"The second possibility is that the black-armoured man from Ox-Head Mountain has an irreconcilable enmity with you. This possibility is even lower. You can take your revenge after obtaining the Monster Binding Rope. There is no need to be so impatient. "
"The third possibility is that there is something you want in Ox-Head Mountain, and it is extremely important. You are even worried that something might have happened while you were in the underground palace. It just so happens that you don't understand my strength. After all, it was several years ago that you saw me fight in the mine. So you wanted to borrow my hand to kill the black-armoured man and his three companions. You should have estimated my strength. "
"Since you already saw through it, why did you let me go until now?"
Weng Zhihan gnashed his teeth, but a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart. The young man in front of him only looked young on the outside, but he was actually very meticulous. Weng Zhihan thought that he had set up a clever plan to kill him, but it turned out that there were so many loopholes. It was no wonder that Lu Xiaotian had killed the Eight Monsters of Black Wind Ravine so quickly and returned to the stone room. He didn't want to give Weng Zhihan time to refine the magic tool. Moreover, he had used fake injuries to deceive him, taking advantage of Weng Zhihan's complacency to extract the secret from his mouth.
Thinking of his previous arrogance, Weng Zhihan couldn't help but feel that he was truly laughable.
"That's a good question. The reason why I've allowed you to do so until now is firstly because I really do want the Demon Binding Rope. Secondly, I'm also very curious about what kind of treasure you're so determined to obtain on Mount Bull Head. You didn't hesitate to go to such great lengths. Normally, you would be extremely careful. Only when you were at your proudest, would you reveal it willingly. I didn't expect it to be a Foundation Establishment Pill. Thirdly, I think that your trusted aide who has been doing many things for you outside will be very anxious when he sees that you haven't come out for a long time. Especially after seeing that black-armoured man escape, he might be very concerned about whether you have succeeded or not. He will personally come to see if you have succeeded. Calculating the time, he should be arriving soon. I don't know if you will be willing to hand over your refining technique when he arrives! "
Lu Xiaotian revealed a sly smile, "Otherwise, do you think I would have the leisure to talk so much nonsense with you?"
"You, not good!" Weng Zhi Han's expression changed as he heard faint footsteps coming from the secret passage in the distance. Weng Zhi Han opened his mouth to shout. However, just as he was about to warn Weng Zhi Han, the sound of flowing water rang out, and Weng Zhi Han's expression wavered.
However, in the seventh layer of Qi Refining, the greater the difference in cultivation, the better the effect of the Melodious Ice Voice would be. Lu Xiaotian was becoming more and more fond of this Spiritual Sense attack spell. With the delay just now, the figure of a tall and thin middle-aged man appeared in the secret passage. The tall and thin man had an anxious look on his face. Seeing Weng Zhi Han covered in blood, he couldn't help but cry out in alarm, "Father, father, how are you?"
"Stop! I'm willing to hand over the Artifact Refining Technique!" Seeing that Lu Xiaotian was about to release a spell, Weng Zhi Han hurriedly cried out in alarm. Knowing that Lu Xiaotian's primary spell was almost perfect, he understood that once Lu Xiaotian made a move, his son, who was only at the seventh layer of Qi Refining, would definitely not be a match for Lu Xiaotian.
"You should have said so earlier. If I used a Magic Tool, everything would be over," Lu Xiaotian said coldly.
"But I have a condition. After you get the Artifact Refining Technique, you must let the two of us go," Weng Zhi Han said in a deep voice.
"Do you think you have the right to bargain with me? I already have two Magic Tools, the Artifact Refining Technique is not necessary, "Lu Xiaotian said coldly.
"Blood Escape Technique, go!" Weng Zhi Han suddenly shouted.
"Do you think you can escape?" Lu Xiaotian suddenly summoned the black sword, and the Magic Tool's power soared to the sky.
However, at the same time that Lu Xiaotian summoned the black sword, Weng Zhihan and the tall and thin middle-aged man's bodies exploded at the same time. With a bang, they turned into clouds of blood mist and fled into the distance at an astonishing speed.
"Not good," Lu Xiaotian secretly cried out. He didn't expect that the two of them would have this kind of Secret Technique that specialized in escaping. Their speed was so fast that even he couldn't catch up. However, Lu Xiaotian was not willing to give up. He controlled the black sword to chase after the cloud of blood mist while flying forward. Although he didn't know what kind of Secret Technique this was, this Blood Escape Technique could erupt with such astonishing speed in a short period of time, so it must have a major flaw. Since ancient times, softness could not be defended, and hardness could not be maintained for long. Lu Xiaotian didn't believe that the two of them could continue to escape at such a fast speed.
After chasing for a while, Lu Xiaotian saw the two of them appear on top of an ancient altar. Did they stop running, or could it be that the Blood Escape Technique couldn't be maintained for long? Lu Xiaotian was slightly surprised. He saw that the two of them, who had been normal just a moment ago, were now skin and bones. It seemed to be the aftereffects of the Blood Escape Technique just now.
"Die!" Lu Xiaotian controlled the black sword to attack the two of them. No matter how powerful the Escape Technique was, it couldn't directly increase one's combat strength.
However, the moment the black sword shot out, Weng Zhi Han looked back at Lu Xiaotian with incomparable hatred, then took out five mid-rank Spirit Stones and threw them into five grooves on the altar. Suddenly, a rotating light array appeared on the altar.
Peng, in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, the flying sword that was incomparably sharp was actually bounced back.
"How is this possible!" Lu Xiaotian's eyes widened.
"Lu Xiaotian, one day, I will make you beg for death!" Weng Zhi Han's incomparably vicious gaze fiercely pierced Lu Xiaotian's body, and as the light array rotated, the two of them disappeared into thin air.
If you appear in front of me next time, you won't even have a chance to escape. Lu Xiaotian snorted. Even when they were in good condition, they were not his opponents, not to mention the two of them who had used the Blood Escape Technique and seemed to have lost a lot of vitality.
After the two of them disappeared, the light array on the altar also disappeared. Lu Xiaotian walked to the altar expressionlessly and glanced at the grooves. The mid-rank Spirit Stones inside had turned into powder in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, the five mid-rank Spirit Stones had been exhausted. The consumption of this Array was really great. This should be the legendary Transmission Array, but he didn't know where the two of them would be teleported to.
Lu Xiaotian secretly thought that the old baldy, Weng Zhi Han, was really powerful. Although he had been tricked by him, in such a desperate situation, he still tried his best to stall for time. When his son arrived, he used the Blood Escape Technique to escape. It seemed that he also knew that once he escaped, his son would most likely fall into Lu Xiaotian's hands.
"Should I chase after them?" Lu Xiaotian gave up after thinking for a while. In order to refine this rope, he had already spent more than three months. The trip to the Forbidden Bloody Place could not be delayed. If he was teleported to a distant and unfamiliar place, it would not be easy to rush back to the Divine Cloud Palace in a short time. After the last minor competition, nearly 100 Foundation-laying Elixirs had allowed the Divine Cloud Palace to have 11 more Foundation-laying Cultivators. In other words, the success rate of Foundation-laying Cultivators was pitifully low. Only one in ten would succeed by luck.
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