The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the continuous green peaks go straight into the sky, and the familiar peaks appear in the eyes again. At this time, it once again descended on the area under the jurisdiction of Lingxiao Palace, and the mountain was still the same mountain, but it was no longer the kind of excitement that used to be when spirit birds came and went, spirit beasts roared, and all monks went to and fro to the cultivation place, the fang market, and the miscellaneous service hall.

The various peak domains were originally filled with a large number of cultivated spiritual grass and spirit trees, and in the nearly two hundred years of melee in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, because of consumption, some of the value has been almost collected. And the periphery of Lingxiao Palace seems to have been damaged to a certain extent, leaving a lot of Jindan monk's breath.

There are also a lot of violent thunder mana among them, and it seems that not long ago, there was a great battle of the foundation building monks here. The flames of war have burned to Lingxiao Palace.

Only the white mist escaping between the peaks remained the same as before.

"Stop, who is the person, dare to trespass on Lingxiao Palace!"

Although most of the people of Lingxiao Palace went to Tianjian Mountain to fight the main force of the rival monks together, only a small number of monks were left in these dozens of peak domains, but the monks patrolling the mountain still quickly discovered that Lu Xiaotian's team of monks were not hiding.

These two people were dressed in spirit armor, sacrificed weapons, and looked at Lu Xiaotian and the others with a wary expression.

"Qinglian Peak Domain Lu Xiaotian, return to Lingxiao Palace, who is in charge of Lingxiao Palace now!" Lu Xiaotian used some of his mana, and his voice was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and he shook towards the dozens of peaks of Lingxiao Palace.

Yuan Min was secretly frightened, he had only said that Lu Xiaotian was an individual cultivator, but at this time, under Lu Xiaotian's deliberate mana, Yuan Min was shocked to find that Lu Xiaotian's mana had reached an unbelievable level. The sound is like a bell, vast but not hurtful, shrouded in the sky above Lingxiao Palace and does not disperse. Although it is not an enemy, this point of control, Yuan Min is far from it.

Whoosh ......

Hundreds of figures flew into the air with their respective swords, and one of them, a middle-aged man who looked familiar, and a middle-aged woman in a green shirt were especially excited when they saw Lu Xiaotian.

When others saw Lu Xiaotian's moment, they were also excited. Maybe due to the passage of time, other sects can't remember Lu Xiaotian for a while, but for Lingxiao Palace, it is those Jindan monks, and the reputation left behind is 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 of the immortal cultivation world, and the high-level monks are withering day by day, and the Lingxiao Palace needs a spiritual pillar for the low-level monks to persevere. And Lu Xiaotian is the spiritual source that allows these people who grew up in Lingxiao Palace to talk about comfort.

There are countless sects and immortal cultivation families in the Mochizuki Immortal Cultivation Realm, who can ride alone and kill the bloody Flying Horse Clan, and who can subdue the monks of the same level in the Great Immortal Cultivation Realm with their own strength and dare not fight!

"Master Lu, Uncle Lu, have you become a Jindan monk?" The two people who rushed out were Luo Kang and his cousin He Liping, who had successfully built the foundation in Lu Xiaotian's Qingyue Peak. The foundation monk is only about 300 years old.

Lu Xiaotian has been gone for nearly one hundred and fifty years, but the two ordinary Qi refining disciples back then were under the shadow of Lu Xiaotian, they have successfully built the foundation, and they have survived in the war so far, they have reached the point of the late stage of foundation building, and the two have also bid farewell to the glory of the past, leaving obvious traces of time on their faces.

"I've seen Uncle Lu!"

More than 100 foundation building monks were in mid-air, leaning over one after another, a hundred or more years ago, the legend that had been passed down by Lingxiao Palace to this day was in front of him, but since then, this person has disappeared and has not been seen, and there is no news, I thought that Lu Xiaotian had fallen, but I never thought that today, I would return to the mountain gate. And when he came back, he was already a high-ranking Jindan monk.

In addition to these foundation building monks, those tens of thousands of Qi refining cultivators who were not yet able to fly the imperial weapon also looked down the mountain. At that time, there was a trace of the low morale of Lingxiao Palace, and Lu Xiaotian, who was famous in the past, actually came back.

"Excuse me, who is in charge of Lingxiao Palace now?" Lu Xiaotian asked.

"Back to Uncle Lu, the palace master has led the main force of the Immortal Palace to Tianjian Mountain to fight a decisive battle with the main force of the enemy, and now Uncle Luo is in charge of the overall situation in Lingxiao Palace, Uncle Luo and Uncle Lu also fought side by side back then, and Uncle Lu will not be a stranger to it. Luo Kang hurriedly said.

"But Luo Qian?" Lu Xiaotian was stunned, among the monks surnamed Luo he knew, there was only Luo Qian who had fought side by side together, and it seemed that he had already achieved Jindan, but after Luo Qian was stimulated by himself back then, his temperament calmed down a lot, and with Luo Qian's qualifications, he solved the problem of Ning Jindan, and Lei Wantian's master, it is not difficult to condense Jindan.

In his early years, he was chased and killed by Zhou Tong, entered the Blue Devil Sea Area, and studied in the Great Perfection Realm of Zhuji for decades, although Luo Qian's cultivation in his early years was lower than himself, but a few decades of time were enough for him to catch up. Lu Xiaotian is to build a foundation for the Great Perfection, and Luo Qian and these people began to build a foundation in the later stage of the foundation, so naturally they should not have left themselves behind.

"It's this Uncle Luo. Luo Kang nodded, he naturally didn't dare to call Luo Qian's name like Lu Xiaotian.

"In that case, why didn't you see Luo Qian coming?"

Lu Xiaotian was a little puzzled, these foundation building monks had already come over, and Luo Qian's cultivation should not be so dull. No, the thunder mana just now was actually Luo Qian's, and it seems that Luo Qian is very likely to be injured. Lu Xiaotian reacted quickly.

"Luo, Uncle Luo's condition is not very good, he was injured in his early years, and now the entire Lingxiao Palace is full of elites. In the entire palace, only Uncle Luo is a Jindan monk. Luo Kang's face darkened.

"Where is Luo Qian?" asked Lu Xiaotian.

"In the Siqing Cliff of the Lingtian Peak Domain, in addition to the fact that there are Jindan monks from other lands attacking and invading the mountain gate. Uncle Luo never left Siqing Cliff. Luo Kang sighed and said, "The juniors and others are soft-spoken, and Uncle Lu and Uncle Luo have an old relationship, and they also persuade Uncle Luo." ”

"Siqing Cliff!" Lu Xiaotian's body was shocked, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, although he had not arrived, but hearing his name, he could know what had happened in the years he had left. The only person who can make Luo Qian like this is the arrogant Su Qing, who else.

"These people are my friends, you receive them, and I'll go see Senior Brother Luo. Lu Xiaotian sighed gloomily, his body was like electricity, and everyone felt that there was a flower in front of them, and they had lost Lu Xiaotian's trace.

Ruthless cultivation of immortals, there is no shortage of lovers, although it may not be the love of men and women, Yuan Min can clearly see the sadness on Lu Xiaotian's face.

Floating in the sky, the fallen leaves are Xiaoxiao, and the cold mountain wind rolls up a little cool. On the wall of Qianqian Mountain, there are a few bloodstained words on Siqing Cliff.

"But Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Shu has never greeted him from afar, and he will come down to talk about it. An old voice rang out from under the cliff.