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Home > Fantasy > To Become an Immortal > Chapter 2511

Chapter 2511

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"It's a long story. Don't worry about me for now. Why are you here? Are you familiar with this area?" Lu Xiaotian had been worried about the situation here and wanted to catch a tongue. However, even if he caught one, he couldn't completely trust it. Since he had met Luo Qian, his disciple, he naturally couldn't compare to an outsider.

If she wasn't Qing Li, Lu Xiaotian would have already killed her with the Phantom Scorpion King. It was just like how they dealt with the werewolf skeleton. Qing Li would not even have the strength to resist if they were to work together, or if she were to face any one of them. Her foundation was not stable yet.

"I haven't seen or heard from your Martial Uncle all day. There's no one here. Naturally, I had to go back to the Western Nether Region to find Master and Martial Uncle." At this point, Qing Li's voice was filled with dissatisfaction. "When I first came here, I couldn't pass through. I had to find another way out. Although the Nether Demon Necropolis is a bit far from where I came from, it's still a way out."

"I've been hunted down all these years. I don't have the time to care about you." Lu Xiaotian smiled bitterly.

"No wonder people are asking about you everywhere. Who did you offend, Uncle-Master? Even with your strength, you were forced to hide like a rat on the street." Qing Li's tone carried a hint of schadenfreude.

"Of course I can't fight a Great Vehicle Stage old monster. Let me ask you something. Are you familiar with this area? I'm here to do something. If you're familiar with this area, you can give me some pointers. "Lu Xiaotian asked again.

"Great Vehicle Stage old monsters? Only Martial Uncle can afford to offend them." Qing Li was speechless. "I've been in the Nether Demon Necropolis for so long that I'm familiar with this area. How about this? I'll take you to a safe place."

Lu Xiaotian shook his head. "No need. Just point me in the direction. I'll go there myself. There's a late-Body Integration Stage monster following me. I don't know if he's a friend or foe. It won't be good for you if he knows who you are."

"Late-Body Integration Stage?" Qing Li shuddered. She had just broken through to early-Body Integration Stage not long ago. Her foundation wasn't stable. Even mid-Body Integration Stage would be fatal to her. "Then Martial Uncle, what about you?"

"I can deal with a late-stage Combination Realm cultivator, but there's another Mahayana Realm cultivator behind him. I can't afford to offend him," Lu Xiaotian said.

Qing Li slapped her forehead. "Uncle-master, why do you keep provoking those old monsters?"

"You think I want to?" Lu Xiaotian grumbled. This disciple of Luo Qian was a mischievous one, comparable to Joe Yu before he lost his memories. Lu Xiaotian also felt a sense of familiarity with him, so their conversation wasn't too restrained.

"As expected of my uncle-master, you're able to deal with late-Body Integration Stage cultivators. Do you have any difficulties? I've been trapped in the Nether Demon Corpse Burial Ground for a long time, and I've already sent a request for help to Master and Martial Uncle. If they've received it, they should be on their way here, "Qing Li said.

"Let's wait for them to arrive first. I'll come to you when I need help. If a Mahayana Realm cultivator comes, it'll be useless to come to you," Lu Xiaotian said, then asked Qing Li about the situation in the Nether Demon Corpse Burial Ground.

Qing Li told him everything she knew. She directly told him about some of the particularly dangerous places here, as well as the sinister ghosts and monsters. She also told Lu Xiaotian about the devils.

"This is some information I've compiled. It'll be useful to you, Uncle-master." Qing Li stretched out her hand, and a scroll flew over to Lu Xiaotian.

"I have some things here as well. Take them to stabilize your cultivation. If your Master and Martial Uncle need them, give them to them. "Lu Xiaotian also gave Qing Li a few spatial rings.

"Just give them to me. Why do you have to give them to Master and Martial Uncle? They're so resourceful. How could they lack cultivation resources?" Qing Li pouted.

"Don't talk so much. Be careful. You know my whereabouts. If there's a problem you can't solve, come to me." Lu Xiaotian and Qing Li exchanged things, then rushed in the direction where Ban Qianren and the Phantom Scorpion King had left.

"I thought I was fast enough. I didn't expect Uncle-master's strength to increase even faster. How many more years will it take for me to reach the late stage of the Combination Realm?" Qing Li said enviously as she watched Lu Xiaotian's back disappear.

When she opened the spatial ring Lu Xiaotian gave her, Qing Li was shocked. "Uncle-master's murderous nature is really strong."

He looked around and found that there were at least two old ghosts of the Form Synthesis Stage and one corpse of a zombie flood dragon. The two Combination Realm cultivators were Jiu Shan, who Lu Xiaotian had killed, and De De, who had fought with Wu Changlian. As for the corpse dragon, it was naturally Yu Ao, a relative of the Purple Shan Palace Master. He was a mid-stage Combination Realm cultivator with an extremely strong cultivation base.

Lu Xiaotian had already exchanged some of them for spirit crystals in the market, and some of them were ordinary transactions, so Lu Xiaotian kept them. He didn't expect to meet Qing Li at this time. Seeing that her foundation was not stable yet, he decided to lend her a hand.

"It's good to have Uncle-master under the shade of a big tree." Qing Li laughed and carefully put away these things.

With Qing Li's guidance, Lu Xiaotian reunited with Ban Qianren and the Phantom Scorpion King. It didn't take them much effort to get rid of the skeleton and corpse army.

"There are really a lot of ghosts and skeletons here. Fortunately, we got rid of them in time. Otherwise, even if we escaped, I'm afraid we would have consumed a lot of energy." As the Phantom Scorpion King spoke, he glanced at Lu Xiaotian. This time, it was Lu Xiaotian who had led them out of the Netherworld Demon Corpse Burial Ground. If it wasn't for the fact that the Phantom Scorpion King was aware of Lu Xiaotian's background, he wouldn't have believed that this was Lu Xiaotian's first time in the Netherworld Demon Corpse Burial Ground.

"Let's go. The good show is yet to come." Lu Xiaotian shook his head. The Devil Lord had spent a lot of effort to get these things, so how could it be so easy to get them? Although the information provided by Qing Li was much more convenient, it wasn't completely useful. After all, Qing Li's strength was relatively limited. She hadn't been to many dangerous places, so they could only rely on the information she gathered.

Devour …

However, the information provided by Qing Li was more accurate about the general location of the dangerous zone, which saved Lu Xiaotian a lot of time.

"How long did you guys take to go back and forth in the Nether Demon Corpse Burial Ground in the past?" Lu Xiaotian asked the Phantom Scorpion King.

"There's no fixed time. The specifics depend on one's luck. If one encounters a Corpse Ghost that's too strong and exhausts too much energy, one will leave this place in advance. If the journey goes smoothly, it's not impossible to stay here for three to seven years. But this time, the Devil Lord doesn't seem to have as much time as before. If the Devil Lord doesn't achieve the effect he wants, the Devil Lord may use other methods. "

The Phantom Scorpion King gave an ambiguous answer, but Lu Xiaotian had a rough idea. It didn't matter if he completed the Devil Lord's mission or not. What was important was that he needed time to improve his strength.

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