Chapter 909: Mysterious Letter

When Lu Xiaotian saw Zhan Ming, he planned to escape, and the demon-subduing power of the silver gangs between the silver leaves was still too much. With a thought, the demon-subduing power of the silver gangs between the silver leaves turned into an image of a silver wheel, which instantly floated away. After hundreds of feet, Zhan Ming and his subordinate ghosts enveloped him. The silver light is like a curtain, and this gloomy ghostland re-dissolves into a solemn atmosphere.

Zhan Ming, Zhi Zhou and other ghost commanders resorted to their housekeeping tricks one after another, trying to break free from this Yingang demon circle.

"Fellow Daoist Emperor Yao, let's help the monks of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect." Lu Xiaotian glanced at the stunned Emperor Yao and said.

At this time, Di Yao came back to his senses, facing the opponent's vast Buddhist aura, even the magic skills he practiced felt quite suppressed. It was because he was uncomfortable all over, but just now when he faced Zhan Ming and the Jindan-level ghost clan under his command, he almost caught fire with fewer enemies and more attacks.

And although Lu Xiaotian is also in the late stage of Jindan, he easily suppressed the stronger Zhizhou as soon as he came, and Zhan Ming and his party didn't seem to be exhausted at all, but seemed to have spare strength . They are all Jindan late stage monks, why is there such a big difference between them?

Hearing Lu Xiaotian's reminder, Di Yao woke up like a dream, and slashed at the ghost clan besieging Xiao Qingyu.

After all, Di Yao is the top powerhouse in the later stage of Jindan, even though those ghosts are besieging Xiao Qingyu and others, how can they stop Di Yao. Di Yao took out several Jindan-level ghosts with three strikes, five cuts and two strikes, and then rushed towards the group of Hu Qun who were besieging the silver-armored woman.

The battle between Di Yao and the silver-armored woman rested for a while, and Lu Xiaotian's side has come to an end. Zhan Ming, Zhi Zhou and other dozens of ghost commanders, as well as hundreds of ghost princes, are all shrouded in the Yingang demon circle. When the silver light curtain climbed onto those ghosts, hundreds of ghosts turned into a pool of black water at a speed visible to the naked eye, and those Jindan-level ghosts had only half their bodies left. Strong Zhi Zhou, Zhan Ming Ergui's body is full of bumps, but they are still struggling to hold on.

Lu Xiaotian frowned, and the strength of the Yin Gang's magic circle began to weaken, but the power of the Yin Gang's demons in these ten or so phoenix leaves had been almost consumed, and it was not good to stimulate the power of the Yin Gang. It needs to consume too much mana, but the effect is not small, but it is not that big.

The Buddha Tong silver leaf has been through for too long, and the ten or so silver leaves are not old enough, so there is not much power of the silver gang to subdue demons inside. If you really think about it, it's not as strong as him using the Haoyin gourd to drive the Yinchi ice mist to kill the enemy.

Of course, after the power of subduing demons is exhausted, it can be recovered automatically. It's not a one-time thing. It's not as troublesome as Haoyin Gourd.

"I don't know how powerful the Buddha Tong and silver leaves in the enchantment will be once they cultivate the power of the silver gang to subdue demons."

Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but have some expectations. Although the dozen or so silver leaves in front of him did not achieve the effect he wanted, but thinking that these silver leaves were only exchanged for an eighth-order war tiger puppet, even Lu Xiaotian also had a feeling of picking things up, maybe Miao Ruo Lin, that thick-skinned woman, was secretly scolding herself for being stupid.

Zhan Ming, Zhi Zhou was overjoyed when he saw that the terrifying power of the silver gang to subdue demons had loosened, he didn't even care about the few half-dead Jindan-level subordinates, each of them exploded a cloud of black energy, and fled to the outside world , but escaped only a few tens of feet away, Lu Xiaotian flicked his finger, and the two sword qi came from behind, and directly chopped the two guys who were seriously injured.

Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand to take back more than a dozen pieces of Buddha Tong silver leaves, and the battle in the other two places has also ended. A large number of locust bones were scattered around, Xiao Qingyu and other disciples of the Wanshou Sect looked at Lu Xiaotian reverently.

Many people were so excited that they didn't know what to do. The lord of Lingxiao Palace in front of them had already become a myth among the same ranks in Mochizuki's cultivation world. It's common to see one side but can't get it, and now he is fighting side by side with them.

As for the remaining flying knights, their expressions were complicated, with a bit of fear.

"Thank you fellow daoist Lu for your rescue. If fellow daoist Lu hadn't come this time, I'm afraid there wouldn't be many of us left." Di Yao and the silver-armored woman clasped their hands to Lu Xiaotian.

"It's okay, since we are now joining forces to fight against the ghost clan, we should support each other."

Lu Xiaotian nodded, he didn't like these two people, but he wouldn't turn to each other just because they were monks from the Zhanyue League. After all, Emperor Yao and the Yinjia woman were both monks who were very likely to step into the Nascent Soul Dao. If you offend so much, won't you build up a strong enemy for nothing in the future?

Of course, not showing a face does not mean being enthusiastic. After the polite etiquette, Lu Xiaotian asked Xiao Qingyu again, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, where are my things?"

"Yes, the suzerain has repeatedly confessed that it must be handed over to the palace master." Xiao Qingyu nodded quickly, took out a white jade gourd and handed it to Lu Xiaotian.

Across the white jade gourd, one could feel the amazing spiritual power of the blood in it, and Lu Xiaotian rarely showed a smile on his face, no one would think too little of a good thing. And another large piece of Kongming Sword Stone is also there, and it is still redundant to refine a complete Piaomiao Sword Formation. Gave it all together.

Suddenly, a bone arrow pierced the talisman paper and came through the air. Lu Xiaotian didn't need to take the talisman paper into his hand to see the beautiful handwriting on it.

"The Guishuai Zhizhou you killed just now has a very important identity. The Ghost King Bikong is here, let's go!"

Who would send a letter to himself at this time, and it used this primitive method. Judging from the power fluctuating on the bone arrow, it was clearly the power of ghosts, and it used bone arrows and ghost charm paper. Could it be that the messenger is a member of the ghost clan? I don't know anyone from the ghost clan.

Lu Xiaotian frowned slightly, and a terrifying ghostly aura came from afar.

Those Foundation Establishment monks were almost crushed to the ground by this sudden momentum. Xiao Qingyu, the woman in silver armor and the others all looked shocked.

"Whoever kills my son, take your life!" A sinister voice shook the ears of Lu Xiaotian and others like thunder.

"Scatter and run away, everyone lives in peace." Lu Xiaotian's complexion changed drastically, and the only one who could bring him such pressure was the ghost king. He didn't expect the opponent's ghost king to come so quickly. When the ghost king came, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't take care of Xiao Qingyu and his party.

They scattered like birds and beasts, and if they were delayed for even a moment, they might die faster.

Lu Xiaotian picked a direction alone, and was startled by another astonishing aura, and saw a withered old monster standing in front of the ghost aura. There are some differences.

"Ghost King Bikong, after the battle in Wangyue City, he actually attacked the juniors. Is it too lowly?"

The withered old man was the exterminated Yin corpse old monster of the Southern Wilderness Ghost Corpse Sect. The ghost king level masters were dispatched, and the Nascent Soul monks of the great immortal world were naturally not just for nothing. For the golden core below, the low-level cultivators have already lost a lot. If the ghost king is allowed to slaughter the juniors wantonly, will it be true that the great cultivators will not be able to succeed?