Chapter 82

"Naturally, you can use magic tools, but younger martial brother, I've already inquired about it. The friars who enter the sect are divided into teams. Each sect will have some extremely powerful Qi refining friars. Although the enemy is powerful, our LingXiao palace can naturally match it." Peng Dayong didn't drink much wine, but said with red eyes, "In another two years, I will be thirty, and I may not be able to enter the top 50 of the sect. My qualification is poor, and I can't afford to wait for the next sect Xiaobi. The bloody forbidden area is no more dangerous than to break through."

Peng Dayong didn't drink much wine, but his eyes were still red when talking about the bloody forbidden area.

Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but be silent for a while. At present, the number of base building pills is greatly reduced. Base building friars of each sect can't directly obtain base building pills. There will certainly be a group of blood relatives and children of base building experts entering the blood color forbidden area.

In the heishuizhai mine, he has seen the power of Heijiao scissors. Even though he has made great progress, he still has no strength to compete with Heijiao scissors. Peng Dayong has to enter the blood forbidden area because of his poor qualification. He has to work hard to build a foundation pill. He is not like this.

But at the thought of facing the attack of magic weapons in the bloody forbidden area, Lu Xiaotian still couldn't help feeling numb. It's hard to control life and death in the hands of others.

Lu Xiaotian can't trust his life on the disciples of LingXiao palace who have magic tools. At critical times, others will not hesitate to regard them as abandoned children. He sees this kind of thing often when he takes risks in the moon watching mountain.

The only way to prevent him from being controlled by others and being regarded as an abandoned son is that he also has magic tools. Lu Xiaotian thought for a while, but the magic tools are not easily available. It is rare to find one in the whole LingXiao palace market. Even if there are a large amount of spirit stones in his border, the magic tools can not be bought by money at some time. He asked someone to refine the spirit stones, but he didn't have them in LingXiao palace If Qian Dali knows this way, he may soon be killed.

But Weng Zhihan mentioned that he refined the blood melting gourd for Qian Dali. Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes. Maybe Weng Zhihan should start with the magic weapon.

Three days later, Lu Xiaotian collected the seeds of blood eating vine, another main material for refining the demon binding rope. On a huge spirit eagle, Weng Zhihan blew a cold wind, which was not cold at all. Instead, he was uncontrollably excited and excited. If he was not afraid of falling on the spirit Eagle, Weng Zhihan would have raised his hands and roared loudly. He thought he would never be able to get out of the heishuizhai mine again Hole, I didn't expect to see the sun again so soon.

Lu Xiaotian's eyes were slightly closed. He didn't know the way, so he gave Weng Zhihan all the control over Lingying's journey. Three days ago, through Peng Dayong's introduction, after he left the square city, he directly went back to Qinglian peak area to sign up for entering the blood forbidden area. Then he hurried back to heishuizhai mine cave. It was also a bit dramatic. When he came out of the mine cave, he was made difficult by fat people, resulting in fat Xiu The priest refused him in public. Just when Lu Xiaotian felt troublesome and was ready to go back to find a way, he didn't expect that the fat monk asked him about it in private.

Of course, he also spent nearly two hundred spirit stones to make the fat man make a lot of money. What a hypocritical guy. In addition, he spent another twenty spirit stones. Through the relationship with the fat man, he inquired about the beginning and end of Weng Zhihan's entry into the mine in that year. He found that Weng Zhihan was indeed manipulated and removed from the disciples of LingXiao palace with an unwarranted charge.

Perhaps Weng Zhihan didn't know at this time. He had been simply checked by Lu Xiaotian.

"Mr. Lu, the following is the village where the little old man used to live. The little old man has a daughter who has not been on the fairyland for more than 20 years. They also want to go down and have a look. In addition, it is nearly two days away from the treasure land, and the spirit Eagle needs to rest halfway." seeing Lu Xiaotian frown a little, Weng Zhihan hurriedly said, "As long as childe Lu has enough ice silk and the blood eating rattan collected, he can refine magic tools and bind demon ropes within three months by using the blood spirit fire of the treasure land. The little old man uses his head to guarantee that he will never miss childe Lu's time."

"You have a good idea." Lu Xiaotian nodded after a trace of displeasure flashed on his face.

Weng Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief, and the spirit Eagle suddenly descended. Below was the secular country, with hills everywhere. From one battle to the other, there were some locust trees scattered. Dozens of thatched houses were scattered on both sides of a stream. There was traffic in Tianlong paddies, but there were still dozens of feet from the ground. They smelled a trace of blood floating on the ground.

Several fled from Tian Longyin with their bags on their backs and a look of panic.

"Well, what's the matter?" Weng Zhihan's tone was a little flustered. The spirit eagle was more than ten feet away from the ground, and Weng Zhihan jumped down. This height was nothing for a friar in the later stage of Qi refining.

"Stop!" Weng Zhihan shouted in front of several farmers, "what happened ahead?"

"You, are you an immortal?" he took an old man and watched Weng Zhihan fall from the air with hair and beard, ride the spirit eagle and kneel down with several other farmers.

"Please let the immortal decide for the little old man. There are 208 people in Huaishu village. Except for the five people in front of us, the women were robbed by mountain bandits and the men were killed by those deadly mountain bandits." the old man knelt on the ground with several escaped old and weak people and cried bitterly.

"What, mountain bandit? Where is the mountain bandit?" Weng Zhihan grabbed the old man from the ground with his eyes splitting.

"There is Niushou mountain in the East and northeast, about thirty miles away. Mountain bandits usually bring the captured women and goods back to the mountain." the old man was frightened by Weng Zhihan's appearance and stammered.

"Yinger, my father came to save you." Weng Zhihan shouted, took out his spirit sword and shot away in the northeast.

"These damned mountain bandits." Lu Xiaotian also flashed a cold killing opportunity in his eyes. After several life and death tests, he was not soft on the enemy, but he hated this act of wantonly killing ordinary people. Now that he met, he didn't mind getting rid of the mountain bandits. However, Weng Zhihan is in the late stage of gas refining. It's easy to deal with a group of mountain bandits.

Maybe there are still people living in the mountain village. With this in mind, Lu Xiaotian flew to the village by Lingying. The closer you get to Da Huai Shu Village, the more bloody it becomes.

A fatal knife! Lu Xiaotian watched dozens of the dead one after another, all cutting off the cervical artery with a knife. The blood has dyed the ground red. The body was cold and the victim had been dead for a long time. However, seeing the surprise of the dead, Lu Xiaotian's eyebrows could not help wrinkling. This is true for more than a dozen corpses in a row at the head of the village. Looking at the whole village, there is no one alive, and the people who start are clean. Lu Xiaotian's face was angry, but also flashed a cruel color.

"Not good!" soon, Lu Xiaotian reacted and hurriedly summoned Lingying to gallop away in the direction of Weng Zhihan.