Chapter 85 Little Black Sword
Lu Xiaotian reached out and took the world-breaking insect into the palm of his hand, feeling quite emotional. During the more than six years in the Heishui Village Mine, he practiced the puppetry technique to a small degree, and at the same time refined the Five Elements Seal. Shadow ants have also been fed to nearly a thousand, which can withstand a large number of attrition wars. He also got his wish and became a Qi Refining Dzogchen monk, and Huabao also advanced to the third level of peak monster beast after being fed a large number of high-quality beast spirit pills. Lu Xiaotian’s strength has grown by leaps and bounds. The only thing is that the world-breaking insect has been unable to hatch.
Now the hard work has finally paid off. Judging from the current situation, the remaining few should be dead eggs. No matter, let’s try the storage bag of the old man in black robe first.
Although he has been on the road to cultivating immortality for more than ten years and has experienced various life-and-death battles and intrigues, the one who impressed him the most was undoubtedly the cheap master who led him on the road to cultivating immortality, the old man in black robe.
Even now, with his Qi Refining Great Perfection state, his strength is not inferior to that of the old man in black robe, but Lu Xiaotian still cannot use his spiritual consciousness to open the old man in black robe's storage bag. The more this happened, the more he felt that what was in the bag was extraordinary.
Boundary Breaking Insects can break some strange spiritual restrictions, and it is almost impossible to do so. However, the storage bag is a space treasure after all. Forcibly opening it with special means may cause some of the items in it to disappear directly.
“Let’s bet on luck.” Lu Xiaotian made a move and placed the boundary-breaking insect on the black-robed old man’s storage bag.
"Chirp!" The World Breaker suddenly became excited, like an animal that had not eaten for a long time and suddenly smelled delicious food. The round yellow insect crawled up and down the storage bag, sniffing east and west. Climbing to the corner of the storage bag, the insect suddenly raised its head and bit into it fiercely.
Lu Xiaotian was surprised to find that a layer of mesh-like restrictions appeared on the storage bag. He tried to use his spiritual consciousness to touch this layer of mesh-like restrictions, and his consciousness was indeed bounced back as before.
As expected, 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 not visible before, and it was not until a corner was bitten by the boundary-breaking insect that it became prominent. It seems that the Boundary Breaking Insect really has an effect on this weird restriction.
He waited patiently for the boundary-breaking insects to eat away at this network of restrictions. The world-breaking insect has a very good appetite, and within a moment, it devoured the forbidden food completely. When it swallowed the last bite, the round insect body suddenly froze, and it lay motionless on the storage bag.
"Maybe he's dead." Lu Xiaotian quickly picked up the world-breaking insect, and then realized that the little guy had fallen asleep. He couldn't help but laugh and cry, and put the world-breaking insect into the spirit insect bag. Then he excitedly picked up the storage bag with both hands.
There was a crash, and the storage bag broke open at some point, and a large number of jade boxes fell out.
“Where is that golden flying sword?” Lu Xiaotian was secretly anxious, tumbling around in the fallen jade box. He didn’t see the shadow of the golden flying sword, but he saw a small black sword. There is a book and two strange scales.
"Magical weapon!" Lu Xiaotian cried out in a low voice. He knew very well about the spiritual pressure of the magical weapon. Isn't the flying sword of the old man in black robe golden? Where did this small black sword come from? Come?
"It doesn't matter what color it is, no matter the golden or black sword, as long as it is a magic weapon, it is enough."
Lu Xiaotian felt a rare and inexplicable sense of relief in his heart, ever since he knew that the disciples of foundation-building masters could bring magic weapons into forbidden areas. , that kind of tremendous pressure, and the feeling of powerlessness after having his life and death controlled by others made him unable to sleep or eat well. The magical weapon that appeared now allowed Lu Xiaotian to finally get rid of this terrible shackles. Even if he faced these foundation builders, or even the blood descendants of the ancestor of the Golden Pill, he would still have the confidence to fight!
With a sense of relief, Lu Xiaotian began to look at other things and opened the book manual. It turned out to be a secret technique of sword within a sword.
“No wonder the golden flying sword of the old man in black robe disappeared. It turns out that gold is just the color of its surface, and the real magic weapon is the black flying sword hidden inside.” Lu Xiaotian suddenly realized, and used a layer of disguise to The flying sword is wrapped up, making the enemy think it is just a spiritual sword. When the enemy is defenseless, the power of the magic weapon suddenly bursts out, catching him off guard. This old man in black robe is really cunning. However, he also made the decision to refine a camouflage layer for the black sword immediately after returning.
There are many precious spiritual herbs, some for healing, and some for refining the Vitality Pill and Wuhua Pill. But he already has these. At this time, Lu Xiaotian did not know that due to the use of boundary-breaking insects to forcefully break the restriction, the two violet plants and some other spiritual objects obtained by the old man in black robes from killing the blood dwarfs had disappeared and disappeared out of thin air.
“Why do these two scales look familiar?” Lu Xiaotian was a little confused when he came into contact with the black scales.
Before Lu Xiaotian could think further, a figure approached in the distance. It was Weng Zhihan who had returned. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and swept all the jade boxes containing spiritual herbs into the barrier.
Weng Zhihan hurried back with a large handful of detoxifying grass, with a happy face. Although the smell of this detoxifying grass is a bit stronger, it does have a miraculous effect on poisonous fog and can even drive away some poisonous insects. .
A few hours later, the two passed through the miasma and poisonous fog and appeared in front of a dilapidated palace, with ruins and broken walls everywhere.
"I didn't expect that someone would establish a sect in a place where poisonous fog is rampant." Lu Xiaotian couldn't hide the surprise on his face. Usually, the ancestors of some immortal sects would choose to establish sects in places with abundant spiritual energy.
“There is too much poisonous mist and miasma, but unpaid debt is not a means of self-protection for some small sects. Sects struggling at the bottom of the world of immortality do not have the strength to occupy a paradise. Besides, under this ruins, , but there is another mystery." Weng Zhihan seemed to be a different person when he arrived here, talking a little more than usual.
“Stop, there is someone.” Lu Xiaotian suddenly stopped Weng Zhihan, pulled him aside, and hid him behind a broken bluestone wall.
“Damn it, I got bitten several times by those damn red-headed flies when I came to this damn place. It really tickled me to death.” A strong man like a black iron tower held a bronze sledgehammer in each hand. , cursing and walking forward. There are indeed a few red and swollen pimples on the dark skin.
“That’s right, that kid said there was some treasure here. Now that I haven’t got the treasure, I first fed poisonous mosquitoes and flies. If that kid dares to lie, I will definitely skin him when he goes back. Let him not be able to live or die." Another man with a Chinese character face and a big red nose also cursed endlessly.
There were actually seven or eight people in this group, and the strongest one was the one from the twelfth level of Qi Refining in the Black Iron Tower. Four of the remaining seven people are in the late stage of Qi refining, and three are in the middle stage of Qi refining.
When he heard the conversation between several people, Weng Zhihan's expression changed slightly, and then he soon felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.
(End of this chapter)