"Of course we can use magic weapons. But I've already inquired about it. The cultivators who enter the forbidden area are divided into teams according to their sects. Every sect would send a few extremely powerful Aura Refining cultivators to enter. Although the enemy is powerful, we of the Divine Cloud Palace naturally have people who can match them. " Peng Dayong didn't drink much, but his eyes were red. "In two years, I'll be 30, and I may not be able to enter the top 50 of the sect. My aptitude is poor, and I can't wait for the next sect competition. No matter how dangerous the forbidden area is, I can only try. "
Peng Dayong didn't drink much, but his eyes were still red when he talked about the forbidden area.
Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but be silent. The number of Foundation-laying Elixirs was greatly reduced. Every sect's Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't directly obtain Foundation-laying Elixirs. There would definitely be a group of blood relatives of Foundation Establishment Cultivators entering the Forbidden Bloody Ground.
In the mine of the Blackwater Stronghold, he had already seen the power of the Black Dragon Scissors. Even though his strength had greatly improved, he still didn't have the strength to face the Black Dragon Scissors. Peng Dayong had no choice but to enter the forbidden area because of his poor aptitude. In order to get the Foundation-laying Elixir, he had to risk his life. How could he not be the same?
But when he thought of facing the attack of magic weapons in the forbidden area, Lu Xiaotian still couldn't help but feel numb. The feeling of being controlled by others was very uncomfortable.
Lu Xiaotian also didn't trust the disciples of the Divine Cloud Palace who had magic weapons. At the critical moment, others would also abandon ordinary cultivators like them without hesitation. He had seen this kind of thing many times when he was adventuring in the Full Moon Mountains.
It was the only way to prevent himself from being controlled by others and treated as an abandoned pawn. Even if he also had a magic weapon. Lu Xiaotian pondered for a while. However, a celestial device was not easy to get. It was rare to find one in the whole market of the Spirit Cloud Palace. Even if he had a lot of Spiritual Stones in his Bounded Domain, sometimes a celestial device could not be bought with money. He didn't have the connections in the Divine Cloud Palace to pay Spirit Stones to refine it. If Qian Dali knew about it, he would be killed soon.
But Weng Zhihan mentioned that he had refined the Blood Melting Gourd for Qian Dali. Lu Xiaotian's eyes narrowed. Maybe he had to get the magic weapon from Weng Zhihan.
Three days later, Lu Xiaotian collected the seeds of the Blood-devouring vines, the other main material material for the Demon-binding Rope. On a huge spirit eagle, Weng Zhihan felt the chilling wind. Not only did he not feel cold, but he also felt an irrepressible excitement. If not for the fear of falling off the spirit eagle, Weng Zhihan would have already raised his hands and roared. He had thought that he would never be able to leave the Blackwater Stronghold's mine, but he had not expected to see the light of day so soon.
Lu Xiaotian closed his eyes. He didn't know the way, so he let Weng Zhihan control the Spirit Eagle. Three days ago, with Peng Dayong's introduction, he went back to the Green Lotus Peak Area to register for the Blood-colored Forbidden Area after leaving the market. Then, he hurried back to the Blackwater Stockade's mine. Speaking of which, the matter was somewhat dramatic. When he first left the mine, he was deliberately made difficult for by the fat cultivator. In the end, the fat cultivator sternly rejected him in front of everyone. Just when Lu Xiaotian felt troubled and was preparing to go back to think of a solution, he didn't expect that the fat cultivator would actually privately talk to him about this matter.
Of course, he spent nearly 200 Spirit Stones for this, and the fat monk made a lot of money. What a hypocrite. In addition, he spent another 20 Spirit Stones. Through the fat monk's connections, he inquired about the whole story of Weng Zhihan's entry into the mine. He found that someone did something to remove Weng Zhihan from the list of disciples of the Divine Cloud Palace with a groundless accusation.
At this time, Weng Zhihan probably didn't know that Lu Xiaotian had already investigated him.
"Master Lu, below is the village where I used to live. I have a daughter who hasn't stepped onto the path of immortality. After more than 20 years, I want to go down and have a look. Also, we are about two days away from the treasure land, and the Spirit Eagle needs to rest on the way." Seeing Lu Xiaotian frown slightly, Weng Zhihan hurriedly said, "As long as Master Lu has enough Ice Silk and collected Blood-devouring Vines, you can use the Blood Spirit Earthly Fire in the treasure land to refine the Demon Binding Rope in three months. I guarantee with my head that I won't delay Master Lu's time."
"It's good that you know." Lu Xiaotian nodded with a hint of displeasure on his face.
Weng Zhihan breathed a sigh of relief, and the Spirit Eagle suddenly descended. Below them was a secular country. There were hills everywhere, and some locust trees were scattered all over the place. Dozens of thatched huts were scattered on both sides of a small stream. However, when they were still a few hundred feet from the ground, the two of them smelled a trace of blood wafting from the ground.
A few of them carried their bags and ran away from Tian Longyin in a panic.
"What, what's going on?" Weng Zhihan's voice carried a hint of panic. When the Spirit Eagle was still a few hundred feet from the ground, Weng Zhihan jumped down. This height was nothing to a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator.
"Stop!" Weng Zhihan stopped in front of the farmers and shouted, "What's going on up ahead?"
"You, you're an immortal?" An elderly man watched as Weng Zhihan descended from the sky with his hair and beard fluttering in the wind. He rode the Spirit Eagle over and knelt on the ground with the other farmers.
"Immortal, please uphold justice for us. In the entire Locust Tree Village, there were two hundred and eight people. Apart from the five in front of us, the women were taken away by the bandits, and the men were all killed by those wretched bandits." The elderly man and a few others who had escaped knelt on the ground and wailed. They were in so much pain that they wished they were dead.
"What, bandits? Where are the bandits? "Weng Zhihan pulled the elderly man up from the ground with his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"There's a Bull's Head Mountain in the north-east direction. It's about 15 kilometers away. The bandits usually bring the captured women and valuables back to the mountain," the old man stammered. He was frightened by Weng Zhi Han's appearance.
"Ying 'er, father will save you," Weng Zhihan called out. He drew his Spirit Sword and shot off in the direction of the northeast as fast as lightning.
"Those wretched bandits." A cold killing intent flashed through Lu Xiaotian's eyes. After going through several trials of life and death, he did not show any mercy to his enemies. However, he was particularly disgusted by the wanton slaughter of ordinary people. Since he had encountered them, he did not mind eliminating the bandits. However, Weng Zhihan was already a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator. Dealing with a group of bandits was a piece of cake.
Perhaps there were still survivors in the mountain village. With that in mind, Lu Xiaotian mounted the Spirit Eagle and flew to the village. The closer he got to the Locust Tree Village, the heavier the smell of blood became.
Fatal with a single slash! Lu Xiaotian looked at several dozen corpses in succession. All of them had their carotid arteries severed with a single slash. Fresh blood had already dyed the ground red. The corpses were ice-cold. The victims had already been dead for quite some time. However, when he saw the astonishment and shock on the faces of the deceased, Lu Xiaotian could not help but furrow his brows. The dozen or so corpses at the entrance of the village were the same. After looking through the entire village, there was not a single survivor. The killer had done it cleanly. At the same time that Lu Xiaotian was furious, a hint of viciousness also flashed through his face.
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