things worse for the originally weak Qingyu Continent. Fellow Daoist Lu, you are also here. The monks who watch the moon themselves should go back and take a look to help Qingyu, Wangyue, or in other words, help you Lingxiao Palace to survive the disaster in front of you."
"I will go back after I finish handling the matters at hand." Lu Xiaotian nodded.
"That's good, that's good. With the strength of Fellow Daoist Lu, I think I can resolve the crisis in Qingyu Continent. I saw Fellow Daoist Lu in trouble before and failed to rescue him in time. I, Xiao Tiannan, was born in the Ancient Sword Sect since I was a child and have been cultivating immortals for more than six hundred years. As for the advanced monk, I was originally arrogant, but who knew that there would be a time when I retreated from the battle. Ashamed, ashamed. Apart from Wangyue, apart from the Ancient Sword Sect, there is nothing worth worrying about. If it is convenient, Fellow Daoist Lu can help me take the ashes to the Ancient Sword Sect. Sword Sect, I am extremely grateful..." Xiao Tiannan laughed hard, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he murmured, "Wangyue, Ancient Sword Sect, Bitan Peak..."
The voice gradually faded, and the great monk who was once proud of the world of Wangyue Cultivation has since passed away.
Although Zhao is a cultivator of immortality, as Zhao reaches a higher and deeper state of cultivation, there is a part in his heart that is difficult to let go of. What Luo Qing couldn't let go of was love, and what Xiao Tiannan couldn't let go of was the Ancient Sword Sect. The soil and water that raised him.
Lu Xiaotian took a breath and waved his hand, and the big Peng Fanluo True Fire with a Buddhist aura burned Xiao Tiannan's body directly to ashes. Lu Xiaotian took out a bottle the size of a wine jar, a few strands of magic power popped out, and all Xiao Tiannan's ashes were put into the jar.
"Let's go." The outstanding figure of the generation who used to be a cultivator in Wangyue died in a foreign land. Although the friendship with him was not very strong, people with such obsessions are always respected. Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel a little more melancholy. Quickly calming down, Lu Xiaotian led the way, with Yan Xiaoyu and Xiang Qingcheng protecting Yan Xiaoyu in the middle. Passed the passage from the ice cave to the black altar space.
"What a secret place." Yan Xiaoyu is also a thoughtful person. She has seen too many magics with Lu Xiaotian and his party. She has lived for more than two hundred years. What she has seen and heard in the past combined may not be as good as with Lu Xiaotian. This period of Lu Xiaotian was wonderful.
The sky is covered with flying snow and the cold wind is howling. The traces of the previous battle with Zhao Zhen, Zhao Shisan and his group had long been covered up by the thick snow on the ground. The spirits of the ghost fire master and the dragon and lion were already alert to the surrounding situation at all times.
Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng arrived at the edge of the black pool by a familiar route.
"Okay, let your White Jade King Spider take out the frozen white horse from the black pool." Lu Xiaotian said to Yan Xiaoyu.
"Yes, senior." Yan Xiaoyu nodded, and Yiyan flicked his hand on the spirit beast bag. In the aura, a spider as big as white jade and exuding a majestic look appeared.
Under Yan Xiaoyu's instructions, the White Jade King Spider squeaked a few times and came to the edge of the pool very quickly. The weathered water in Guiquan seemed to make it extremely excited. He actually jumped directly into the black pool.
"Come back!" Yan Xiaoyu panicked when he saw this. According to Lu Xiaotian's introduction, the water erosion in the Gui Spring in the Black Pool is extremely powerful. Even people with extraordinary skills like Lu Xiaotian cannot enter the Black Pool to get the treasure. The White Jade King Spider If anything goes wrong, wouldn't she completely lose her due value to Lu Xiaotian? Although she had spent some time with people like Lu Xiaotian in Xiangdu, and her relationship with Yu Xiaoqiao and Yu Ya was also very good. I also know that neither Lu Xiaotian nor Xiang Qingcheng are mean and ungrateful people.
But among this group of people, Yan Xiaoyu naturally wanted to prove his worth. And the only place where she can prove herself is with this rare White Jade King Spider. Otherwise, in terms of cultivation, among the monks who want to do things for Lu Xiaotian, with her strength, she would not even be able to rank among them.
But at this time, the White Jade King Spider seemed to have lost control, and jumped directly into the black pool. With a crash, the Guiquan Sky Erosion Water that even the monks were unwilling to touch, to the White Jade King Spider, turned out to be just like an ordinary spider. The bath water is average.
The white jade king bead spit out streaks of bright spider silk, which seemed to be hollow and sucked in the deep altar. It didn't take long for the spider silk to be filled with the water from Guiquan.
"This White Jade King Spider is worthy of being a relic of the ancient times. Even Guiquan Sky Erosion Water can't do anything to him." While Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng were amazed, Yan Xiaoyu was surprised and happy. The White Jade King Spider was fine after all.
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