Chapter 998 Exchange by chance

"That's right, Mochizuki's aura is a bit thinner after all. I don't have enough opportunities. I plan to explore the secret realm that came out recently. The secret realm is very dangerous, and I don't know when I will be able to return." Lu Xiaotian said truthfully.

"Junior brother Lu is so firm in his heart to the Tao, I have nothing to persuade. The water in Lingxiao Palace is too shallow. I also expected that there would be a day when Junior Brother Lu would leave, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon. quick."

Chen Henian sighed deeply, but soon, Chen Henian said again, "Junior Lu, don't worry, no matter when you come back, you will have a place for Junior Brother Lu in Lingxiao Palace. Those juniors who have a good relationship with you, I and my younger sisters will pay more attention." care."

"Then thank you Senior Brother Chen." Lu Xiaotian nodded.

After talking to Chen Henian, under Chen Henian's urging, Lu Xiaotian rushed straight to Wangyue City.

Before arriving at Wangyue City, he encountered monks from various factions patrolling from time to time, including the area in charge of the Nanhuang monks, and other positions in charge of the various factions of Wangyue. From time to time, you can see Qi refining, and even foundation-building monks fighting ghosts.

Under the feet, a group of white-faced and long-tongued ghosts, black cloaks fluttering, hideous and terrifying, a group of qi refining monks, and a large number of mortal soldiers fled in panic. At a glance, people's heads surged, these qi refining monks and A few mortals add up to thousands.

Just as these low-level Qi refining monks and mortal soldiers were terrified and about to be swallowed up by thousands of low-level ghosts, above the clouds, a silver-haired monk looked down. With a wave of his sleeves, countless sharp Sword Qi descended from mid-air.

Where the sword energy passed, there was a burst of howling, and countless low-level ghosts were torn into pieces.

The remaining sporadic ghost clan screamed and fled in all directions, fearing that they would be chased by the deadly sword energy.

"Thank you, Patriarch!" The mortal soldiers on the ground, as well as many qi refining monks, looked at Lu Xiaotian who was riding the clouds and fog, and knelt down to thank him.

Looking at the many Qi-refining monks here, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help feeling emotional. In comparison, his luck was pretty good at the beginning. I have encountered successive melees in the world of cultivating immortals, followed by a battle with ghosts.

If he had faced the current situation back then, he would have been more or less like cannon fodder.

I don't know whether the one above the head is the ancestor of Jindan or the ancestor of Yuanying, but compared to them, they are both unattainable existences. After the opponent made a shot, he didn't intend to stay any longer, and flew past directly above his head.

Looking at the sporadic ghost clans that had become remnant soldiers, the monks in the Qi refining period, and the coalition formed by secular warriors, they retaliated in hatred and killed all the low-level ghost clans that had killed them before. surrounded. A new killing started again.

At this time, Wangyue City has become the base camp to resist the ghosts. In the Wangyue Mountain Range, the ghost energy is overwhelming, and in the Wangyue City, the Jiuling Xuantian Formation set up by the Wangyue Immortal Cultivation Formation Master continues to draw the spiritual energy in the Wangyue Mountain Range. The attack of ghosts. And there have been no less than hundreds of fierce battles between monks and ghost clans in the two worlds of cultivating immortals, Mochizuki and Nanhuang.

"Mrs. Huaying, why is your complexion so bad?" Lu Xiaotian came to Wangyue City and had nothing to say to the Nascent Soul cultivators in Nanhuang. The first person he met was Mrs. Huaying. At this time, Mrs. Huaying's complexion was gloomy , the breath is much worse than when he left last time. When Lu Xiaotian landed at Gu Jianzong's station in Wangyue City, the other party was also coming towards him.

"Don't mention it, since I broke up with Fellow Daoist Lu, I came back and fought with the ghost clan again. I was beaten into a spider by a ghost king, and I haven't taken it out yet." Mrs. Huaying's face flashed. With a look of pain, it is obvious that he is still enduring the inhuman torture.

"There are so many capable people and strangers in Wangyue's world of cultivating immortals, so there's nothing they can do about a ghost pincer bead?" Lu Xiaotian asked in puzzlement.

"Originally, there is a way. As long as there is a skeleton of the ghost king in the middle stage, it is enough to lure the spider in my body. It's just that during this period of time, Mochizuki and Nanhuang's high-level officials have been planning a big event. There are not many Ghost King Realm masters, even if there are bones, they have been used elsewhere in advance. As a result, the injury on my body has been delayed until now." Mrs. Hua Ying said with a somewhat helpless expression.

"The skeleton of the ghost king middle stage?" A strange look flashed across Lu Xiaotian's face.

"Why, Fellow Daoist Lu, do you have this thing on your body?" Madam Hua Ying's eyes lit up when she saw Lu Xiaotian's face. If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, even if the other party was a Nascent Soul mid-stage, Madam Hua Ying might not have any hope. After all, the Nascent Soul mid-stage might not be able to fight against the ghost king mid-stage masters.

It's just that Lu Xiaotian is so powerful in front of her, but Mrs. Hua Ying saw it with her own eyes. Even the powerful ghost with a human head and a snake body was shot away by Lu Xiaotian. It is not impossible to have this thing in her hand.

"You're lucky, I happen to have it here." Lu Xiaotian smiled lightly, and took out a skeleton of the Bikong Ghost King to Mrs. Huaying. The skeleton of the Bikong Ghost King was picked up cheaply in the Scarlet Forbidden Land. He really wanted to refine a Nascent Soul Corpse, but he didn't practice this way and didn't have the ability.

He wanted to ask someone who is proficient in this way to help him refine it, but he couldn't find a suitable person at all, and he didn't have the time to wait. But Lu Xiaotian is not too anxious, put it in his hand first, there will always be a chance in the future. If there is one less bone, the problem should not be big.

"Many, thank you." Mrs. Hua Ying was pleasantly surprised and admired when she took the skeleton of the Bikong Ghost King. Surprisingly, the wounds are expected to recover well. As for admiration, except for those great monks, no mid-stage Nascent Soul can say that they can do it steadily. In the eyes of Mrs. Huaying, Lu Xiaotian's strength can be regarded as the upper reaches even among the monks in the mid-Yuanying period.

"Fellow Daoist Lu solved my urgent need, so I will give that spirit dog to Fellow Daoist Lu." Hua Yingfu took over the skeleton of Bikong Ghost King without the slightest doubt. In terms of its breath alone, it was not comparable to that of the Ghost King in the early stage. She and Lu Xiaotian Although his friendship is not bad, it has not reached the level of casually giving expensive gifts, and the Nascent Soul cultivator does not like to owe favors very much. Mrs. Hua Ying thought to herself that there was nothing Lu Xiaotian could fancy, except the spirit dog that had already shown up.

"Fellow Daoist is born with a seven-aperture exquisite heart." Lu Xiaotian laughed when he heard this, as expected, there are not many people who can cultivate to the level of Nascent Soul cultivator. He really took a fancy to the spirit dog. Although this thing has no fighting ability, but with the extremely sensitive sense of smell of the spirit dog, it may come in handy at critical times.

The ability to fight is not strong, but when it is used correctly, it can often decide life and death, just like his real illusion ice pupil, just like the little fire crow.

"It's extremely troublesome to feed the spirit chasing dog. If fellow daoists are short of Baihua dew at any time, I'll ask the sect to prepare some for you." Mrs. Huaying said.

"That's good, if I don't have this thing at that time, I'll ask you." Lu Xiaotian nodded, secretly thinking that this chance may not be great.