"Withdraw!" Amusang couldn't even protect himself at this time, where could he take care of those foundation building juniors.

After screaming, Amusang sacrificed a spirit rune, and a layer of green wooden armor appeared out of thin air, and the transparent small sword kept piercing it, but it couldn't break through its defense for a while.

"This wooden armor spirit rune is powerful. Lu Xiaotian put away the Huojiao bow and arrow, the strength of Amusang in front of him was the strongest, and it was difficult to get him for a while. How could Lu Xiaotian let this Amusang escape.

There are still three Jindan monks, and if they use their flying swords to attack Amusang with all their might, they can do it, but the others may have to run away one or two people.

Lu Xiaotian frowned slightly, as soon as the Huojiao bow and arrow were collected, he took out the psychic golden whip again, except for this psychic magic weapon that had been refined by special means, there was no other means to see the shadow of Liwu for the time being, of course, the tenth-order demon beast spirit and the bat king magic wing were not among them.

Haoyin Hu can also be used, but the scope of the impact is not small, many foundation building monks in Lingxiao Palace are here, not Jindan monks, it is very easy to cause accidental injury, Haoyin Hu is not his own psychic magic weapon, and Lu Xiaotian has not yet reached the point of control.

Wow--- Lu Xiaotian pulled out one whip after another, and the two golden shadows tore through the sky again, slashing a strange arc in the air, and slashed towards Amusan, who had escaped the fastest.

Amusang shouted, a look of fear on his face, this golden whip had far exceeded the scope of the Dan Yuan magic weapon.

A black soul figure emerged from the mace in Amusan's hand, roared with his head up, and danced his claws towards the psychic golden whip. It's just that the golden whip didn't pause at all, and the whip scattered the phantom, and directly struck Amusan's green wood spirit armor.

Peng! This whip that even Lu Xiaotian didn't dare to carry directly fell directly on Amusang's body. Amusang screamed, the spiritual power of the wood spirit armor on his body was greatly consumed, and most of the spiritual light faded. The body retreated violently in the air, dragging a long series of afterimages, but the second golden shadow floated strangely, and the dozens of afterimages were collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, passing through the afterimage, and falling on Amusan's body again.

This time, Amusang didn't even scream, and his body was beaten into a cloud of blood mist in the air, but Amusang's strength was far from being comparable to the black-clothed strong man before, and the Yuan Shen took the opportunity to escape in a panic and broke through the air, the speed was so fast that Lu Xiaotian didn't have time to kill again.

Amusang's body was defeated, and the other two Jindan were in the middle of the sword rain at this time, and they also persevered to the point of exhaustion, especially Amusang's escape, Lu Xiaotian sacrificed the golden whip again, and burst Amusang's body. And the sword rain that was originally used to attack Amusang was distributed to the remaining three Jindan monks.

In addition, this group of people is no longer like when the battle first broke out, at this time, the fighting spirit is completely gone, and the combat power of one body is six or seven, and the two monks in the middle of the Jindan can't support it at first, and after dozens or hundreds of sword qi broke through the defense of the two, they were directly slashed on the two of them, and suddenly they were still two intact bodies, which were cut into no less than 100 pieces at this time, and they were sprinkled from the air.

There is only one middle-aged woman left, although it is the late stage of Jindan, and her strength is not bad, but she bears Lu Xiaotian's attack alone, how can she resist it, this woman is also decisive, seeing that there is no hope, her body is like an inflatable, and she suddenly swells to a round, and it explodes with a bang, blowing up the dense sword qi around her, and when the other sword qi is rushing to the ground, the middle-aged woman's Yuan Shen has already escaped with this effort.

However, after the hundreds of foundation building monks were shrouded by Lu Xiaotian's sword array, there was no means of Jindan monks, and more than half of them were killed and injured at this time, where could they still support it.

Yuan Min and the others stared blankly at the scene in front of them. Luo Qian was also dumbfounded at first, and he didn't know what he had happened to this senior brother over the years, he actually had such a means to reach the sky, even when the ancestor of the Immortal Palace was still in the Jindan period, he was afraid that it was far inferior. Luo Qian quietly opened the prohibition on the black token, and another powerful Yuan Shen distraction also saw this devastating fighting method.

"Senior Brother Lu, let's do it slowly, my Lingxiao Palace disciples have been fighting for two hundred years, and there are a lot of discounts, and we still need to leave some people to rebuild the Immortal Palace in the future, although these Changdi monks are hostile forces, they might as well be used as coolies to rebuild the Immortal Palace in the future. Luo Qian hurriedly called Lu Xiaotiandao. The exterior of the Lingxiao Palace was not damaged, but the spiritual objects and monks were extremely damaged. More than half of the hundreds of foundation building monks who had set up the arrow formation had already been slaughtered by Lu Xiaotian, and the remaining hundred or so people could also be of some use if they stayed.

It's not interesting to kill these foundation building cultivators, Lu Xiaotian is not easy to deal with these people, hearing Luo Qian's voice, he stopped, Lu Xiaotian coldly glanced at the remaining hundred or so foundation building enemy cultivators, "Descend, or die!"

The more than 100 foundation building monks, you look at me, I look at you, the surroundings are filled with dense sword qi, even the Jindan monks can't stop it, not to mention that they, the foundation building juniors, plus they have seen the horror of this silver-haired monk with their own eyes just now, where can these people still have the slightest confidence to resist.

The Zhuji monks also have a lifespan of about three hundred years, and at the moment, if they don't fight, there is really no hope.

"I'm willing to surrender!" Soon, the more than 100 foundation-building monks handed over their magic weapons and storage bags to surrender.

but also spared a murder. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and waved, and the sword qi that lingered around the sides of these foundation building monks suddenly dissipated into nothingness, as if it had never appeared.

As soon as the battle ended, a black gas suddenly emerged from Luo Qian's black token. I saw a burst of black gas squirming in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the figure of an old man in black, this old man's beard and hair were all white, and his face had a momentum that was not angry but mighty.

"Welcome to the Ancestor!"

Luo Qian, Luo Kang, and the monks of Lingxiao Palace bowed down one after another.

"Welcome to the Ancestors. After Lu Xiaotian was slightly stunned, he also lowered his head, and secretly said in his heart that the ancestor of Lingxiao Palace was like this, but he had never seen it before.

"Where is Lu Xiaotian, a disciple of Lingxiao Palace?" the white-bearded old man shouted.

"The disciple is here!" Lu Xiaotian felt depressed in his heart, not knowing what this ancestor meant.

"The palace master Wei Litian died in battle today, and now the deity has decided that Lu Xiaotian will succeed him as the current palace master, land Xiaotian, lead the remaining disciples of the palace, and immediately go to Tianjian Mountain to defend me and cultivate the Dao system of the immortal realm!"

Lu Xiaotian frowned, he would not shirk letting him clean up some hostile monks, but he didn't like to be burdened by mundane things, not to mention managing a sect of a large scale, in this kind of chaos in the immortal cultivation world, there were especially many affairs. Lu Xiaotian was about to refuse, but the figure of the white-bearded old man had faded, and he didn't even have a chance to refuse.

That being the case, let's wait to meet the ancestor of Lingxiao Palace later.