Chapter 996 Return to White Crane City
“It’s nothing more than that.” Zhou Tong sneered, if the method was limited to this, he would have to give Lu Xiaotian a good look today because he had no choice but to give Lu Xiaotian the trouble. While Zhou Tong was resisting the Demon Suppression Tower, he had to control the flying sword to attack Lu Xiaotian.
But the smile on Zhou Tong's face quickly turned stiff. He saw demon-suppressing towers flying out one after another, the auras on the towers connected together, and the aura as heavy as a mountain was all pressing down on him. Zhou Tong's breathing suddenly became stagnant, and his whole face turned red. The suppression power of the pagoda is not enough, so there is no remaining power to control the flying sword.
Pop! A loud slap fell on Zhou Tong's face. The left side of Zhou Tong's face suddenly swelled up like a pig's face.
Pop! The slap just now wasn't enough, there was another slap next.
After being slapped continuously, Zhou Tong's face was no longer human-shaped. Mo Xue of Xu Tianmen and several Nascent Soul cultivators present couldn't bear to look directly at him. After all, a Nascent Soul cultivator was beaten like this, where would he put his face in the future?
Peng Yishan was even more shocked. His strength was similar to Zhou Tong, and Zhou Tong had no power to resist under Lu Xiaotian. Even if you add yourself, I'm afraid you'll be humiliating yourself.
"Lu Xiaotian, one day, I will repay you double the humiliation today!" Zhou Tong's eyes were splitting, and he looked at Lu Xiaotian with a pair of red eyes. Ever since he entered the avenue of cultivating immortals, , No one has ever humiliated him like this.
"From the moment you forced me to leave Wangyue via the teleportation array, you have never had this day."
Lu Xiaotian smiled coldly and kicked Zhou Tong until he vomited blood and flew out. He was extremely happy. When he was in Diyan Mountain, this guy was still looking down at him from above. After leaving the Moon Watching Platform, he was tortured to death by Zhou Tong, and now he has recovered some of the interest.
"Get lost!"
Zhou Tong was so ashamed and angry that he didn't care about Peng Yijian and Mo Xue and left alone.
Peng Yijian, with a livid face, followed suit and left without saying a word. What's more, they had already fallen out just now. Mo Xue apologetically bowed her hands to Lu Xiaotian and followed Peng Yijian away.
“It seems that Brother Lu is still a man with stories.” Qiao Lan looked at Lu Xiaotian and smiled.
“It’s just an old story. This guy was lucky. We didn’t meet him when we returned to the secret realm. If we kill him now, it will be a lot of trouble after all.”
Lu Xiaotian shook his head and didn't take Zhou Tong's matter to heart. The two of them were mortal enemies. Even if they hadn't come out like this, they would inevitably fight to the death when they met in private.
After Zhou Tong’s twists and turns, the journey back to White Crane City was uneventful. Occasionally he encountered sporadic ghosts of the Ghost Lord level, and Lu Xiaotian was too lazy to deal with them. He flew directly past the other party's frightened eyes.
“See you, Ancestor!” Lu Xiaotian was greeted by the eyes of the monks from Lingxiao Palace in Baihe City who were as adoring and enthusiastic as ever.
"Junior Brother Lu, you are back, but you are worried about me." Chen Henian was relieved when he saw Lu Xiaotian back. He came up with a big smile.
Xiao Xiangyu was followed behind.
"Senior Brother Lu, who are these?" Xiao Xiangyu looked at Wu Ziyuan, Qiao Lan and the eight-legged demonic bull beast behind Lu Xiaotian in surprise.
“These are my friends, they are from casual cultivators, and they came to my Lingxiao Palace as guests.” Lu Xiaotian introduced them to each other. "Haha, friends of Junior Brother Lu, welcome, welcome!"
Chen Henian was overjoyed when he heard this. Naturally, Chen Henian would not trust casual cultivators with no background, but since Lu Xiaotian said they were friends, it would not be harmful to Lingxiao Palace. In this situation, Lu Xiaotian suddenly called in several Nascent Soul-level powerhouses to help him. , but it has immeasurable benefits for strengthening the momentum of Lingxiao Palace.
These few brought by Lu Xiaotian, plus the Nascent Soul monks from Lingxiao Palace, apart from the Qingdan Palace and the Ancient Sword Sect, which other sect can pull out so many Nascent Souls at the same time? Super strong person.
The wounds on the eight-legged demonic bull beast had not healed yet. After receiving the healing spirit grass given by Lu Xiaotian, he immediately went to retreat to recuperate.
Wu Ziyuan and Qiao Lan are not busy practicing. They are used to the Chiyuan Continent and the abundant spiritual energy in the secret realm. There is nothing to cultivate in such a barren land. Compared with the two of them, This strange environment made me curious.
Walking for a while in Baihe City, I would occasionally pull one or two monks to ask about the situation in front of me, or about things like the Moon Cultivation World.
Lu Xiaotian pulled Chen Henian aside and briefly explained what happened with Zhou Tong.
“This guy is so vicious! It’s a waste of time that I, Lingxiao Palace and Xuanbingmen have always had a good relationship, but he is so insidious. Junior Brother Lu doesn’t have to worry, and he doesn’t really do anything to him. He will have no face if he is taught a lesson. Go spread it everywhere." When Chen Henian heard this, he immediately said angrily.
Lu Xiaotian smiled inwardly. Chen Henian's expression was naturally a bit exaggerated. If he hadn't become a Yuanying monk, Chen Henian would most likely have taken over directly. After all, it was impossible to offend the Yuanying monks of Xuanbingmen for him.
This old monster grew up in Lingxiao Palace since he was a child, and his feelings for Lingxiao Palace are beyond his own. Now that his life span is running low, he still puts the interests of Lingxiao Palace first. .
Chen Henian’s demands are different from his own, which is understandable. He is much better than those who do everything for their own selfish interests. Lu Xiaotian thinks that he is not as good as Chen Henian in this regard.
"It's fine if you have nothing to do. My senior brother is much more senior and popular than me. I have to ask my senior brother to help me collect some Thunderbolt Sand. The more the better. I have some spiritual grass here. Year Not low. Use it for exchange. Thunderbolt Sand should be more than enough."
Lu Xiaotian put some spiritual herbs that had been matured for thousands of years in the barrier and were rare even for Nascent Soul cultivators into his storage bag. Give it to Chen Henian.
"Junior Brother Lu, don't worry. I will definitely handle this matter for you. We have some in the Moon Cultivation Immortal Realm, as well as in Nanhuang, and Nascent Soul Lei Xiu. It shouldn't be difficult to get this in exchange." Chen Henian is very discerning, "Junior Brother has been busy outside for a while. , I guess I need some rest, so I’ll take a rest for the time being. I’ll take care of the matter with Thunder Sand.”
“Thank you very much, brother. "Lu Xiaotian nodded. He does have a lot of things to do right now. Regarding refining the Thunderbolt Fire and Thunder Beads, he can wait until the Thunderbolt Thunder Sand is obtained. There is another more important thing. Only when he returns to White Crane City, Lu Xiaotian will feel relieved for the time being. , after all, this refining is too important to bear any interruption, and Lu Xiaotian also attaches great importance to it as never before, and does not want to stay in the secret realm and take risks.
After explaining to Chen Henian and Xiao Xiangyu that they had blocked everything for him, Lu Xiaotian also entered his residence and set up restrictions around it.
After preventing all auras from leaking, Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged in a room wrapped in several layers of restrictions. There was a cyan crystal the size of a fingernail floating in the palm of his hand, which was Pan Qingshi.
A look of solemnity flashed across Lu Xiaotian's face. He stretched out his palms in front of him, palms facing each other. The bluestone was restrained by the magic power and suspended in the middle of the palms of his hands.
(End of this chapter)