Chapter 102 Mystery Splitting Technique

Lu Xiaotian, who returned to the inn, was not in a relaxed mood. Although he ran on Qian Dali in public to make him useless, people like Qian Dali would definitely not let him go, but he didn't know what methods the other party would take.

Thinking back to the inn just now, the monks on the road all the way out of the way, in awe, ridiculed, or hiding from the plague god, Lu Xiaotian was very depressed.

After calming down, Lu Xiaotian took out the storage bags of the hooked-nosed old man and the others. The first one to open was naturally the storage bag of the hooked-nosed old man. This person was the most troublesome. If another disciple with a magic weapon did not have the top-grade spiritual armor to protect him, he would also be beheaded by this person. That set of swords is extremely domineering. If the other party can have a magic weapon, he might not be able to come back this time.

"Split Mystery Technique!" From the hook-nosed old man driving the sword array, his spiritual sense must be far superior to that of monks of the same rank. Picking up the jade slip in his hand, Lu Xiaotian's spiritual sense entered it, and suddenly saw these simple characters. Next is the secret formula for cultivating spiritual consciousness, and the refining method of God Splitting Blade.

"Splitting God Blade can actually cut a person's soul in half!" Lu Xiaotian was horrified. A person's soul would be seriously injured if he was hit hard by this blow, and the pain of the soul being attacked was extremely human. I can bear it, but this secret technique is actually used for cultivation. The person who created this secret technique is either a genius or a lunatic.

I looked at the other items in the hook-nosed old man's storage bag. Apart from a large pile of spirit stones, there were several spirit objects used to refine the God Splitting Blade.

There are also a few miscellaneous exercises and manuals. There are various spiritual root attributes, and there are several different spiritual weapons. It seems that they should have been intercepted and robbed by other monks.

There is a book in it that is "Little Four Elephants Sword Art". Lu Xiaozai flipped through it and read it, and couldn't help sighing. It turned out that the old man with the hooked nose used the sword array in this kind of sword art. According to the introduction in the sword formula, he, a Qi-refining cultivator, couldn't cultivate successfully at all.

It should be a coincidence that he obtained the Mystery Splitting Technique and practiced it successfully, and his spiritual consciousness has greatly improved. Only in this way can it make sense. Although the Little Four Elephant Sword Formation is extremely powerful, but the time is short, it will not help him enter the Scarlet Forbidden Land. As for whether he will practice after entering the Foundation Establishment Stage, it depends on the situation.

In addition, there is actually a "Hunyuan Jing" in the middle stage of foundation establishment and a broken map.

He soon discovered that the material used for this map was exactly the same as the leather spirit paper of the Hunyuan scriptures.

There is nothing worth looking at in the storage bags of the middle-aged and the stubby man in green shirts, except for spirit stones, which are some spirit herbs that can be exchanged for spirit stones.

"Huh!" Lu Xiaotian opened the old woman's storage bag, a little surprised. Except for three black scales that cannot be seen. There were actually three azure blue poisonous needles. According to the introduction in the book manual, these three shadowless needles were as light as a cow's hair, and they were designed to break the body shield, extremely domineering. In the world of Xiuxiu, strength is always used to judge high and low. This old woman is called the second younger sister by the old man with a hooked nose, and she ranks second. for the elderly.

"Fortunately, this old woman's cultivation base is a bit low, otherwise this time it would be really dangerous." Lu Xiaotian's heart trembled, if it wasn't for the miraculous effect of Bingpo Xuanyin's spiritual attack, once the old woman and the old man besieged him together, He must be no match for four hands.

"Why does this small piece of map look so similar to that of the hooked-nosed old man?"

As soon as Lu Xiaotian was puzzled, he took out the previous map and compared it, and found that the two maps could be spliced ​​together. But this piece is still not a complete map.

The function of the map was not clear to Lu Xiaotian for a while, but it was no accident that it could be collected by two people at the same time, it should be a topographic map somewhere.

After tidying things up, the spirit stones were sent directly into the barrier, except for a few shadowless needles, some useless spirit weapons were directly stored in a storage bag, and Lu Xiaotian was going to find a time to dispose of them.

"It's the mystical splitting technique. You can try it when you have collected all the spiritual objects." After realizing the difficulty of the hooked-nosed old man, Lu Xiaotian also paid special attention to the role of spiritual consciousness.

After packing up his things, Lu Xiaotian took out the elixir and healed his injuries a bit. In fact, his injuries were not serious. Most of the old man's sword array's attacks were blocked by the ice silk silk armor. After taking the elixir, adjust the breath for a while and then heal completely.

The next day, Lu Xiaotian went to Zhou's Forge to retrieve the flying sword. At this time, the flying sword was shining with golden light and extremely sharp. He tried to manipulate it with his spiritual sense, but it could be big or small, quite to his liking.

"Senior brother Lu, how is it?" The strong man with the hammer who was in charge of opening the sword asked with a smile.

"Not bad, very satisfied." Lu Xiaotian settled the remaining spirit stones, turned around and left.

"Senior Brother Lu, wait a moment." Seeing that Lu Xiaotian was about to leave, Iron Hammer hurriedly called.

"Anything else?" Lu Xiaotian asked.

"Brother Lu is going to the Scarlet Forbidden Land. You offended Qian Dali two days ago, and his son Qian Xu will also go this time. Qian Xu is extremely powerful, so be careful. I also heard that Luo Qian has also recovered from his injury. Yes, I should go too." The hammer man said in a low voice.

"Why did you tell me these things?" Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised. Since he publicly contradicted Qian Dali, Peng Dayong, who often came to the door, couldn't even see a shadow. Others are even more afraid to avoid it. Unexpectedly, this stranger with a hammer would remind him, which surprised him somewhat.

"I have a little bit of a feud with Qian Xu, and he must retaliate. Although Qian Dali is a senior who established the foundation, I know exactly what kind of virtue he is. I have long disliked the Qian family and his son, and the others are also very dissatisfied with the Qian family. There are people there, but they are not as courageous as Senior Brother Lu, who dared to stand up to Qian Dali in public." The iron hammer man smiled admiringly.

"I was also pushed by him. The rabbit bites people when it is anxious, let alone people." Lu Xiaotian smiled helplessly, and was about to say a few words when a sound transmission talisman came from a distance.

Lu Xiaotian took the sound transmission talisman, and a majestic voice sounded, "Students from the Qinglian Peak region who have signed up to enter the Scarlet Forbidden Land, go to the foot of Qinglian Peak immediately, and set off in an hour."

"This is the decree from the Wuzhang Peak of Qinglian Peak. Don't waste Senior Brother Lu's time. Senior Brother Lu, hurry up, it will be bad if you delay the time." The big man with the hammer said.

Lu Xiaotian nodded his thanks, this time he learned his lesson and booked Linghe in advance. It took only one stick of incense to reach Qinglian Peak. Under the majestic giant front, there are already more than ten disciples Jinghou here. Peng Dayong saw that Lu Xiaotian's eyes were a little flinching, but he smirked at Lu Xiaotian secretly, followed Peng Dayong's hint and Lu Xiaotian looked over, and saw a thin and small boy in black, somewhat similar to Qian Dali, at this time Looking at it coldly. Lu Xiaotian nodded secretly, he thought Peng Dayong was a fool before, but he misunderstood him.

In this case, he can still secretly remind him that compared to some of his fellow disciples who have fallen into trouble, it is already considered good.

For Qian Dali and the hostile gazes of the two monks beside him, Lu Xiaotian didn't take it seriously, not even his old man, why would he worry about this little one? Lu Xiaotian sat aside on his own, taking a seat to adjust his breath while still having some time.