Chapter 854 Siqing Cliff
The mountains are beautiful, the green peaks reach straight into the sky, and the familiar peaks appear in front of you again. At this time, we came to the area under the jurisdiction of Lingxiao Palace again. The mountain was still the same mountain, but it was no longer as lively as it used to be when spirit birds came and went, spirit beasts roared, and monks went to and fro the training ground, the market, and the servant hall.
The various peak regions were originally filled with a large number of spiritual grasses and spiritual trees planted in large quantities. In the past two hundred years of melee in the world of cultivating immortals, due to consumption, almost all the valuable ones have been collected. The periphery of Lingxiao Palace seemed to have been damaged to a certain extent, and the aura of many Jindan monks remained.
There are also a lot of violent thunder magic powers. It seems that there was a battle between the foundation-building monks not long ago. The flames of war have actually reached Lingxiao Palace.
Only the white mist escaping between the mountain peaks remains the same as before.
"Stop, who dares to trespass into Lingxiao Palace!"
Although most of the people in Lingxiao Palace have gone to Tianjian Mountain to fight the main force of enemy monks, there are only a few monks left in these dozens of peaks. Stationed, but the monks patrolling the mountain still quickly discovered Lu Xiaotian's group of monks who had not hidden themselves.
The two men were dressed in spiritual armor, holding out weapons, and looked at Lu Xiaotian and his group with wary expressions.
"Qinglian Peak Domain Lu Xiaotian has returned to Lingxiao Palace, who will be in charge of Lingxiao Palace now!" Lu Xiaotian used part of his magic power, and his voice was like a big bell, and the dozens of peak domains in Lingxiao Palace shook. go.
Yuan Min was secretly shocked. Before, he only knew that Lu Xiaotian was an individual cultivator. Now when Lu Xiaotian deliberately used his magic power, Yuan Min suddenly discovered that Lu Xiaotian's magic power had reached an unbelievable level. The sound was like a loud bell, loud but not harmful, and it shrouded the sky above Lingxiao Palace and never dispersed. Although he was not an enemy, Yuan Min thought that this level of control was far beyond his capabilities.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Hundreds of figures flew into the air with their swords. Among them, a middle-aged man who looked familiar and a middle-aged woman in green clothes were particularly excited after seeing Lu Xiaotian.
Others were also excited when they saw Lu Xiaotian. Perhaps due to the passage of time, other sects could not remember Lu Xiaotian for a while, but as far as Lingxiao Palace was concerned, the reputation left by those Jindan monks was far less than that of Lu Xiaotian in front of him. 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 in the world of immortality. With the high-level monks declining day by day, Lingxiao Palace needs a spiritual pillar for the lower-level monks to persevere. And Lu Xiaotian is the source of spiritual comfort that these people who grew up in Lingxiao Palace can talk to.
Wangyue Cultivation World has countless sects and cultivating families. Who can single-handedly kill the notorious Flying Cavalry Tribe and make rivers of blood flow? Who can single-handedly subdue the countless Cultivation Worlds? The monks of the same level dare not accept the challenge!
"Master Lu, Master Lu, have you become a Golden Elixir cultivator?" The two people who rushed out were none other than Luo Kang and his cousin He Liping, who had successfully built the foundation at Qingyue Peak in Lu Xiaotian. The life span of a foundation-building monk is only about three hundred years.
Lu Xiaotian has been away for nearly a hundred and fifty years. However, under the shadow of Lu Xiaotian, the two ordinary Qi refining disciples have successfully built foundations one after another, and have survived in the war to this day. They have reached the late stage of foundation building, and the two of them have bid farewell to their past youth, leaving obvious traces of time on their faces.
“I’ve seen Uncle Lu!”
The hundreds of foundation-building monks were leaning down in mid-air. One hundred and dozens of years ago, the legend that has been passed down by Lingxiao Palace to this day was in In front of me, this person has disappeared since then, and there is no news at all. I thought that Lu Xiaotian had died, but I 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, the tens of thousands of Qi-refining monks who are not yet able to fly with weapons are also looking down the mountain. At this time, the morale of Lingxiao Palace was at a low point, and 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 Master Lu, the palace master has led the main force of the Immortal Palace to Tianjian Mountain to fight the main force of the enemy. Now, Master Luo is in charge of the overall situation in Lingxiao Palace. Master Luo also worked side by side with Master Lu back then. After fighting hard, I think Uncle Lu will be familiar with it," Luo Kang said quickly.
“But Luo Qian?” Lu Xiaotian was startled. Among the monks surnamed Luo he knew, the only one he had fought with was Luo Qian. It seemed that he had already achieved the golden elixir, but Luo Qian After being stimulated by himself back then, Qian's temperament became much calmer. With Luo Qian's qualifications, he solved the problem of condensing golden elixirs, and with Lei Wantian's master, condensing golden elixirs was not difficult.
In his early years, he was chased by Zhou Tong, entered the Blue Demon Sea, and practiced in the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen Realm for decades. Although Luo Qian’s cultivation level was lower than his own in his early years, after decades, It was enough for him to catch up. Lu Xiaotian formed elixirs with the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, while people like Luo Qian began to form elixirs in the later stages of foundation building, so naturally they should not be left behind much.
“It’s this Uncle Luo.” Luo Kang nodded. Naturally, he didn’t dare to call Luo Qian by his name like Lu Xiaotian.
"If that's the case, why don't you see Luo Qian coming?"
Lu Xiaotian is a little confused. These foundation-building monks have already come, so Luo Qian's cultivation shouldn't be so slow. No, the thunder magic power just now belonged to Luo Qian. It seemed that Luo Qian was most likely injured. Lu Xiaotian reacted quickly.
"Luo, Master Luo's condition is not good. He suffered some injuries in his early years. Now the entire Lingxiao Palace is full of elites. In the entire palace, only Master Luo, a golden elixir monk, is in charge." Luo Kang said with a gloomy expression.
"Where is Luo Qian?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"At Siqing Cliff in the Lingtian Peak Domain, apart from the attack of Jindan monks from other lands and intruding on the mountain gate, Master Luo never leaves Siqing Cliff." Luo Kang sighed and said, "Junior, please wait. Everyone spoke softly, but Uncle Lu and Uncle Luo had an old relationship, so they 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 yet, hearing his name, you can know what happened in the years he left. The only person who could make Luo Qian like this is the unruly and arrogant Su Qing, and who else.
"These people are my friends, please welcome them while I go to see Junior Brother Luo." Lu Xiaotian sighed sadly, his figure was like lightning. Everyone felt that Lu Xiaotian was gone for a moment.
There are many lovers in ruthless cultivation of immortality. Although it may not be the love between men and women, Yuan Min can clearly see the sadness on Lu Xiaotian's face.
In the Piaotian Peak area, the fallen leaves are rustling, and the cold mountain wind brings a bit of coolness. On the Qianren Mountain wall, there are several words with dried blood on Siqing Cliff.
“But Senior Brother Lu, I’m sorry for not being far away to greet you, but let’s come down and talk about it.” An old voice sounded from under the cliff.
(End of this chapter)