Chapter 85 Small Black Sword

Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand to capture the Boundary Breaker into the palm of his hand, feeling quite emotional. In the more than six years in the mine in Heishuizhai, he has cultivated the puppet shadow technique to a small degree, and at the same time refined the five elements seal. The shadow ants have also been fed to nearly a thousand, which can withstand a large amount of attrition. He also got his wish and became a Qi-refining Dzogchen monk, and Hua Bao was also promoted to the third-order peak monster beast under the feeding of a large number of high-quality beast spirit pills. Lu Xiaotian's strength has improved by leaps and bounds. The only thing is that the world-breaker has been unable to hatch for a long time.

Now the hard work has finally paid off, and judging from the current situation, the few remaining eggs should be dead. No matter, let's try the storage bag of the black-robed old man first.

Although it has been more than ten years since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, he has experienced all kinds of life and death fights and intrigues, but the one who impressed him the most is undoubtedly the cheap master who brought him on the road of cultivating immortals, the old man in black.

Even with his current level of Qi Refining Great Consummation, his strength is not inferior to that of the black-robed old man back then, but Lu Xiaotian still cannot open the storage bag of the black-robed old man with his spiritual sense. The more so, the more he felt that the things in the bag were not trivial.

The Boundary Breaker can break some weird mental restrictions, and it is likely to be successful. However, the storage bag is a space treasure after all, and if it is forcibly opened by special means, it is likely to cause some things in it to disappear directly.

"Let's take a gamble on luck." Lu Xiaotian put his mind on it, and placed the World Breaker on the storage bag of the black-robed old man.

"Chirp!" The Worldbreaker suddenly became excited, like an animal that has not eaten for a long time suddenly smells delicious food. The round yellow worm crawled up and down the storage bag, sniffing east and west. Climbing to a corner of the storage bag, the insect's head suddenly raised up, and it bit down fiercely.

Lu Xiaotian was surprised to find that there was a layer of net-like restriction on the storage bag. He tried to touch this layer of net-like restriction with his consciousness, and his consciousness was bounced back as before.

Sure enough, it was this layer of restriction. After Lu Xiaotian's spiritual consciousness was blocked, he was not angry but happy. This layer of restriction was invisible before, and it was not highlighted until a corner was bitten by the world breaking insect. It seemed that the Boundary Breaker really had an effect on this strange restriction.

He patiently waited for the Worldbreaker to nibble away at the netted restriction. The Boundary Breaker has a good appetite, and within a short while, it devoured the restriction completely. When it swallowed the last bite, its round body suddenly froze, and lay motionless on the storage bag.

"Could it be dead?" Lu Xiaotian hurriedly picked up the Boundary Breaker, only to find that the little guy had fallen asleep, he couldn't help crying and laughing, and sent the Boundary Breaker into the spirit insect bag. Then he picked up the storage bag excitedly with both hands.

With a bang, the storage bag was torn open at some point, and a large number of jade boxes fell out of it.

"Where's the golden flying sword?" Lu Xiaotian was secretly anxious, tumbling in the falling jade box, he didn't see the shadow of the golden flying sword, but he saw a small black sword, and a booklet, two yuan. Weird scales.

"Magic weapon!" Lu Xiaotian cried out in a low voice, he couldn't be more clear about the spiritual pressure of the magic weapon, isn't the flying sword of the old man in black robe golden, and where did this little black sword come from?

"It doesn't matter what color it is, it doesn't matter the golden black sword, as long as it is a magic weapon, that's enough."

Lu Xiaotian rarely felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart. Ever since he knew that the children of the foundation builders could bring magic weapons into the forbidden area, the tremendous pressure and the powerlessness of being controlled by others made him restless. The magic weapon that appeared now allowed Lu Xiaotian to finally get rid of this terrible bondage. Even in the face of these foundations, and even the blood relatives of the Jindan Patriarch, he has the confidence to fight!

With a sense of relief, Lu Xiaotian began to look at other things, opened the book, and found a secret technique of sword within sword.

"No wonder the golden flying sword of the black-robed old man disappeared. It turns out that the golden color is just the color on its surface, and the real magic weapon is the black flying sword hidden in it."

Lu Xiaotian suddenly realized, and wrapped the flying sword with a layer of camouflage, making the enemy think it was just a spirit sword. When the enemy was defenseless, it suddenly burst out the power of the magic weapon, attacking them by surprise. This old man in black robe is really cunning. However, he also made the decision to forge a camouflage layer for the black little sword immediately after returning.

There are many precious spiritual herbs, some for healing, and some for refining vitality pills and Wuhua pills. But he already has them all. At this time, Lu Xiaotian didn't know that the two violets obtained by the old man in black robe from killing the blood dwarves and participating in other spiritual objects had disappeared and disappeared out of thin air due to the use of the Worldbreaker to forcibly break the restriction.

"Why do these two scales look familiar?" Lu Xiaotian was a little puzzled when he came into contact with the black scales.

Before Lu Xiaotian could think about it further, a figure in the distance approached. It was Weng Zhihan who had returned. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand to sweep it, and put all these jade boxes with spiritual herbs into the barrier.

Weng Zhihan hurried back with a large handful of detoxifying herbs, with a happy expression on his face. Although the smell of the detoxifying herbs was a bit strong, it did have a miraculous effect on the poisonous mist, and could even disperse some poisonous insects.

Several hours later, the two passed through the miasma and poisonous fog, and appeared in front of a dilapidated palace, with ruins everywhere.

"I didn't expect that someone would establish a sect in such a place where the poisonous fog is rampant." Lu Xiaotian couldn't hide the surprise on his face. Usually, the ancestors of some cultivating sects would choose to establish sects in places with abundant aura.

"The poisonous mist and miasma are a little too much, but unpaid is not a self-protection method of some small sects. The sects struggling at the bottom of the world of cultivating immortals don't have the strength to occupy a paradise. Besides, under the ruins, there is another mystery. "Weng Zhihan seemed to be a different person when he came here, talking a little more than usual.

"Stop, there's someone." Lu Xiaotian suddenly stopped Weng Zhihan, pulled him aside, and hid him behind a broken bluestone wall.

"Damn it, I was stung several times by those bloody red-headed flies when I came to this ghostly place. It really tickles me to death." A strong man like a black iron tower held a bronze sledgehammer in each hand, and walked forward cursing. . There were indeed a few red, swollen bumps on the dark skin.

"That's right, that kid said there was some treasure here. Before he got the treasure, he fed poisonous mosquitoes and flies. If that kid dares to lie, I will definitely peel his skin when he goes back, so that he can't survive. Please!" You can't die." Another big man with a Chinese face and a big red nose also cursed endlessly.

There were seven or eight people in this group, and the strongest one was the twelfth floor of the Black Iron Tower. Of the remaining seven people, four are in the late stage of Qi refining, and three are in the middle stage of Qi refining.

When hearing the conversation between several people, Weng Zhihan's face changed slightly, and then he was relieved quickly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.