iant flood dragon, and also refined several extremely good flood dragon sinews together. The power was significantly greater than before. 。But it also added some new materials, which need to be refine...“Nature can use magic artifacts, but my junior brother has already inquired. The cultivators who enter are divided into small teams according to their sects.” 。Each sect will have some extremely powerful Qi cultivators joining them. 。Though our enemies are formidable, Lingxiao Palace naturally has those who can match them. 。Peng Dayu hadn't had much to drink, but his eyes were bloodshot as he said, "In two years, I'll be thirty. I still might not be able to break into the top fifty of the sect." 。I'm not gifted to begin with, I can't afford to wait for the next sect competition. The Blood Forbidden Zone is dangerous, so I might as well give it a try. 。Although Peng Dayong hadn't drunk much, his eyes were still bloodshot when he spoke of the Blood-Colored Forbidden Zone. 。Lu XiaTian couldn't help but fall silent. Right now, the number of Foundation Establishment Pills had decreased significantly. 。Every cultivator of the foundation-building stage in each sect cannot directly obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill. 。A group of blood-related disciples with the cultivation base of foundation establishment will definitely enter the Blood Forbidden Land. 。

Inside the Blackwater Village mine, he had already witnessed the power of the Black Flood Scissors. Even though his strength had greatly increased now, he still lacked the ability to directly confront it.

Peng Da used because his aptitude was too poor, other remote choices, he had to enter the blood forbidden area, in order to build a foundation pill, needed to use his life to fight. 。He, too, was not so different. 。Just thinking about facing the attacks of magical artifacts in the blood-colored forbidden zone, Lu Xia Tian couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. 。The feeling of having your life and death controlled by others is very unpleasant. 。Placing his own life in the hands of a disciple with magic artifacts in Lingxiao Palace, Lu Xia Tian also didn't trust 。At critical junctures, others will just as readily discard these ordinary cultivators. 。He had seen this sort of thing many times while adventuring in the Moonlit Mountains. 。The only way to make him immune to the influence of others and be treated as an abandoned child is 。He also possesses a magic weapon. 。Lu XiaTian pondered for a moment, but magic artifacts weren't something you could just get your hands on. The Lingxiao Palace marketplace was hard pressed to produce even one, and even with a large sum of spirit stones in his barrier, sometimes money couldn't buy magic artifacts. 。To have spirit stones forged, one would need someone skilled in the art. He had no connections within Lingxiao Palace for such a thing. If Qian Dali were to learn of this, he would surely meet his demise. 。It was Weng Zhihan who mentioned that he had given money to make a blood-reducing gourd as a gift. 。Lu Xiaoteng narrowed his eyes, maybe he should start with Weng Zhihan about the artifact. 。Three days later, Lu Xia Tian collected the seeds of Xuesheng Teng, another main material for refining the Binding Demon Rope. 。On the back of a gigantic spirit eagle, Weng Zhihan felt the piercing cold wind but was filled not with chill, but with unrestrained excitement and fervor. If he wasn't afraid of falling off the spirit eagle, Weng Zhihan would have already raised his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs. He had thought he would never escape the black water village mine, but now, he could see the light of day so soon! 。

Lu Xiaoxian closed his eyes slightly. He didn't know the way, so he left the task of controlling the spirit eagle to travel to Weng Zhihan. Three days ago, after leaving Fangshi through Peng Dayu's introduction, he returned directly to Qinglian Peak Domain to register and enter the Blood Forbidden Land.

Then he rushed back to the Blackwater Mine, and it was quite a dramatic affair. When he had left the mine earlier, he had been harassed by Fatty, but the fat monk had publicly refused him, upholding his principles with righteous indignation. Just as Lu Xia Tian felt stuck, ready to return and figure out a solution, unexpectedly, the fat monk approached him in private and brought up the matter again. 。Of course, he also spent nearly two hundred spirit stones for this, allowing that fat man to make a lot of money. 。He is such a hypocrite. 。Besides spending another twenty spirit stones, he inquired through Fatty's connections about what happened when Weng Zhihan entered the mine that year. He discovered that someone had indeed tampered with things, using a fabricated charge to expel Weng Zhihan from the disciples of Lingxiao Palace. 。At this time, Ong Zhihan probably didn't know that he had been briefly checked by Lu Xiaoteng. 。"Master Lu, this is the village where I used to live. I still have a young daughter who has not yet entered the immortal path. It's been over twenty years since I last saw her, and I also want to go and see her. Besides, it's almost two days away from the treasure land, and the spirit eagle needs to rest along the way." 。"Seeing Lu Xia Tian's slight frown, Weng Zhihan quickly added, “As long as Master Lu has enough ice silkworm silk and the collected blood-sucking vines, using the Blood Spirit Fire of the treasure land, one can refine the magic weapon binding demon rope within three months. This old man guarantees with his head on a platter that he will not delay Master Lu's time.” 。"Just be aware of that in your heart." 。Lu Xia Tian's face flashed a trace of displeasure before he nodded. 。And Ong Zhihan released his breath, Ling Ying suddenly descended. 。Below lies the mundane kingdom, with rolling hills and scattered groves of elm trees amidst a landscape of constant conflict. 。Dozens of thatched cottages are scattered on both sides of a small stream. 。The fields and paths crisscrossed, though the distance to the ground was still dozens of feet, the two men already smelled a faint metallic tang floating up from below. 。Several people, with packs on their backs and faces full of panic, fled from the direction of the fields towards the outside. 。“This, what’s going on” Ong Zhihan’s voice trembled with a hint of panic. Ling Ying was still dozens of feet above the ground, and Ong Zhihan leaped down immediately. This height wasn't much for a cultivator at the later stage of Qi Refining. 。“Stop!” Weng Zhihan stopped several farmers and shouted, “What happened ahead”"You, are you a fairy" An elderly man looked at Weng Zhihan with his white beard fluttering as he descended from the air, riding a spirit eagle. Along with several other farmers, he knelt on the ground. 。“Please, Immortal, help us poor souls! In the entire Huai Tree Village, there are two hundred and eight people. Besides these five of us, all the women were taken by bandits, and all the men were killed by those damned scoundrels!” 。A year-old elder and several escaped elderly and weak were kneeling on the ground sobbing loudly, in excruciating pain. 。"What, bandits Where are the bandits" Wang Zhihan pulled the elder man up from the ground with eyes blazing. 。“East, northeast direction, about thirty miles, there is a Niushou Mountain. Bandits usually bring the captured women and valuables back to the mountain.” 。The elderly man was frightened by Weng Zhihan's appearance and stammered. 。“Little Sparrow, Father is here to save you” 。"Weng Zhihan cried out, drew his spirit sword, and shot off in the northeast direction like lightning." 。"These damn bandits" 。"Lu XiaTian's eyes also flashed a trace of cold killing intent. After experiencing several life-and-death tests, he was merciless against his enemies, but he was especially disgusted by the act of wantonly killing ordinary people." 。Since he'd run into them, he didn't mind taking care of the bandits. 。But Wen Zhihan was already at the late stage of Qi refining, so dealing with a band of bandits was nothing to him. 。Maybe there are still survivors in the mountains. 。As soon as he thought of this, Lu Xiaoteng mounted his spirit eagle and flew towards the small village. 。The closer they got to Da Huaishuitun village, the stronger the smell of blood became. 。One hit, fatal! Lu XiaTian had seen dozens of corpses, all with their carotid arteries severed by a single blow. 。Blood has already dyed the ground red. 。The body is cold, the victim has been dead for some time. 。However, seeing the deceased's astonished and shocked expression frozen on their face, Lu Xia Tian couldn't help but furrow his brow. 。Over a dozen corpses at the village entrance were all like this. Looking at the entire village, there was not a single living person left. The killer was clean and efficient. 。Lu Xia Tian's face was filled with anger, but also a glimmer of ruthlessness. 。"Not good!" Soon, Lu Xia tian reacted and hurriedly summoned the Spiritual Eagle, racing towards Wen Zhihan's direction. 。ated my possible use of the methods of those bald donkeys from the Buddhist sect to escape. Therefore, even if someone who has cultivated Buddhist sect techniques comes into contact with the great for...