One Step to Become an Immortal

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Weng Zhihan said in a low voice, “At first I just wanted to use your spiritual object to help me make a demon-binding rope. Then I personally went back to the Foundation Establishment Pill. But in order to further understand your strength, and get it in advance. Back to the Foundation Establishment Pill, so I decided to take you to Niushou Mountain.”

“Foundation Establishment Pill? You are an ordinary Qi Refinement cultivator, how could there be a Foundation Establishment Pill!” Lu Xiaotian looked shocked and didn’t believe in authenticity.

“Is it impossible? In fact, my grievance with Qian Dali, all you know is the tip of the iceberg. The Foundation Establishment Pill you got in this Earth Palace was not one, but two!” Weng Zhihan sighed. I took out the one-size inkstone from the package on my back, and stretched out his hand to squeeze it. The inkstone made of bluestone was crushed, revealing a small cloth bag inside. Weng Zhihan opened the cloth bag. Inside was a pill bottle, exuding a powerful medicine pill scent. This ordinary pill bottle could not isolate the breath of the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Lu Xiaotian was a little surprised at the corner of his eyes. The worn-out linen cloth was quite simple, and it could isolate the spirit strength of medicine pill so thoroughly that people thought that inkstone was just an ordinary thing. It was a clever design.

“At the beginning, I was seriously injured by Qian Dali’s sneak attack. I knew that this Foundation Establishment Pill would be taken by Qian Dali if I carried it. So I wrapped it up and placed it elsewhere. Then I fled back to the Spirit Firmament Palace. Because he was caught by Qian Dali at 10000 on the way, he could not find the medicine pill on me, and he would definitely not kill me, so he could save a life.”

Speaking of this arrangement, Weng Zhihan’s bald head shook triumphantly. Then he said bitterly, “Who knows that Qian Dali’s old bastard immortal fate is not superficial, and that the old age can even get lucky with the success of the Foundation Establishment, and trapped the old man in the black liquid mine forever. If not met, You, I’m afraid I really don’t have a chance to come out again. In this respect, I really have to thank you.”

“You thank me in this way?” Lu Xiaotian sat down with his back against the stone wall painfully.

“Cultivation Avenue, weak are prey to the strong. Although you are a killing firmness, and you have a strong temperament that I have only seen in my life, but you are youngster and arrogant. You think you are strong and your cultivation base is much higher than me, so you think I can’t do anything. Out of your palm? What a dream!”

Weng Zhihan was coldly snorted, and then greedily looked towards Lu Xiaotian, “Of course, there must be some great secret in your body, otherwise, how can you successfully cultivate spell cultivation to such a Major Perfection while rapidly increasing your cultivation base? At the same time, he is still an extremely powerful insect cultivator. He can also pill concocting. To be honest, if you don’t see it with your own eyes, I really don’t believe that an ordinary cultivator can do yours. But from now on, yours Everything is naturally mine. Before you die, don’t you plan to say something? Tell your secrets honestly, and for the sake of friendship, I can make you die faster.”

“I only have one word for your sinister old bastard like this.” Lu Xiaotian said harshly.

“What are you talking about?” Old Weng Zhihan’s face sank, squeezing Yaosuo’s hand tightly, seeing Lu Xiaotian’s posture, he didn’t intend to cooperate.

“You can go to death.” Lu Xiaotian’s mouth suddenly tilted, and with a wave of his left hand, a dark shadow flashed across.

“Are you not hurt?” Weng Zhihan first started, then coldly smiled, and his right hand waved the demon-binding rope to resist Lu Xiaotian’s mortal counterattack. Lu Xiaotian has an endless stream of cards. He is very jealous of Lu Xiaotian, so even when he was speaking just now, he was still on guard.

Now he has Magical Artifact in hand. Even if Lu Xiaotian has some hole cards, he is no more than an ordinary cultivator who has been in the Spirit Firmament Palace for more than 6 years. Where can he go?

The bondage demon slammed out. Even the top grade Spiritual Artifact can’t stand the blow of the demon. The bondage cord is quite spiritual, as soon as the cord is wound, the shadow will be enclosed. It’s just that Weng Zhihan couldn’t expect that the black shadow was quite sharp. Under the violent shaking, the shadow dissipated, revealing a small black sword inside. His figure soared to more than 2 feet, and he even split the bondage rope. .

“Magical Artifact Flying Sword! Impossible, how can you have Magical Artifact!” Weng Zhihan screamed, hysterical and terrified.

“Since you even have the Foundation Establishment Pill, why can’t I have Magical Artifact?”

Lu Xiaotian asked rhetorically, manipulating the sword to wipe Weng Zhihan’s neck. Weng Zhihan was taken aback at once, and he quickly blocked it with a demon-binding cable, but Black Sword just made a flick, suddenly turned its direction, straight down, and its skin cracked.

Weng Zhihan let out a scream, then retreated suddenly, and a bone-invisible sword wound appeared on his waist. At the same time, the storage bag snatched from the big black man was also cut off by this sword. Lu Xiaotian reached out and beckoned and sucked the storage bag into his hand. Just now Weng Zhihan put the Foundation Establishment Pill in it. Lu Xiaotian was a little excited. He didn’t expect the Foundation Establishment Pill of the year for day and night to be acquired in this way. It would not be a waste of months of running.

“You, return the Foundation Establishment Pill to me, I’m fighting with you!” Weng Zhihan was extremely depraved, and ignoring his waist, he controlled the bondage cord and rolled towards Lu Xiaotian like a tiger.

“It depends on you, but Qi Refinement 7-Layer is still a bit worse.” Lu Xiaotian smiled, the black magic sword has been practiced for several months, completely erasing the black robed old man’s aura left on it. Already like a finger.

And even though Weng Zhihan cheated him a lot of middle grade Spirit Stone by using the refining tool, it could consume a long time. However, the cultivation base is not as good as Lu Xiaotian after all, it is a few layers behind, and the demon-binding cable is very powerful, but it is just a Magical Artifact that has not been contaminated with any cultivator on it. Refining is relatively easy, but it also requires sacrifice. First, if Weng Zhihan is given 5 minutes of time, it will be a lot of trouble to clean up Weng Zhihan.

Just as soon as it was refined, Lu Xiaotian repelled a group of 8 people from the Black Iron Pagoda, not at all giving Weng Zhihan time to refining and restrain the monster. Originally, Weng Zhihan thought that with Magical Artifact in hand, Lu Xiaotian could stabilize Lu Xiaotian even without refining. Who would have expected that Lu Xiaotian, an ordinary cultivator with no background, could actually own a Magical Artifact. Weng Zhihan scratched his head and couldn’t figure it out. If he had Magical Artifact, why would he be killed in the mine by the Spirit Firmament Palace disciple with Black Flood Dragon shears and run away in embarrassment?

Fighting against each other several times, rope and sword exchange. Several more wounds were added to Weng Zhihan. Due to the gap between the two people in the cultivation base, Lu Xiaotian also has significantly higher control over Magical Artifact.

The black magic sword flashed, Weng Zhihan let out a scream, and the right arm holding the demon cable was broken. Regardless of the severe pain on his body, Weng Zhihan stretched out his left hand to grab the demon-binding cable in his hand, pinching the last straw.

It’s just that Lu Xiaotian is much faster than speed. Two little Fireballs flew to one after another, Weng Zhihan had to shrink a little, in a flash, Lu Xiaotian flew forward several feet, grabbing the bondage rope in his hand.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” Having lost his last reliance, Weng Zhihan’s face was ashamed, and he gave up all resistance. In fact, resistance is useless. Lu Xiaotian now has 2 Magical Artifacts in his hand and wants to take his life, as easy as blowing off dust.