Chapter 297: The Great War of Good and Evil (3) Killing Xiaoxiao

"Jian Xin'er!" Zhao Di sè changed, but quickly calmed down.

"She has also formed a golden pill?" Zhao Di asked with concern.

"Yes, the opportunity for clumsy Jing arrived decades ago and formed a golden pill. When the man in white saw the change in Zhao Di's spirit, he had already expected it in his heart.

Zhao Di nodded with a smile and said, "Very good, very good, she can form a golden pill, presumably you can also contribute a lot!"

He knew very well that with Jian Xin'er's qualifications as a three-spirit root, and without the full support of the sect family, it was extremely difficult to form a golden pill. And the monk surnamed Leng, as a monk of the alien spirit root, is the most important core monk of the Taixu Sect, and the opportunity is much greater.

In an instant, he even roughly guessed why Jian Xin'er would become this person's wife.

"This is what the younger generation should be, as a dual cultivation partner, the younger generation naturally does its best. "The man in white is unusually respectful and considers himself a junior. Although he knew that Jian Xin'er had a great relationship with Zhao Di, he didn't dare to support him and be the same as a Yuan Infant monk.

"Taixu Gate Liu Zifeng see the seniors!" The old man saw that the two of them had a very happy conversation, and this Yuan Ying master seemed to have a close relationship with many monks in Taixu Gate, so he took the opportunity to try his best to get a relationship with this person, and bowed to the end of the worship road.

"Well, it turned out to be Liu Daoyou, Liu Daoyou's cultivation has not made progress in the past two hundred years, and he is still in the early stage of Yudan!" Zhao Di said with a smile, although he was ridiculing, the kindness in his tone was very obvious.

"Do seniors know juniors?" the old man asked suspiciously.

Zhao Di smiled slightly, but did not answer.

It turned out that more than 200 years ago, when Zhao Di was still a disciple of the outer sect of the Qi refining period in the Taixu Sect, he was already an elder in the Taixu Sect, and Zhao Di had also heard of this person's great name. After two hundred years, his cultivation is still not rising, presumably because he has no chance, or his cultivation heart is not strong.

"You three, I said you could go!" Zhao Di's voice suddenly sank, and he said sharply.

The three Jiedan monks heard that the relationship between Zhao Di and Taixumen was extraordinary, and they knew that something was wrong, so they took advantage of Zhao Di to talk with the old man very happily, so they quietly withdrew more than ten zhang away.

After being drunk by Zhao Di, the three of them were slightly stunned, but then turned into three rays of light, one gray and two black, and fled with all their might in three different directions.

They knew that even if the three of them joined forces, it would be impossible to bargain in the hands of the Yuan Infant Monk, and if they escaped together, they could only be chased and killed one by one. If they run away separately, maybe the other party will lose one or the other, and there will still be a chance of life.

Zhao Di snorted coldly in his nose, flicked his five fingers, and several purple sword lights struck at the three of them respectively.

The speed of this purple light was extremely fast, and as soon as Zhao Di's fingers moved, he had already arrived in front of the three people dozens of feet away.

The two men in black respectively protected the ink knife and the black flag behind them, and continued to fly away without slowing down.

The gray-clothed man used the body of the green mao corpse as a defensive magic weapon to protect himself, and he also did not dare to stay.

A few "poofs" sounds, accompanied by two screams.

The ink knife and the black flag were easily pierced by the purple sword light, and the dantian of the two black-clothed men was also knocked out of the fist of the big xiao, and the corpse was planted downward.

The gray-clothed man was intact, and there was an extra sword mark on the body of the green corpse, but it was not penetrated by the purple sword light.

"Huh!" Zhao Di exclaimed softly.

After all these years of infant fire tempering, he has restored the dream glass sword to its original state, and the purple sword light that popped out of his hand is really not powerful, and it is not something that the magic weapon of the monk of the Yudan period can resist, but it was actually directly borne by the opponent's refining corpse with his body.

The strength of this corpse refining body was far beyond his expectations.

With the help of the cover of the green corpse, the gray-clothed man flew forward dozens of feet.

Zhao Di waved his sleeves, and a light green dragon of more than ten zhang long flew out of it, and flew in front of the gray-clothed man at a very fast speed, opening his mouth wide, and spewing out a cold white gas.

The man in gray still wanted to resist with the corpse flame, but he was directly frozen into two large ice blocks by the corpse and fell straight down from the air.

After all these years of continuous refining of the Phantom Ice Aura, although the Ice Wind Jiao has not been able to refine it thoroughly, the Ice Xìng Divine Power has greatly improved. The cold air it emitted was enough to kill a monk in the Yudan stage when he touched it.

Under Zhao Di's order, Bingfeng Jiao grabbed it with his claws, directly crushed the frozen body of the gray-clothed man, and then blew lightly, blowing the storage bag in the corpse and the frozen green mao corpse around Zhao Di, and at the same time, he also drilled back into the spirit beast ring in Zhao Di's sleeve.

The scene of Zhao Di killing several monks with a snap of his fingers shocked the middle-aged man and the old man.

Although they had already expected that the supernatural powers of the Yuan Infant Stage masters were extremely powerful, but the other party was so relaxed and freehand to kill the three people whose strength was not weaker than them in the breath, when this matter was placed in front of them, it still made it difficult for them to calm down in their hearts, and their admiration for Zhao Di was one point more, but their fear was three points more.

Zhao Di grabbed the air with both hands, and the storage bags of the two black-clothed men fell in front of the middle-aged man and the old man respectively, while the storage bags of the gray-clothed man were taken into his arms. As for the frozen green mao corpse, it was also hit by Zhao Di's spiritual light, and it quickly shrank into a few inches in size, and was packed into a yu box by Zhao Di.

"Senior, this is?" the two looked at the storage bag in front of them, shocked in their hearts.

"I naturally don't like these Xiao things, so I'll give them to you. Zhao Di smiled slightly and said generously.

"Thank you, senior!"

"Thank you, senior!"

Under the two joys, they put the storage bags in their arms, the old man was naturally very surprised, and the middle-aged man had a lot of strange thoughts in his heart.

"Senior Zhao, you flew here to go to Taixu Gate?" the old man asked with interest.

"Yes, since I successfully built the foundation in the Taixu Gate, I have left the sect to travel, and it has been more than two hundred years, and I am planning to go back to the Taixu Gate this time!" Zhao nodded and said, there is no need to hide his identity at this time.

"What! The predecessor just laid the foundation two hundred years ago, and now he is already a Yuan Infant Monk! Isn't that the predecessor still less than three hundred years old!"

The old man exclaimed in shock, his words full of disbelief.

"That's true, the opportunity of Zhao's predecessors must be excellent. The middle-aged man did say anything, although his words were complimentary, but there was a hint of sourness.

"Well, I have been practicing elsewhere for more than 200 years, and during this period, what major events have happened in the Taixu Gate and the Golden Flame Country Cultivation Immortal Realm, you two might as well talk about it one by one. Zhao Di stared at the two.

The old man said with a difficult face: "This, the juniors still have important positions in the sect, and they are in a hurry to go, I'm afraid it is inconvenient to talk about them in detail! Fortunately, the sect is close at hand, as long as the seniors go over, Uncle Xiao will definitely inform the seniors in person. ”

"Uncle Xiao, but the first female cultivator of the main sect who is known as the Longyu Fairy, she really has condensed the Yuan Baby!" Zhao Di muttered.

Zhao Di thought for a while, and it seemed that only this person was the most likely. After all, in the entire Golden Flame Country, there are only more than ten Yuan Infant Stage cultivators, all of whom have been cultivated by the Seven Great Sects themselves, and there is absolutely no existence of the Yuan Infant Stage of scattered cultivation.

"The predecessor is right, it is this person. When the predecessors were still in the Taixu Gate, Uncle Xiao was already a cultivator in the later stage of the Jiedan, and a hundred years ago, Uncle Xiao went one level further and condensed the Yuan Infant, but at this time he was the only Taishang elder in the sect. The middle-aged man added, with a hint of depression in his words that was difficult to hide.

When he saw Zhao Di for the first time, he was shocked and quite happy when he learned that there was a master to help him, and his life could be saved. And gradually feel that the other party is already a high-minded existence that needs to be looked up to, especially the relationship with his beloved wife is extraordinary, and there is an unrelieved jealousy and xiōng stuffiness in my heart. However, he naturally buried this displeasure deep in his heart, and would not express it in the sè.

"The only Supreme Elder!What's going on, I clearly remember that more than two hundred years ago, there were already two Yuan Infancy Stage exists in this sect, could it be that those two have already sat down to become immortals?" Zhao Di asked suspiciously. This point is difficult for him to investigate carefully in Tianwu Kingdom.

"It's true that they have all gone immortal, but the specific details are not known to the younger generations. Or only Uncle Xiao knows best. The middle-aged man said with a wry smile.

"In that case, then you two should get down to business first. Zhao Di flashed and stood on top of the white crane again.

"Yes, thank you for saving your life. The two bowed respectfully, and watched Zhao Di and the others leave on the white crane.

After Zhao Di walked away, the old man sighed lightly, took out a wine gourd from the storage bag, took two sips, and said: "I still can't believe that this person can rise from the foundation building period to the Yuan infant stage in two hundred years, and he has risen to two realms and six levels. Even if I don't drink too much and concentrate on cultivation, the past two hundred years have only reached the late stage of the Yudan at most, what kind of chance did this person have, so he was so fast!"

"Less than three hundred years old Condensation Yuan Infant! This is nothing, throughout the ages, after all, there are many monks with excellent qualifications who can also do it. But this person is still a monk with five spiritual roots, and he still cultivates so fast!" the middle-aged man said coldly, with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"Why! Why can his five spirit roots actually marry babies in two hundred years, and I, as a strange spirit root, are actually only in the middle stage of the elder! Why! Why am I still far from the Yuan Infant Stage!" The middle-aged man, who had always been extremely arrogant, was furious because of jealousy at this time, and couldn't help but wave a palm at a boulder a few feet away.

An ice pick several feet big struck out, and with a "bang", the boulder was smashed.

"What! Monk of the Five Spirit Roots!" the old man was gulping down, and when he heard the other party's words, he squirted out the spiritual wine in his mouth several feet away, and shouted in horror.

"Could it be that he has some kind of extremely rare spirit body, and his cultivation is extremely fast?" asked the old man suspiciously.

"No, he's just an ordinary five-spirit root. He has been cultivating since he was a child, but he has not been able to cultivate to the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage before the age of fifteen, but he is a monk with extremely inferior qualifications who has been expelled by his family!" The cold voice of the man in white seemed to hate that his cultivation was far behind the other party.