Chapter 854: Siqing Cliff
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the continuous green peaks go straight into the sky, and the familiar peak area appears again. At this time, it came to the area under the jurisdiction of Lingxiao Palace again. The mountain was still the same mountain, but it was no longer the bustle of the past when spirit birds came and went, spirit beasts roared, and monks went to and from the training ground, the market, and the palace of handymen.
The peaks and regions were originally filled with a large number of planted spirit grasses and spirit trees. During the nearly two hundred years of melee in the world of cultivating immortals, due to consumption, some of their value have almost been collected. And the periphery of Lingxiao Palace also seemed to have been damaged to some extent, leaving a lot of aura of Golden Core cultivators.
There is also a lot of violent thunder magic power. It seems that not long ago, there was a battle between the foundation cultivators here. The flames of war have reached Lingxiao Palace.
Only the white mist escaping between the mountains remains the same as before.
"Stop, whoever dares to trespass into Lingxiao Palace!"
Although most of the people from Lingxiao Palace went to Tianjian Mountain to fight against the main force of the enemy monks, there were only a few monks stationed in the dozens of peaks, but the monks patrolling the mountain still quickly discovered that Lu Xiaotian's team was not hiding A monk who goes to Tibet.
The two were dressed in spiritual armor, sacrificed their weapons, and looked at Lu Xiaotian and his group with alert expressions.
"Lu Xiaotian from the Qinglian Peak Region, return to the Lingxiao Palace, who is in charge of the Lingxiao Palace now!" Lu Xiaotian used part of his mana, his voice was like Hong Zhong Dalu, and moved towards the dozens of peaks in the Lingxiao Palace.
Yuan Min was startled inwardly, previously only said that Lu Xiaotian was an individual cultivator, but now that Lu Xiaotian was deliberately using his mana, Yuan Min was shocked to discover that Lu Xiaotian's mana had reached an unbelievable level. The sound is like a torrent of bells, loud but not harmful, it hangs over the Lingxiao Palace without dispersing. Although it's not against the enemy, Yuan Min's control is far behind.
whoosh whoosh.
Hundreds of figures flew into the air with their own swords. Among them, a middle-aged man who looked familiar and a middle-aged woman in a green shirt were particularly excited when they saw Lu Xiaotian.
When other people saw Lu Xiaotian at this moment, they were also excited. Perhaps due to the passage of time, other sects couldn't remember Lu Xiaotian for a while, but for Lingxiao Palace, those Jindan monks left behind far less reputation than the Lu Xiaotian in front of them. In Lingxiao Palace, the silver-haired monk in front of him has already become a legend, and it has been passed down to this day in Lingxiao Palace.
Especially in the past few years, Lingxiao Palace has suffered heavy losses in the melee of cultivating immortals, and the high-level monks are dying day by day. Lingxiao Palace needs a spiritual support for the low-level monks to persevere. And Lu Xiaotian is the spiritual source that allows these people who grew up in Lingxiao Palace to talk about it.
Wangyue's world of cultivating immortals, sects, and families of cultivating immortals are countless, who can ride one by one, and kill the blood of the Flying Cavalry tribe, who is famous for his fierce reputation, and who can persuade countless monks of the same rank in the world of cultivating immortals to dare to fight? challenge!
"Master Lu, Uncle Lu, have you become a Golden Core cultivator?" The two people who rushed out at the head were Luo Kang and his cousin He Liping, who successfully built the foundation at Lu Xiaotian Qingyue Peak back then. The monk who established the foundation only lived for about three hundred years.
Lu Xiaotian has been away for nearly 150 years, but under the shadow of Lu Xiaotian, the two ordinary qi refining disciples succeeded in building foundations one after another, and they have survived the war to this day, and they have reached the stage of the late stage of foundation building , and the two have bid farewell to their former youth, leaving obvious traces of time on their faces.
"Meet Uncle Lu!"
The hundred or so Foundation Establishment cultivators leaned over one after another in mid-air. The legend that was handed down from Lingxiao Palace a hundred years ago was right in front of them. Lu Xiaotian has already fallen, and he never thought that he would return to the mountain gate today. And when he came back, he was already a high-ranking Jindan monk.
In addition to these foundation-building monks, those tens of thousands of Qi-refining monks who have not been able to fly with their weapons are also looking down from the mountain. At the time when the morale of Lingxiao Palace was at a low point, Lu Xiaotian, who was famous in the past, unexpectedly returned.
"Excuse me, who is in charge of Lingxiao Palace now?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Back to Martial Uncle Lu, the Palace Master has already led the main force of the Immortal Palace to Tianjian Mountain to fight a decisive battle with the main force of the enemy. It is now that Uncle Luo is in charge of the overall situation in Lingxiao Palace. It will be unfamiliar." Luo Kang said hastily.
"But Luo Qian?" Lu Xiaotian was taken aback. Among the monks surnamed Luo he knew, Luo Qian was the only one who had fought side by side. After the stimulation, his temperament calmed down a lot. With Luo Qian's aptitude, he solved the problem of congealing the golden elixir, and with Lei Wantian's master, it is not difficult to condense the golden elixir.
I was hunted down by Zhou Tong in the early years, entered the blue devil sea area, and studied for decades in the foundation building Dzogchen realm. Although Luo Qian's early cultivation base was a little lower than his own, decades of time are enough for him to catch up . Lu Xiaotian formed the alchemy with the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and people like Luo Qian began to form alchemy in the later stage of Foundation Establishment, so naturally they should not be left behind by themselves.
"It's this Uncle Luo." Luo Kang nodded, he naturally didn't dare to call Luo Qian's name directly like Lu Xiaotian.
"Since that's the case, why didn't you see Luo Qian coming?"
Lu Xiaotian was a little puzzled, these foundation-building monks had already come, and Luo Qian's cultivation base shouldn't be so slow. No, the lightning magic power just now belonged to Luo Qian. It seems that Luo Qian was most likely injured. Lu Xiaotian reacted quickly.
"Luo, Uncle Luo's condition is not very good. He suffered some injuries in the early years, and now the entire Lingxiao Palace is full of elites. In the entire palace, there is only Uncle Luo, a Golden Core cultivator, sitting in charge." Luo Kang said with a dark expression. .
"Where is Luo Qian?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"In Siqingya in Lingtian Peak Region, apart from the incoming Jindan cultivators from other lands, invading the mountain gate. Uncle Luo never leaves Siqingya." Luo Kang sighed and said, "Juniors and others speak lightly. Uncle Lu and Luo Uncle Master is old, so he also tried to persuade Uncle Luo."
"Siqingya!" Lu Xiaotian's body trembled, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. Although he hadn't arrived, but hearing his name, we can know what happened in the years he left. The only one who can make Luo Qian like this is Su Qing who is arrogant and arrogant, who else is there.
"These people are my friends, you welcome me, I'll go to see Junior Brother Luo." Lu Xiaotian sighed sadly, his figure was like lightning, and everyone felt a blur in front of them, and they had already lost sight of Lu Xiaotian.
There is no shortage of lovers in the ruthless cultivation of immortality. Although they may not be between men and women, Yuan Min can clearly see the sadness on Lu Xiaotian's face.
In the peak area of the floating sky, the fallen leaves are rustling, and the cold mountain wind blows a little bit of coolness. On the wall of Qianren Mountain, there are a few blood-stained words on Siqingya.
"But senior brother Lu, forgive me for not welcoming you from far away, let's come down and talk about it." An old voice sounded from under the cliff.
