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Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang were very familiar with refining the Baleful Yin Flame Essence. It was just that it took a lot of time.
Lu Xiaotian led the two of them to kill a lot of Level Four and above zombies in the tomb before returning to their original hiding place.
This repeated for several months. Lu Xiaotian was only responsible for killing zombies. As for refining the Baleful Yin Flame Essence, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to. Not to mention the time and effort, it was far less efficient than the two ghost cultivators. In the path of cultivation, sometimes, one couldn't do everything well just because they were strong enough.
After killing a large number of zombies, Lu Xiaotian had nothing to do. While the two of them were refining the Baleful Yin Flame Essence, Lu Xiaotian minded his own business and cultivated. His secondary primordial spirit was deducing the formation as usual, while his primary primordial spirit was engaged in various kinds of cultivation. Sometimes, he would alternate between the primary and secondary primordial spirits.
For several months, all the refined Baleful Yin Flame Essence was used to heal Di Kun's body.
Lu Xiaotian found that although Di Kun was strong and wouldn't be easily injured, once he was injured, it wasn't easy for him to recover. Perhaps this was the Creator's way of achieving a certain balance. Di Kun was already so strong. If his recovery ability was too strong, then it would be really heaven-defying.
Lu Xiaotian was fine, but when Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang saw the wounds on Di Kun's body and the near-fatal blow that pierced through Di Kun's body, they were so shocked that their jaws dropped. They had stayed with Lu Xiaotian for two years. Later, when Di Kun woke up, the two of them had seen part of Di Kun's strength. It wouldn't take more than a few moves for him to kill the two of them. In their eyes, the Flying Silver Corpse Di Kun was extremely powerful, but he had suffered such terrible injuries. How powerful was the person who injured Di Kun?
No wonder Lu Xiaotian wanted to return to Ill Wind Valley to find the two of them. They were lucky. However, after looking at Lu Xiaotian, the two of them couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh. This young man in front of them was even more powerful than Di Kun. Since he was still here, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance that the cultivator who injured Di Kun had died in his hands.
After a few months, Xiao Sanniang and Ge Changting were exhausted and sweating profusely. However, with their efforts, the Baleful Yin Flame Essence had healed many of Di Kun's wounds. At least, the serious hole had healed on the surface. As for the internal injuries, it would take some time for Di Kun to recover. However, Di Kun seemed to have regained some vigor.
One day, while Lu Xiaotian was familiarizing himself with the Great Soul Devouring Art's method of refining Demonic Beast Soul Essences, Di Kun's eyelids fluttered. Even though it was a slight movement, Lu Xiaotian still noticed it. Seeing that Di Kun showed signs of waking up, Lu Xiaotian was overjoyed.
Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang worked even harder to refine the Baleful Yin Flame Essence. Three days later, Di Kun successfully woke up. However, his mental state was still not very good. Nevertheless, Lu Xiaotian was overjoyed that he could wake up. All that was left was to slowly recover.
The first batch of zombie skeletons had almost been consumed. Lu Xiaotian felt a lot more relieved. He went out to hunt more zombies.
As he was heading towards the white-haired zombie's area of activity, he heard a strange, ear-piercing laughter. Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang's faces paled. Their eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and joy. They reminded Lu Xiaotian, "Young Master Lu, this is the ghost cultivator who injured the two of us."
"You two ghost cultivators didn't obey me. Instead, you wagged your tails and begged for mercy behind a human cultivator. If word got out, it would be a disgrace to us ghost cultivators." From a dark corner, a skinny cultivator in a black robe with golden edges walked out. His eyes were sunken deep into his eye sockets, making him look particularly terrifying.
"Who we want to follow is our business. It's none of your damn business." Ge Changting cursed loudly.
"You still dare to speak such arrogant words when you're at death's door. Since you think this little baby can support you, I'll take care of this little baby first. Let's see what else you can rely on." The skinny ghost cultivator snorted angrily. His skinny hand, which was as thin as a bag of bones, made a grabbing motion in the air. A huge ghost hand was already heading towards Lu Xiaotian without any explanation.
A chilly wind blew in the air. The huge ghost hand was hidden in a dark cloud. It was difficult to see its shape with the naked eye. It was not surprising that ghost cultivators were far more difficult to deal with than ordinary cultivators. Just this ordinary attack alone was more powerful than most late stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.
However, it also depended on who the opponent was. After being chased by the cultivators of the Winged Cavalry Tribe and then being beaten up by the burly man, even Lu Xiaotian felt stifled in his heart. It was rare to have someone to practice with at this time. He directly punched the air.
The huge shadow of the fist hit the ghost claw. Two tyrannical forces collided. In the dark cloud, there seemed to be the sound of finger bones breaking. Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang hurriedly retreated to the side to avoid being affected by the fight between the two. Moreover, when Lu Xiaotian attacked, the huge fluctuation of aura around him was completely different from that of a ghost cultivator. It made them feel very uncomfortable and instinctively wanted to stay away.
The two forces were in a stalemate for a short while. The tyrannical fist force broke through the dark cloud and smashed towards the skinny ghost cultivator.
The skinny ghost cultivator flipped his right hand and waved a white bone staff, shattering the remaining fist force. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. "What pure magic power, what tyrannical fist force. No wonder the two of you dare to come back."
The shriveled ghost cultivator waved the white bone staff in his hand repeatedly. His figure flashed, and he was already close to Lu Xiaotian's side. Layers upon layers of staff shadows pressed down on Lu Xiaotian as if they could topple mountains and overturn seas.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes narrowed slightly. He threw out a series of punches. Every punch landed on the opponent's white bone staff. The strength of the white bone staff was not small. However, compared to him, it was naturally much weaker.
Crack! After a few dozen exchanges, a fine crack appeared on the white bone staff.
A trace of anger flashed in the skinny ghost cultivator's eyes. However, this anger quickly turned into killing intent. "Very good. Your body is actually so tyrannical. It's much stronger than those sixth level zombies. A sixth level body cultivator is really rare. It's the best choice to refine walking corpses."
The shriveled ghost cultivator laughed strangely. Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke emerged from the broken white bone staff. It was light as a feather as it climbed up Lu Xiaotian's hand. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a thick strange snake and coiled around Lu Xiaotian's body. Its astonishing strangling power seemed to be endless.
"Kid, you're still too inexperienced. You've been hit by my Ghost Smoke Rope. Do you still want to try to break free? " The skinny ghost cultivator laughed strangely and glanced at Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang. "So these are the helpers you two invited with great difficulty. Although their strength is not bad, it's too easy to fall for them."
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