Out of the five halls for elixirs, talismans, artifacts, puppets, and techniques, only the three halls were left. Not every side hall had a winner, or the side halls that had reached a consensus were the same as the side halls for elixirs, artifacts, and pills. More Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered nearby, and in total, there were more than a hundred of them.
With a rumble, the Puppet Palace collapsed with a loud rumble. The previously majestic Puppet Palace turned into ruins. Two figures shot out from inside, one black and one white. The white figure was the masked woman, Luo Qing. However, the chest area of her white dress was stained with dark red blood. The other man with an aquiline nose did not seem to be in a good condition either. His left arm had been cut off, and there was a shallow sword wound on his neck. He had almost lost his life.
It was unknown which sect this aquiline nose man was from, but he was able to fight evenly with Luo Qing. Or rather, he had teamed up with another person to fight with Luo Qing. At this moment, only two people came out, and the other person might have been killed by Luo Qing in the Puppet Hall. But no matter what, this aquiline nose man was definitely not weak to be able to fight with Luo Qing like this. Luo Qing's aura had already suppressed the aquiline nose man's. Lu Xiaotian thought to himself that he didn't need to do anything for now. Besides, Tao Feng and Zong Sheng were still here.
"Junior Sister Luo, it's great that you can come out." Tao Feng was delighted to see Luo Qing. He pulled out the Underworld Wind Ruler without hesitation and looked coldly at the aquiline nose man. "Do you want to kill yourself, or do you want me to do it?"
The Underworld Wind Ruler's cold murderous aura made the surrounding Foundation Establishment cultivators hold their breaths. Tao Feng's cultivation was not high, but with the Underworld Wind Ruler, he could even fight with an ordinary late-stage cultivator. As long as he didn't encounter a first-rate expert in the late-stage of Foundation Establishment, he could definitely protect himself.
"I'm afraid it's too early to say that." A cold snort sounded, and more than a dozen gray figures descended from the sky. The leader was a middle-aged man with a wide face in the late-stage of Foundation Establishment. He looked similar to the aquiline nose man and should be his elder. Behind him were three middle-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and more than a dozen early-stage cultivators.
"Third Uncle, you're finally here. Great. Help me take down these people. "
Seeing this, the hook-nosed man was overjoyed. His grip on his sword tightened unconsciously. Although the other side had helpers, he suddenly had more than a dozen people on his side. Moreover, there was a strong helper in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. In terms of individual strength, they were not inferior to the other side. Moreover, their numbers were several times that of the other side. Apart from the late Foundation Establishment stage, even if the others were weaker in terms of individual strength, their advantage in numbers was enough to make up for it. The hook-nosed man was extremely envious of the puppets that Luo Qing had obtained. There were three people who had entered the Puppet Hall with him, and one of them had already been killed by Luo Qing. Two of the three puppets had already fallen into Luo Qing's hands. If he could obtain them and practice the art of puppetry, even late stage Foundation Establishment cultivators would have to avoid him. Now that they had the upper hand, they naturally had to seize the opportunity to snatch the benefits. There were so many Foundation Establishment cultivators from other sects present. If they wanted to snatch the benefits, they had to do it as soon as possible.
Zhang Lan's eyes flashed as he looked at the situation in front of him. He had obtained the Dan Core stage magic tool from the Magic Tool Hall, but he had not refined it yet. At this time, his strength had not increased by much. In his eyes, apart from Tao Feng who already had the Underworld Wind Ruler, Zong Sheng's strength was about the same as his. In the face of so many enemies, he might not be able to gain an advantage. Previously, although he had a temporary alliance with Zong Sheng and Tao Feng, once they encountered unpredictable dangers, this alliance would become very fragile.
Even Zong Sheng and Tao Feng could not help but change their expressions when they saw this situation. With their experience, they naturally knew that Zhang Lan was absolutely unreliable at this time. Even if they were facing each other, they would probably hesitate at the moment of life and death.
At this time, Luo Qing's eyes were also full of a dignified expression. The hook-nosed man and the other person she had killed were not simple, so now she had also suffered some injuries.
Lu Xiaotian secretly sighed. In this situation, it seemed that he had to make a move. However, until the last moment, he did not have to show himself. Once he had an idea, Lu Xiaotian, who was mixed in the crowd, quietly used the Ice Soul Profound Sound. The Ice Soul Profound Sound was a spiritual awareness attack, invisible and invisible. When people heard the sound of flowing water hitting a stone, they would be hit. The cultivators whose cultivation was obviously lower than Lu Xiaotian had no power to resist at all. Only the most important disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect like Yuan Hao, who had a magic weapon to defend against spiritual awareness attacks, could be spared. It was just that the means of spiritual awareness attacks were extremely rare, and the magic weapons to defend against spiritual awareness attacks were even rarer.
Although the spiritual awareness of the Foundation Establishment cultivators was much stronger than that of the Qi Refining cultivators, it was still not enough to cast a powerful enough spiritual awareness attack. Only the extremely powerful Jin Dan cultivators, who cultivated some powerful mystic arts, could master this terrifying means. Obviously, among the many Foundation Establishment cultivators brought by the hook-nosed man, the broad-faced middle-aged man, who was called Third Uncle by the hook-nosed man, did not have this kind of magic weapon to defend against spiritual awareness attacks.
"Child's play!" The broad-faced middle-aged cultivator coldly snorted. This kind of weak spiritual awareness attack did not have the slightest effect on him, he did not even need to deliberately guard against it. The surrounding air fluctuated strangely, and a large number of wind blades rushed in all directions. Although the number was incomparably large, but with this kind of strength, let alone a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even a late Qi Refining cultivator would be able to block it. This kind of wind blade formed by a primary spell was simply unable to break through a Foundation Establishment cultivator's spiritual barrier.
"Not good!" The broad-faced middle-aged man originally thought so, but the development of the situation was completely beyond his expectations. The dozen or so early Qi Refining cultivators under him all had sluggish expressions, not noticing the approaching wind blades at all. Their performance was even worse than that of the early Qi Refining cultivators. The broad-faced middle-aged man quickly waved his hand and shot out several ice walls, blocking the majority of the wind blades outside the ice walls.
The large number of wind blades hit the ice walls, but could only leave a shallow white mark, unable to shake it in the slightest.
However, when Lu Xiaotian made his move, he thought of this situation, so he released a large number of wind blades. With the primary spell seal formed in his body and the support of his abundant magic power, he was already able to instantaneously cast this kind of low-level spell. Perhaps if he cultivated a mid-level spell seal, he would be able to sweep away the majority of Foundation Establishment cultivators. However, when he chose to cultivate spells, he was forced into the mine by Qian Dali, so he had no other choice. With the help of the various types of spirit stones in the mine, he repeatedly cultivated day after day, year after year, and only then did he condense a primary spell seal. If he cultivated the spell seal to the mid-level, he would not be able to bear the consumption of spirit stones. After all, the amount of spirit stones needed to mature spirit herbs, refine various spirit pills for battle, and increase his cultivation level was already enough to make him drink a pot full of spirit stones. How could he have the financial resources to raise his spell seal to the mid-level? Moreover, he already had a Core Core magic tool and knew how to refine pills. In a situation where he already had more choices, he did not need to spend a large amount of time, energy, and financial resources on the path of a spell cultivator. Biting off more than one could chew was a principle that Lu Xiaotian understood.
However, although it was clearly inappropriate for such a primary spell to appear in such a situation, no matter what kind of move it was, it had its uses. These seemingly useless wind blades were currently used by Lu Xiaotian like a stroke of genius. If the move was too powerful, the broad-faced middle-aged cultivator, Tu Fang, would not have simply ignored it and missed the best opportunity. Now that he hastily acted, it was already too late.
Although the remaining three mid-level Foundation Establishment cultivators were not greatly affected, their first reaction was to protect themselves, not to save the low-level Fellow Daoists beside them. Moreover, their reactions were similar to the broad-faced middle-aged cultivator, Tu Fang. Even Tu Fang was unable to fully save them, let alone them.
Whoosh whoosh …
Several wind blades flashed past the necks of the early-level cultivators. Then, several wind blades slashed past the waists and heads of the early-level cultivators. Tu Fang managed to save three of the early-stage cultivators with the ice money. However, the other 12 early-stage cultivators were caught off guard. Nine of them died while the remaining three suffered varying degrees of injuries, temporarily losing their ability to fight. With a single strike, nine early-level cultivators died on the spot. Such power caused the hundreds of early-level Foundation Establishment cultivators present to be dumbstruck. The attack was extremely simple, and because of this, it appeared even more bizarre. There were so many people present, and there was no lack of powerful experts, but they were still unable to detect who had attacked. Tu Fang glanced in the direction of Lu Xiaotian. Lu Xiaotian was hidden among the crowd, blending into the crowd and not appearing to be the slightest bit conspicuous.
To be able to kill and injure twelve early-level Foundation Establishment cultivators so accurately in an instant, there was no lack of late-level Foundation Establishment cultivators present, but none of them had the ability to appear and disappear so mysteriously.
It was precisely because they were unable to discover who the other party was that this person appeared even more terrifying. Tu Fang and the hook-nosed man's foreheads exuded a trace of cold sweat. Although they still had a certain advantage in terms of numbers, if they really fought, they might not be able to take down Luo Qing and the others. Not to mention, the other party still had an unfathomable helper hiding in the surroundings, who could kill them at any time.
After a flash of fear appeared on Zhang Lan's face, she no longer hesitated and chose to stand on the same side as Zong Sheng, Tao Feng, and the others, eyeing Tu Fang's group covetously. It seemed as if she was waiting for the mysterious person to appear, then she would immediately kill them. At the same time, Zhang Lan's gaze never left Zong Sheng and Tao Feng. From their surprised expressions, it seemed that the two of them did not know who had attacked. On the other hand, Luo Qing's eyes seemed to be pleasantly surprised, but also a little hesitant. She seemed to be unsure. It was really unbelievable, but it was an indisputable fact that there was a strong helper on the side. With this person's means, even an ordinary late-level cultivator was far from being his opponent. As long as Tu Fang, who had just spoken, was stopped and did not dare to attack, then this seemingly dangerous battle would not continue to worsen.
"Let's go!" After Tu Fang's expression changed for a while, he leaped into the air and led the aquiline-nosed man to leave this place without stopping for a moment, breaking through the sky into the distance. Everything that appeared in front of him was too strange. First, he witnessed the young man with the fire dragon bow easily kill a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he fought without fear. Then, he encountered such a strange and tyrannical opponent. Even if he usually thought highly of himself, he did not have a trace of confidence to continue to stay here.
Lu Xiaotian coldly watched these people leave. Although he was very interested in what kind of puppets there were in the Puppet Hall, after all, the centipede puppet was no longer of any use to him, and he himself knew puppet techniques. Some of the treasures from the Immemorial Dao Scripture were quite extraordinary, and many of them were extinct in the Immortal Cultivation World. If he could obtain a powerful puppet, his strength would undoubtedly increase a little. Of course, compared to the things in the Skill Hall, Lu Xiaotian did not want to complicate things because of a puppet. Perhaps if he met this group again after obtaining the Immemorial Dao Scripture, he would not be so polite.
After Tu Fang, the aquiline-nosed man and the others left, the surrounding atmosphere became a little strange. In contrast, only Luo Qing, Tao Feng, Zong Sheng, and Zhang Lan were calm, at least on the surface.
Two hours later, the Spirit Talisman Hall collapsed. The late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Green Pellet Palace, who was also Lu Xiaotian's old acquaintance, Wen Fu, vomited blood and flew backward. When he fell to the ground, he was already dead. The one who rushed out immediately was the cultivator from the Southern Wilderness who had fought with Lu Xiaotian, Duan Huitian. However, at this time, Duan Huitian's appearance had changed into a cold middle-aged man in a black robe, replacing the original Southern Wilderness cultivator's appearance. However, his appearance could deceive others, but how could it affect Lu Xiaotian's judgment? Only these two people rushed out of the Spirit Talisman Hall, and it seemed that the other person should have also fallen. This Duan Huitian could kill Wen Fu, and his strength should have improved. However, he originally had a strange black mirror on him, and Wen Fu's means were also ordinary. It was not strange that he died in the hands of Duan Huitian.
"Wen …" Among the many Foundation Establishment cultivators, a young man seemed to be unable to hold back and almost shouted. However, when he saw Duan Huitian's fierce eyes, he stiffly swallowed his words. At this time, there were no other powerful cultivators of the Green Pellet Palace here. It could be said that they were alone. If this very powerful black-robed man knew that he was from the same sect as Wen Fu, he was afraid that he would soon be killed.
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