Chapter 88

Weng Zhihan said in a low voice, "At first I just wanted to use the spirit on your body to help me refine a demon-binding rope. Then I went to get it back with my own hands. But in order to further clarify your strength, and get it in advance Back to Zhujidan, so I decided to take you to Niu Shou Mountain."

"Building Foundation Pill? How can you, an ordinary Qi-refining monk, have Foundation Establishing Pill!" Lu Xiaotian said with a shocked face, not believing it.

"Is it impossible? Actually, what you know about the grievances between Qian Dali and me is only the tip of the iceberg. The Foundation Establishment Pill that I obtained in this underground palace back then was not one, but two!" He took out the one-size larger inkstone from his package, stretched out his hand, and the inkstone made of bluestone was crushed, revealing a small cloth bag inside. Weng Zhihan opened the cloth bag, and inside was a pill bottle, exuding a strong fragrance of pills. This kind of ordinary pill bottle couldn't isolate the breath of Zhuji pill at all.

The corners of Lu Xiaotian's eyes were a little surprised, that piece of shabby-looking sackcloth was quite extraordinary, it was able to isolate the spiritual power of the elixir so thoroughly, making people think that the inkstone was just an ordinary thing, it was a clever design.

"At the beginning, I was attacked by Qian Dali and was seriously injured. I knew that if I carried this Foundation Establishment Pill with me, Qian Dali would definitely snatch it. So I specially wrapped it up and put it elsewhere. Then I fled back to Lingxiao Palace. Because If Qian Dali catches me on the way, if he fails to find the elixir on me, he will definitely not kill me, so he can save his life."

Speaking of this arrangement, Weng Zhihan shook his bald head triumphantly. Then he said in a bitter voice, "Who knew that old thing Qian Dali had a good relationship with immortals, and at such a young age, he was able to succeed in building a foundation by luck, and even trapped the old man in the mine of Heishuizhai never to see the light of day. If he hadn't met You, I'm afraid I really don't have a chance to come out again. From this aspect, I really have to thank you. "

"You thanked me in this way?" Lu Xiaotian said as he sat down with his back against the stone wall in pain.

"Cultivating the way of immortality, the weak prey on the strong. Although you are decisive and resolute, I have never seen you in my life, but you are a young man with arrogance in your heart. You think that your strength is strong and your cultivation is much higher than mine, so you think I can't wrestle you. Palm? What a dream!"

Weng Zhihan snorted coldly, and then looked at Lu Xiaotian greedily, "Of course, there must be some great secret in you, otherwise, how could you cultivate your spells to such a superb level while rapidly improving your cultivation? , and at the same time is an extremely powerful insect cultivator. He can also make alchemy. To be honest, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn’t believe that an ordinary monk could achieve your level. But from now on, everything about you, Naturally, it's mine too. Before you die, don't you plan to say something? Tell your secret honestly, for the sake of friendship, I can let you die more quickly."

"I only have one word for an old thing like you with sinister intentions." Lu Xiaotian said harshly.

"What are you talking about?" Weng Zhihan's old face darkened, and he tightened his hand holding the Yaosuo. Judging by Lu Xiaotian's posture, he didn't plan to cooperate anymore.

"You can go to hell." Lu Xiaotian's mouth suddenly twitched, and with a wave of his left hand, a black shadow flashed past.

"Are you not injured?" Weng Zhihan was startled at first, then smiled coldly, and swung the demon-binding rope with his right hand to resist Lu Xiaotian's dying counterattack. Lu Xiaotian's hole cards came out endlessly, he was very afraid of Lu Xiaotian, so even when he was talking just now, he was still secretly on guard.

Now that he has the magic weapon in his hand, even if Lu Xiaotian has some trump cards, he is just an ordinary monk who has been in the Lingxiao Palace for more than six years. How powerful can he be?

The demon-binding rope swung out with a bang. Even if it is a top-grade spiritual weapon, it can't withstand the blow of the demon-binding rope. The demon-binding rope is quite spiritual, once the rope is wound, it will encircle the shadow. It's just that Weng Zhihan didn't expect that the black shadow was quite sharp. Under the violent tremor, the shadow dissipated, revealing a small black sword inside. .

"Flying Sword! Impossible, how could you have a magic weapon!" Weng Zhihan screamed, looking hysterical and terrified.

"Since you even have Jidan, why can't I have a magic weapon?"

Lu Xiaotian asked back, and manipulated the magic sword to wipe Weng Zhihan's neck. Weng Zhihan was taken aback immediately, and quickly blocked it with the demon-binding rope, but the black sword only made a feint, then turned abruptly, going straight down, his skin was torn apart.

Weng Zhihan screamed, and backed away suddenly, a sword wound with deep bones visible appeared on his waist, and at the same time, the storage bag snatched from the black-armored man was also cut off by the sword. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and sucked the storage bag into his hand. Just now Weng Zhihan placed the Jidan in it, Lu Xiaotian was a little excited, he didn't expect that the Jidan he had been thinking about so much, he got it like this, and these months of running around were not in vain.

"You, return the Foundation Establishment Pill to me, I will fight with you!" Weng Zhihan was so angry that he ignored his waist, and controlled the demon-binding rope to roll towards Lu Xiaotian like a mad tiger.

"It's up to you, but the seventh level of Qi Refining is still a little bit worse." Lu Xiaotian smiled. The black magic sword has been sacrificed for several months, completely erasing the aura left by the black-robed old man. It's been like a finger.

And although Weng Zhihan used the refining tool to deceive him a lot of middle-grade spirit stones, it can consume a long time. But the cultivation is not as good as Lu Xiaotian after all, it is several layers behind, and although the demon-binding rope is also extremely powerful, it is just a magic weapon that has just been refined, and it has not been contaminated by any monk's breath. It is relatively easy to refine, but it also needs to be sacrificed After all, if Weng Zhihan was given time to spend a stick of incense, it would be a lot of trouble to deal with Weng Zhihan.

But as soon as it was refined, Lu Xiaotian repelled the eight people from the Black Iron Tower, and did not give Weng Zhihan time to refine the demon-binding rope. Originally Weng Zhihan thought that with the magic weapon in his hand, even without refining it, he could stabilize Lu Xiaotian. Who would have expected that Lu Xiaotian, an ordinary monk with no background, would own a magic weapon. Weng Zhihan scratched his head and couldn't figure it out, if he had the magic weapon, why would he be killed by the Lingxiao Palace disciple who had the black scissors in the mine and ran away in embarrassment?

After several fights, ropes and swords are exchanged. Several more wounds were added to Weng Zhihan's body. Due to the gap in cultivation between the two, in addition, Lu Xiaotian's control over the magic weapon is obviously better.

With a flash of the black dharma sword, Weng Zhihan let out a scream, and the right arm holding the demon-binding rope broke off at the root. Regardless of the severe pain in his body, Weng Zhihan stretched out his left hand to grab the demon-binding rope in his hand, pinching the last straw to save his life.

It's just that Lu Xiaotian is much faster than the speed. Two small fireballs flew towards him one after another, and Weng Zhihan had to shrink back. In an instant, Lu Xiaotian flew forward a few feet, and grabbed the demon-binding rope in his hand.

"Why don't you kill me?" Having lost the last reliance, Weng Zhihan's face turned ashen, and he gave up all resistance. In fact, resistance was useless. Lu Xiaotian now has two magic weapons in his hand, and he wants to take his life without any trouble. Blow the dust.