A sharp voice sounded behind him, Lu Xiaotian looked back, and the black-clothed nun was also caught up by the mountain giant beast, but the black-clothed nun didn't know where to get a magic weapon that resembled a shell, and the milky white two shells opened and protected her in the middle. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info It's just that this shell magic weapon still can't stop the sharp teeth of the mountain beast, and it can't hold on for a moment, and it is bitten to pieces, and the black-clothed female cultivator inside is directly stabbed to death by the broken shell fragments. Looking at the blood-stained teeth of the mountain beast, Lu Xiaotian's face was ugly, the second monk who was bitten to death.

Despite its sheer size, the mountain beast was by no means clumsy, and the two exotic monks who were a little slower to escape could not escape being its food. Fortunately, the mountain beast was too heavy to fly into the air, as long as it was high enough, it would naturally be out of its attack range.

Lu Xiaotian flew to a distance of hundreds of zhang above the ground in one breath before he breathed a sigh of relief temporarily, but soon he found out that something was wrong, such a simple truth, it was impossible for Duan Huitian and those foreign monks not to understand, why didn't these people fly to such a height?

"Not good!" A piercing undercurrent surged like a raging wave, and Lu Xiaotian didn't have the slightest ability to resist, and was thrown around.

What the hell is this, Lu Xiaotian was secretly angry in his heart, he felt that he was floating around like a fallen leaf in the wind, in this high sky, which originally seemed to be calm, there was such a powerful storm hidden. It's no wonder that Duan Huitian and those guys would rather take a certain risk of being chased and killed by mountain beasts than fly into the sky, presumably these people should have suffered a loss.

Duan Huitian sneered and looked at Lu Xiaotian, who was hit by the storm and was slamming around, he was still thinking about whether to deal with this difficult guy, but he didn't expect to be cleaned up by the storm in the sky so easily. It was believed that it would not be long before this young monk, whom he had only seen in his life, would be sliced into hundreds of pieces by the endless blades of the storm.

Lu Xiaotian didn't have the time to pay attention to the schadenfreude of Duan Huitian's several exotic monks, at this time, he gritted his teeth and struggled to support in the storm, but in the blink of an eye, the fierce mountain beast before was gone, or he was swept too far away by the storm, and he had already moved away from there.

Whoosh.... In the storm, there seemed to be sharp blades formed by golden spiritual energy, flying around, and if one was not careful, a wound was added to his face. The slight pain and dripping blood made Lu Xiaotian's back chill, and in the blink of an eye, several invisible blades rolled in.

Lu Xiaotian waved the blazing flame away from the rocket in his hand, and crushed the sharp blades that invaded the question, as for the few sharp blades that shot at his body, they cut through his coat, but they were blocked by the fire Jiao scale armor, leaving no trace at all.

But even so, Lu Xiaotian was very anxious in his heart, even if it was him, he could only go with the flow in the storm, and he didn't have the slightest ability to resist. He can still protect himself in a short period of time, and after a long time, it is inevitable that there will be some omissions. It's just that the situation at this time is beyond his ability, and the backhand he has prepared is simply not able to effectively deal with the means in front of him.

The mountains, rivers and lakes below were changing rapidly, or it was said that he, a foundation-building monk, was swept too far away by the storm, and in the blink of an eye, it was a distance of tens or hundreds of miles. Even with Lu Xiaotian's physique, he felt a little dizzy. Fortunately, the sharp blades formed by those invisible golden aura were sometimes more numerous, and sometimes there were none, otherwise he might not be able to support them.

After about an hour, Lu Xiaotian didn't know where he had been, only to feel that the storm suddenly disappeared, and he fell from the sky. Lu Xiaotian was not surprised, and finally escaped from this damn storm. With a slight push of the flying sword, his body regained its balance. While Sui slowly fell from the sky, Lu Xiaotian looked at the surrounding environment.

Looking at the ground from the air, you can take in the terrain in full view, a hill that stretches for dozens of miles, with lush mountains and forests, there are not a few beasts and birds, but there are only some low-level demon beasts, and even ordinary beasts without spirit.

On one side of the hills, there is a flat, desolate Gobi, which makes him strange that it seems to be a separate space. A layer of gray barriers covered this place with a radius of no more than a hundred miles, and in the sky, Lu Xiaotian could see it at a glance, only the yellow sand at one end of the Gobi was tumbling, even if he used the spiritual eye technique, Lu Xiaotian couldn't see far.

What the hell is this place? Lu Xiaotian frowned slightly, and soon, his attention was not focused on this strange environment, because when he reached the ground, more than a dozen shadows were flying towards him one after another.

Lu Xiaotian's heart sank, not only the famous exotic monks of the Golden Silkworm Valley, but also three Brute Beast Sects and four Qingdan Palace monks. It seems that the two waves of people who entered this place before and after should have had similar experiences, so they both came here.

"Haha, I didn't expect there to be another unlucky ghost, who is here, where is the origin, and reported the name. The monks of the Golden Silkworm Valley were the first to catch up, and a monk whose aura was even stronger than Duan Huitian flew out and looked at the landing Xiaotian Dao with great interest.

"Lu Yi, a casual cultivator who has no fixed residence. What advice do you have?" Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised in his heart, he had thought that Duan Huitian was the strongest among the group of cultivators of the Jin Sect, but he didn't expect that he would even hide a master in the late stage of foundation building. Presumably, this person also has some means of hiding his aura, but the other party hid it before, but now it is unreservedly exposed, but why?

Lu Xiaotian's mind flashed the peerless beauty of the beautiful shadow, and casually said the name, Yi is the Yi of Dongfang Yi.

In fact, Zhao Fengshan does have the technique of concealing the aura, but this area is so large, with a radius of about 100 miles, for the foundation building monks who can fly with the sword, it is only a small moment of effort. Moreover, they also fought a few battles with the monks of the Barbarian Beast Sect and the Qingdan Palace, and both sides failed to bargain, and they had already done it, so where was there any need to hide their cultivation. Zhao Fengshan naturally didn't bother to bother with this effort.

"Don't dare to instruct, just leave your life. Zhao Fengshan laughed, and with a wave of his hand, the other five monks surrounded Lu Xiaotian without leaving a single dead end.

"Fellow Daoists of the Qingdan Palace and the Barbarian Beast Sect, these monks of the Golden Silkworm Valley are monks of the Southern Wilderness, and they have entered my Moon Cultivation Immortal Realm with bad intentions, do you just sit idly by?" Lu Xiaotian turned his head to look at the Qingdan Palace and the monks of the Barbarian Beast Sect who had caught up.

The white-eyed old man led by him was the eighth-layer monk of Qingdan Palace, Wen Fu, who was slightly inferior to Zhao Fengshan of the Golden Silkworm Valley. After hearing Lu Xiaotian's words, Wen Fu's face was slightly embarrassed, and he looked at Zhao Fengshan and said, "Zhao Daoyou, although the Southern Wilderness and the Moon Cultivation Immortal Realm have their own battles, but now we are all in a desperate situation, why don't we stop the fight between the two sides first and find a way out together?"

Zhao Fengshan rolled his eyes and said, "Old man with white eyebrows, we have already made an agreement before, in order to ensure the balance of strength between the two sides, all monks who appear in this forbidden land and may break the balance will be killed." Before, there were six of you, and then there was one more monk, and I didn't do it according to the agreement, and the monks of your two factions have already gained the upper hand in numbers, and if there is one more, they will also have the upper hand in strength. If you are still from the Mochizuki Immortal Realm, once the balance is broken, won't you have the final say on the life and death of our group of exotic monks? In a word, hand this person over to us to deal with, or let's go to war now, with you and without me!"

"I'm sorry, this fellow Daoist, I have an appointment with the monks of the Golden Silkworm Valley. I can't do anything about it. Wen Fu shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Ask for your own blessings, I think you might as well give us what you have on you, so as not to cheapen those foreign monks. A middle-aged man who looked a little slippery, with a black demon antelope tattooed on his bare chest, and his greedy eyes looked at Lu Xiaotian from time to time.

Lu Xiaotian's face sank suddenly, even if they are enemies of life and death, they may coexist in a specific environment, but the prerequisite for coexistence is that the strength of the two sides is close to each other, and each takes what it needs. Once the balance of power tends to be upset, the preconditions for peaceful coexistence will naturally cease to exist. Obviously, the monks of the Golden Silkworm Valley understood this truth very well, which is why they were so tough. Because the number of monks in the Moon Gazing Realm has already gained the upper hand, if there is another monk in the Moon Gazing Realm who comes later, the gap in strength between the two sides will only widen, and they will have no room for resistance.

And Wen Fu and the other six monks understood this, their strength was not overwhelming, once the people of the Golden Silkworm Valley fought hard, they were afraid that even if they could win, it was estimated that they would lose a few people, after all, they did not have an absolute advantage. For Lu Xiaotian, a person he didn't know, he risked his fall, and they were obviously unwilling.

The survival rules of the immortal cultivation world have always been based on their own interests, and there is no need for these people to fight hard for him and the monks of the Golden Silkworm Valley. Lu Xiaotian did not complain at all, and soon recognized the cruel truth in front of him. In order to protect himself, these monks of Qingdan Palace and Barbarian Beast Sect gave up on him, but if the other party didn't help him, it would be forgotten, and he said ridicule, if he had the opportunity, he must return it.

Among the monks of the Golden Silkworm Valley, one is in the late stage of foundation building, two are in the middle stage of foundation building, and two are in the early stage of foundation building. In terms of strength, it was enough to crush him, even if he used the Dan Yuan magic weapon, he couldn't turn the situation around. At this time, fighting with these people in the air, he has no chance of winning.

"Boy, do you want to make it yourself, or do you want a few of us to do it?" Zhao Fengshan is a bamboo in his chest, a kid in the early stage of foundation building, and he can't escape his Five Finger Mountain.

"It is not yet known who killed the deer. Lu Xiaotian said coldly, and the sword fell sharply to the ground.

"Arrogance!" Zhao Fengshan's five Golden Silkworm Valley monks laughed instead of anger after hearing this, this was simply the funniest joke they had ever heard. A monk in the early stage of foundation building dared to speak like this to Zhao Fengshan, a master in the late stage of foundation building. Either the dead duck has a hard mouth, or the brain is burned.

Without waiting for Zhao Fengshan's orders, the four Golden Silkworm Valley monks hurriedly chased away. Trapped in this inexplicable ghost place for several days, bored to death, and now a plaything, several people did not take Lu Xiaotian's threat to heart, but held a bit of teasing mentality.

"Boy, let me die. A black-faced and tall Golden Silkworm Valley monk rushed to the front, and a three-edged green mace in his hand hit Lu Xiaotian's head, he made up his mind to kill this kid first, even if the benefits of the big head were to be taken away by Zhao Fengshan, as the person who contributed the most, he would get more benefits than other fellow monks.

Looking at the other party's casual formation, people with a bit of brains knew that these people didn't take him seriously at all. The price of any underestimating the enemy is huge, Lu Xiaotian sneered. Divided.

The black-faced middle-aged monk who rushed in front was stunned, these two people were exactly the same, with his cultivation, he couldn't even tell the truth from the fake, it was really a strange thing, this was quite similar to his senior brother Duan Huitian Quartet Demon Breath Mirror, but there were more shadow clones copied by the Quartet Demon Breath Mirror than the person in front of him. It's just that no matter how many means this person in front of him is, he is just a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and what waves can he afford.

After the black-faced middle-aged monk smiled disdainfully, he casually hit one of them, Lu Xiaotian.

This guy's luck is good, he chose one of the two, and he actually chose his real body. Lu Xiaotian's face turned pale, and he sacrificed the centipede puppet, and as soon as the centipede puppet came out, he immediately shook his head and spit out a huge pillar of light, which was equivalent to the full force of the monk in the early stage of foundation building.

Lu Xiaotian's face was expressionless, he put away the Blazing Fire Sword, spread his palm, and a crystal fiery red longbow appeared in his hand.

Draw your bow and shoot your arrows!

The black-faced middle-aged monk looked at the bow and arrow in Lu Xiaotian's hand in shock, when the bow and arrow were separated, he didn't think it was very powerful, but when they were put together, a violent and fierce fire Jiao aura rose up in the sky, and with his cultivation, he didn't have the confidence to be able to block an arrow.

"A complete set of fire-based Danyuan bows and arrows!" The black-faced middle-aged man had an earthy face, and he knew that Lu Xiaotian was so powerful, he would not have rushed so fast. Even if Zhao Fengshan wants to take this arrow, it will not be easy. Not to mention him, a Dan Yuan magic weapon can already allow a monk in the early stage of foundation building to leapfrog to face the middle stage. And the combined magic weapon of the fire Jiao bow and arrow is far more powerful than the ordinary Danyuan magic weapon.

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't be afraid, we will contain this person and prevent him from attacking you with all his might. Another middle-aged tall woman had a solemn face, and after Lu Xiaotian's shadow clone was broken up by the same door, she raised her hand and shot out two blue and clear poison darts magic weapons, and the strange poison on them sealed her throat with blood, even if the monks in the late stage of foundation building had no antidote, they would never be spared. And the other two fellow disciples in the early stage of foundation building also killed swords one after another, swept swords, and slashed at Lu Xiaotian one left and one right.

"A complete set of Dan Yuan magic weapons!" Even Zhao Fengshan, who was originally in the state of watching the battle at high in the sky, was shocked, and reacted immediately, and the imperial sword rushed towards Lu Xiaotian as quickly as wind and thunder, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Everyone, go all out and kill this person in the shortest time!"

"Oh no, let this guy get a head start. Wen Fu patted his thigh and said remorsefully. (To be continued.) )