Chapter 638: The Wild Monk

The entire Zhenweihou Mansion has been peaceful for two days. Although there are occasional Jindan monks who come in and out to search for possible treasures in the mansion, the few waves of monks who come and go can't find the treasures they want. Instead, some monks are caught in the fire poison.

Until these two days, the phenomenon of absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon disappeared suddenly, which made these Golden Core cultivators peeping from the side unable to let go. Some suffered from the fire poison of the Earth Flame and dispersed directly, and some strong men such as the old monster Yaohe, perhaps entered the Fire Sealing Spirit Formation, saw that there was not much advantage to take advantage of, and instead Encountering the more powerful Diyue Gangsha, he realized the danger on the other side of the Fenghuo Lingzhen, and directly withdrew from Zhenweihou's mansion.

There are also some people who, out of anger, dragged their anger on some servants in the Zhenwei Hou Mansion, or wanted to take those precious spiritual objects from the marquis mansion's spiritual field to make up for the loss.

"The woods are really big and there are all kinds of birds." Lu Xiaotian didn't expect that there would be Jindan monks so unbearable. He thought that these Jindan monks would disperse on their own if they couldn't find the rumored treasure. Toss out these many things.

There was a shrill scream outside the room, mixed with the triumphant laughter of another Golden Core cultivator. Lu Xiaotian frowned, the connection between the monks in Chiyuan Continent and the secular mortals was closer, and they experienced more, but the secular desires involved also increased accordingly. The wooden window of Lu Xiaotian's room opened automatically without wind, and broke out. Although the Weihou Mansion in Zhenzhen has not much relationship with him, after all, he has lived here for more than 20 years. If the situation permits, he does not want to suffer much damage here, and only one tower of Zhenyao has been refined. It is estimated that they will stay here for a long time. Rules must be established, and no one can be allowed to act recklessly. Otherwise, if he really turns this place upside down, his cultivation here will probably not be safe.

Lu Xiaotian's body flickered a few times in the hazy moonlight, and he came to a branch of a laurel tree, overlooking the courtyard at his feet, it was another small courtyard with a middle-aged manager, this middle-aged manager Huang Shennian, a mid-stage foundation builder. for. Two years ago, he married a lovely wife and had no children. At this time, Huang Shennian was tightly bound by a magic weapon rope, his body was twisted and deformed under the rope binding, and it seemed that he couldn't hold it for a long time. And that beautiful woman was also controlled by the horse-faced cultivator with a reddish complexion.

"Scream, the louder you scream, the happier I am!" the horse-faced monk said with a smug smile, "Master, I haven't opened the scorpion for a few months, and your looks are still pretty good, but it's a pity that your third Cao Miss is not here, so I can only let you carry the bag."

Huang Shennian, who was bound by the magic weapon, wailed in pain, his eyes tearing open.

In addition, there is also a cultivator at the early stage of Jindan who is quickly picking the spiritual herbs that are more than two hundred years old in the Lingtian of the Hou Mansion. Although the value is not high, the quantity planted is still quite a lot. Lingshi. Even Jindan cultivators are poor. The higher the cultivation base, the more places to spend. Often the cost required to buy a spiritual object is ridiculously high. Even Golden Core cultivators are divided into three, six, and nine grades, and their hobbies are even more uneven. Some people are rich and some are lustful. From this point of view, there is no essential difference from ordinary people.

Lu Xiaotian's eyes were cold, and with a movement of his figure, the person was already ejected from the laurel tree like an arrow from the string.

"If you dare to act wild here, it seems that you are ready to die!" The deep and cold voice vibrated from Lu Xiaotian's mouth, and under the condition that Lu Xiaotian did it intentionally, it spread throughout the Zhenweihou Mansion.

At this time, there were seven or eight Jindan cultivators who were still lingering around Zhenweihou's mansion. When they heard this cold voice, they were either surprised, sneered, or surprised. What was surprising was that so many of them stayed in Zhenweihou's mansion for so long, but they didn't find that there was a Golden Core cultivator hidden here. Judging from the tone of his voice, his strength should not be weak. The sneer was that there should be only one person on the other side who dared to speak such wild words. It's really overwhelming, among them, there are still strong people in the late stage of Jindan.

However, some people were ecstatic when they heard this voice. The entire Zhenweihou Mansion has been living in trepidation these days. Many people still have fresh memories of how the black-clothed monk was severely injured by several arrows. When Master Hou is not around, maybe only this mysterious man in black can protect them. After all this time, they all forgot about it. After all, the man in black appeared like a ghost, but now that the man in black appeared again, it made everyone feel hopeful.

At first, the horse-faced monk felt that he had made a mistake and wanted to relax, but when he heard that incomparably cold voice, the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end, and he felt a chill on his scalp. There is no more desire to hunt for beauty. The backhand is a palm, and it is slapped towards the attacking threat on the back.

The incomparably cold air caused a layer of cold hoarfrost to quickly cover the area where the small courtyard was located. On the ground, on the blue tiles, and on the pillars, there were shallow layers of condensed ice everywhere. But Huang Shennian, who had built a foundation, and the young woman controlled by the horse-faced monk were even shivering from the cold. The severe cold spread again, and it was not impossible for the two foundation-builder cultivators to be frozen to death.

It turned out to be an ice-type monk, but it was a bit hot, but it was a pity that he used the most inappropriate means to deal with him. He had already refined the Demon Suppressing Tower, and the Vatican Spirit Fire entered his body.

Lu Xiaotian didn't evade, and his speed increased a little more, his whole body was like a flowing shadow in the night sky, and the distance between him and the horse-faced monk was getting closer.

There was a low puff, and there was no such huge bursting impact. It was because the two of them had reached an astonishing level of control over their mana.

"Hey, if you dare to ruin the good work of the uncle, die." A cruel smile flashed across the face of the horse-faced monk. His palm was so simple. There was a swishing sound inside the bulging sleeves of the horse-faced monk. , two ice blue, as thin as a cow's hair, as fast as lightning, and less than two inches long ice needles were shooting towards Lu Xiaotian's chest, within such a short distance, it was impossible for anyone to dodge.

Lu Xiaotian was covered in black clothes, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and his eyes were full of surprises. He didn't expect that this horse-faced monk would have such a sinister move. In the past, and the attack speed of this thin needle was ridiculously fast, don't Speaking of him, even some late Golden Core cultivators might not be able to easily avoid him.

The horse-faced monk looked proud. If he didn't have such a backhand, how could he let the black-clothed monk get so close. A long time ago, the magic weapon was sacrificed and blasted out directly. With this move, he has already killed three monks of the same rank. It is really daring and arrogant to even make a sound when making a move. The arrogant person must pay a huge price, and that is death.