Chapter 88

Weng Zhihan said in a low voice, "at first, I just wanted to use your spirit to refine a demon binding rope for me. Then I went to get back the foundation Dan myself. However, in order to further understand your strength and get back the foundation Dan in advance, so I decided to take you to Niushou mountain."

"Zhu Jidan? You are an ordinary gas refining friar. How can you have Zhu Jidan!" Lu Xiaotian was shocked and didn't believe the tunnel.

"Impossible? In fact, what you know about my grudge with Qian Dali is just the tip of the iceberg. The foundation pills I got in the underground palace were not one, but two!" Weng Zhihan said with a sigh. He took out the larger inkstone from the package on his back and squeezed it. The inkstone constructed by bluestone was crushed, revealing a small cloth bag inside. Weng Zhihan opened the cloth bag. There was a pill bottle in it, which sent out a strong fragrance of pills. This ordinary pill bottle could not isolate the breath of Zhu Jidan at all.

Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised at the corner of his eyes. The shabby linen cloth was not simple. It could isolate the spiritual power of the pill so thoroughly that people thought that the inkstone was just an ordinary thing. It was a clever design.

"I was attacked by Qian Dali and was seriously injured. I knew that if this foundation building pill was taken with me, it would be taken by Qian Dali. So I wrapped it up and put it elsewhere. Then I fled back to LingXiao palace. Because if Qian Dali caught me on the way, he couldn't find the pill on me, he would not kill me, so he could save my life."

Speaking of this arrangement, Weng Zhihan's bald head shook proudly. Then he said angrily, "who knows that Qian Dali's old thing has a good fortune. At such an old age, he can get away with building the foundation, and trap me in the heishuizhai mine cave and never see the sun. If I hadn't met you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have a chance to come out again. In this regard, I really have to thank you."

"You thanked me in this way?" Lu Xiaotian sat down with his back against the stone wall.

"The law of the jungle is the way to cultivate immortals. Although you are decisive and resolute, you are the only one I have seen in my life, but you are a young man with pride. You think you are powerful and your cultivation is much higher than me, so you think I can't beat your palm? What a dream!"

Weng Zhihan snorted coldly, and then looked greedily at Lu Xiaotian, "Of course, you must have some great secrets. Otherwise, how can you cultivate magic to such an amazing level while rapidly improving your accomplishments? At the same time, you are also an extremely powerful insect practitioner. You can also refine pills. To tell you the truth, if you didn't see it with your own eyes, I really don't believe that an ordinary monk can achieve your level. But from now on, you will Everything is naturally mine. Don't you want to say something before you die? Tell me your secret honestly. For the sake of friendship, I can make you die faster. "

"I have only one word for an old man with sinister intentions like you." Lu Xiaotian said ruthlessly.

"What do you say?" Weng Zhihan's old face sank, held the hand binding the demon rope tightly, and looked at Lu Xiaotian's posture. He didn't intend to cooperate.

"You can die." Lu Xiaotian suddenly saw a stilt at the corner of his mouth, waved his left hand, and a dark shadow flashed across.

"You're not hurt?" Weng Zhihan was surprised at first, and then smiled coldly. He waved a demon binding rope in his right hand to resist Lu Xiaotian's dying counterattack. Lu Xiaotian's cards emerge one after another. He was very afraid of Lu Xiaotian, so he was still on guard even when he spoke just now.

Now he has magic tools in hand. Even if Lu Xiaotian has some cards, he is only an ordinary monk who has entered LingXiao palace for more than six years. How powerful can he be?

The demon binding cord was waved with a loud bang. Even the best spirit tool could not withstand the blow of the demon binding cord. The demon binding cord was quite spiritual. Once the cord was wound, it would surround the dark shadow. But Weng Zhihan didn't expect that the dark shadow was quite sharp. Under the violent vibration, the shadow dispersed, revealing a small black sword inside. Its body shape soared to more than two feet, and even split the demon binding cord.

"Magic weapon flying sword! Impossible, how can you have magic weapon!" Weng Zhihan screamed, looking hysterical and terrified.

"Since you have even built Kidan, why can't I have magic tools?"

Lu Xiaotian asked back and manipulated the Dharma sword to wipe Weng Zhihan's neck. Weng Zhihan was startled and quickly blocked it with a demon binding rope, but the black sword just shook for a moment, turned in a sudden direction, went straight down, and his skin cracked.

Weng Zhihan screamed and retreated suddenly. There was a bone visible sword wound on his waist. At the same time, the storage bag snatched from the black armored man was cut off by the sword. Lu Xiaotian reached out his hand and sucked the storage bag into his hand. Just now Weng Zhihan put the building foundation pill in it. Lu Xiaotian was a little excited. He didn't expect that the building foundation pill he had been longing for so long had been obtained It's worth the months of bobben.

"You, give me back the building foundation Dan, and I'll fight with you!" Weng Zhihan was very angry. Regardless of his waist, he controlled the demon binding rope to Lu Xiaotian like a crazy tiger.

"It's up to you, but there are seven layers of Qi refining, which is still a little worse." Lu Xiaotian smiled. The black magic sword has been refined for several months, completely erasing the breath left by the old man in black robe. It has been like an arm envoy.

Although Weng Zhihan cheated him a lot of middle-grade spirit stones by using the refining tool, it can take a long time. However, his cultivation achievement is not as good as Lu Xiaotian after all. Although the demon binding rope is also very powerful, it is only a newly refined magic tool. It is not contaminated with the smell of any monk. Refining is relatively easy, but it also needs to be refined. If you give Weng Zhihan a column of incense, clean it up Weng Zhihan has a lot of trouble.

Just as soon as it was refined, Lu Xiaotian repelled the eight people in the black tower and didn't give Weng Zhihan time to refine and bind the demon rope. Weng Zhihan originally thought that the magic weapon was in hand. Even without refining, it could stabilize Lu Xiaotian. Who would have expected that Lu Xiaotian, an ordinary monk with no background, could have a magic weapon. Weng Zhihan scratched his head and wondered, if he had magic tools, why would he be killed and run away by the LingXiao palace disciple with black Jiao scissors in the mine?

Several fights, rope and sword. Weng Zhihan added several more wounds to his body. Due to the gap between them in cultivation, Lu Xiaotian's control over magic tools is obviously higher.

With a flash of the black sword, Weng Zhihan screamed and broke his right arm holding the demon rope. Regardless of the pain on his body, Weng Zhihan stretched out his left hand to grasp the demon rope in his hand and hold the last straw.

But Lu Xiaotian is much faster than speed. Two small fireballs flew one after another. Weng Zhihan had to shrink. In an instant, Lu Xiaotian floated forward for several feet and grabbed the demon rope in his hand.

"Why don't you kill me?" Weng Zhihan lost his last reliance. His face was like death, and he gave up all his resistance. In fact, resistance was useless. Lu Xiaotian now has two magic weapons in hand. It's easy to take his life.