Chapter 897 Ice Killing and Refining the Corpse
"These idiots are not his opponents, so they won't attack with a blast? Now it is a battle between several major cultivating circles, and this is not an attempt. A time of personal prestige!”
While Wen Changyun and other Nascent Soul cultivators in the Wangyue Cultivation World were in a better mood, Tiancan Xie Zun and other old monsters were naturally furious. Especially after seeing Lu Xiaotian kill four late-stage Jindan masters one after another, they wished they could go into battle and destroy them themselves. Get rid of that silver-haired boy.
But under the pressure of the old monsters on the opposite side, this kind of thought can only be thought in my heart.
“This silver-haired boy is very tricky. The average master of the late Golden Core stage will be at a huge disadvantage against that sword spirit. He must be fast. He must be the top master of the Golden Core stage to be able to fight with him. That girl from the Shui family, still With Di Yao and a few others, we should be able to take him down. The new palace master of Lingxiao Palace has amazing explosive power. We must do it together, not one at a time, otherwise we will inevitably be defeated by them one by one!"
Lord Tiancan Xie said with a gloomy face.
"Yes, we have to work together to have any hope. This kid's explosive power is amazing. No matter whether it is long-range attack or close combat, he has almost no flaws. We can only use the power of everyone to suppress him! It's just that the ancient The two disciples of the Sword Sect are also very powerful. They must recruit more capable juniors to block them, otherwise it will be a huge trouble." Another Nascent Soul monster said.
Everyone made plans again, but it was just to deal with a golden elixir monk. If Lu Xiaotian knew about it, he would definitely feel flattered.
"Since no one dares to fight, I will go and deal with those ghosts first."
Lu Xiaotian was slightly surprised. In fact, Xiao Tiannan and these old monsters only guessed correctly. Partly, he used thunderous means to kill four people, including Ye Guangxun, and then appeared in an arrogant manner. On the one hand, it was to boost the sluggish morale of the Mochizuki Cultivation Circle. The effect now seems to be pretty good.
If he didn't have a purpose, he would just rush up and kill the opponent. With Lu Xiaotian's character, he wouldn't like such nonsense.
On the other hand, Lu Xiaotian wanted to frighten the enemy cultivators and attract a large number of enemy cultivators to attack, so that he could deal with them all at once. If they were spread too thin, it would be inconvenient.
Now the Eight Directions Wind, Thunder and Demonic Formation under my feet has gradually collapsed under the crazy attacks of more than two hundred zombies. The power of the formations set up by Yuan Ganglie and other late-stage Jindan warriors is truly extraordinary. Lu Xiaotian He thought that even if he was trapped now, if he didn't use the spirit of the tenth-level monster, there would be no way he could come out alive.
A large number of corpses were killed by the wind and thunder of the formation, but the light of the formation gradually became thinner. The golden elixir monks who presided over the formation were also on the verge of collapse. After a battle, there were still more than two hundred monk soldiers transformed by the talisman. They fought hard and lost more than a hundred. Now there are still more than a hundred, among which there are many powerful ghost corpses such as the ninth-level peak corpse. .
If these hundreds of zombies were allowed to break through the formation and rush towards the monks from the Wangyue Cultivation Realm, the other monks would not be able to stop them.
Since the monks of the Zhan Yue Alliance cannot gather together for the time being, let's take action on these evil beasts.
After saying this, Lu Xiaotian’s body fell rapidly downwards.
"Palace Master, be careful, these corpse refinings are extremely difficult. Their bodies are not afraid of ordinary alchemy weapons. They are extremely powerful and are good at spraying corpse poison. Don't let them get involved!"
< br>Lei Wantian shouted in the distance, regarding Lu Xiaotian’s new appointment as the master of Lingxiao Palace, he was initially confused after receiving the news from his ancestor. Lu Xiaotian was a junior back then and had disappeared for so many years. Later, after seeing his ancestor's photo of the fight in front of the Lingxiao Palace Mountain Gate, Lei Wantian finally calmed down. At this time, his admiration for Lu Xiaotian, a former junior, had reached the level of admiration. For Lingxiao Palace, which is now severely damaged, among the younger generation of Jindan monks, almost all of the most outstanding ones have withered away. Lu Xiaotian has almost replaced Lingxiao Palace’s hope for the future. Lei Wantian naturally does not want to If anything unexpected happens to Lu Xiaotian.
It's just that Lu Xiaotian was extremely fast and didn't seem to take his words to heart at all. Seeing Lu Xiaotian fall into dozens of refined corpses, Lei Wantian jumped in fear. No matter how strong a person is, facing dozens of corpses that are not afraid of pain or swords, even if they have three heads and six arms, they cannot stop them.
Not to mention Lei Wantian, even the Nascent Soul monsters on both sides were stunned.
"Is this kid looking for death?" Even Xiao Tiannan, a madman, could not imagine how the Golden Core cultivator could escape once he was surrounded by dozens of refined corpses.
"Kill him!" At this time, a man with pus on his face and an extremely terrifying look was the leader of the Ghost Corpse Sect. His voice was full of hatred, and he ordered the zombies.
Because of the appearance of Lu Xiaotian, the more than two hundred corpse vultures of the Ghost Corpse Sect were almost dealt a devastating blow, destroying the hundreds of years of savings of the Ghost Corpse Sect. At this time, who should let the ghosts go? The leader of the corpse sect is the most gnashing of teeth, and it is none other than Lu Xiaotian.
As for the wind and thunder demon formation, it is like a broken leaf in the wind, which can be broken in a blink of an eye. What can be more satisfying than killing this Lingxiao Palace monk!
"Fellow Taoists, follow me and kill the refining corpse! Palace Master Lu, get closer to the formation!"
Yuan Ganglie of the Ancient Sword Sect echoed loudly, fearing that Lu Xiaotian would make a mistake At this time, Lu Xiaotian is not only the palace master of Lingxiao Palace, but also the morale of the entire center in this battle. Once he falls in the battle formation, the impact on the morale of the Wangyue Cultivation World will be incalculable. The war situation may be brought back to the starting point again.
It came so quickly. Lu Xiaotian was calm and patted the storage bag. Psychic objects like the Haoyin Gourd can only be placed in the storage bag. They cannot be placed in the storage bag like the Danyuan Magical Artifact. Put it in the body to nourish it.
A black treasure gourd emerged, and ice mist spurted out from the gourd's mouth. No matter how strong Lu Xiaotian was, he would not be able to survive when faced with so many golden elixir-level corpses at close range. He is not so crazy, but the Yin Chi ice mist in the Haoyin gourd is not something that the Golden Core cultivator can resist.
These refined corpses are just Jindan level corpse monsters, so that's no big deal.
“This is the Yin Chi ice mist that was sacrificed by the old monster Yuanying!” Chen Henian and Chen Heyu stood up in shock again, looking at the astonishing scene in front of them, the billowing white mist suddenly disappeared. The moment enveloped an area of tens of feet around Lu Xiaotian, and a thick layer of ice crystals spread towards the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The air suddenly became cold and the cold wind howled.
The Refined Corpse shrouded in the ice mist of Yin Chi let out a series of shrill and trembling cries. Even the Refined Corpse could not bear the extreme cold. The fear came from the bottom of his bones, as if the bones that could not be damaged by the alchemy weapon were creaking from the cold.
(End of this chapter)