At present, there are only three halls of elixir, talisman, magic instrument, puppet and skill. Not every sub hall decides the victory or defeat, or the sub hall that has reached an agreement is the same as the previous Dan medicine, five magic tools and two halls. Some foundation building friars have gathered nearby one after another, with a total of hundreds.

With a roar, the puppet hall collapsed. What looked like a magnificent sub hall turned into a piece of ruins. Two figures were ejected from it, one black and one white. Suddenly, the figure in white was a masked woman Luo Qing. However, the chest of the white dress was stained with a large amount of crimson blood. Another man with an eagle nose looked in no good condition, His left arm was cut off by Qi gen, and there was a shallow sword mark on his neck, which almost hurt his life.

The man with a hooked nose didn't know which sect he was from. He could even compete with Luo qingdou, or he combined another person to fight with Luo Qingji. At this time, only two came out, and the other person may have been killed in the puppet hall by Luo Qing. However, in any case, the strength of the eagle nose man is definitely not weak to fight with Luo Qing. Just look at Luo Qing's momentum at this time, which has stabilized the eagle nose man's head. Lu Xiaotian secretly said that he didn't need to do it for the time being. And Tao Feng and Zongsheng are still there.

"Younger martial sister Luo, it's great that you can come out." Tao Feng was delighted to see Luo Qing's face. Without hesitation, he pulled out the dark wind ruler, looked at the eagle nose man coldly and said, "do you want to kill yourself or do you want me to do it?"

The cold and murderous spirit rippling from the dark wind ruler makes the friars around the foundation building slow. Tao Feng's cultivation was not high at first, but with the dark wind ruler, ordinary friars in the later stage also have the strength to fight with one. As long as they don't meet the first-class experts in the later stage of foundation building, there is no problem in self-protection.

"I'm afraid it's too early to say this now." a cold hum sounded, and more than a dozen Gray figures fell from the sky. The first person was the broad faced middle-aged man in the later stage of foundation construction. He looked a bit like an eagle nose man. He should be his elders. In addition, he was followed by three monks in the middle stage of foundation construction and more than a dozen early monks.

"Third uncle, it's great that you finally come. Help me take these people."

The eagle nose man was overjoyed. His hand holding the long sword inadvertently tightened. He was determined. Although the other party came to help, a dozen people suddenly came to him. In addition, there was a strong aid in the later stage of the construction period, which was not inferior to the other party in terms of single strength, and the number was several times that of the other party. In addition to the later stage of foundation construction, even if others are inferior in individual strength, their quantitative advantage is enough to make up for it. The eagle nose man was very jealous of the puppet obtained by Luo Qing. There were three people who entered the puppet hall together. One of them had been killed by Luo Qing. Two of the three puppets had fallen into Luo Qing's hands. If he could get it and practice puppet skills again, even if the friar met him in the later stage of foundation construction, he could only walk around. Now they are the one who has the upper hand. Naturally, they want to take advantage of the situation and seize the benefits. There are so many foundation building friars of other factions present. If they want to grab it, they must take advantage of it, otherwise it will change later.

Zhang Lan looked at the situation in front of him with flashing eyes. He obtained Danyuan magic tools from the magic tool hall, but he had not refined them. At this time, his strength had not been improved much. In his eyes, Zongsheng's strength was almost the same as him, except for the Tao Feng who already had a dark wind ruler. In the face of so many enemies, I'm afraid we may not be able to get along well. Although he had a temporary alliance with Zongsheng and Tao Feng, once he encountered unpredictable risks, this alliance became very fragile.

Zong Sheng and Tao Feng could not help but change their complexion when they saw this situation. Based on their experience, they naturally know that Zhang Lan is definitely unreliable at this time, that is, each other. I'm afraid they will hesitate at the moment of life and death.

Luo Qing's eyes were full of dignified look at this time. The man with an eagle nose and the other person she had killed before were quite not simple, so that now she has also suffered some injuries.

Lu Xiaotian sighed secretly. In this case, it seems impossible not to make a move, but he may not need to show up before the last moment. Once he had an idea, Lu Xiaotian, who mingled with the crowd, quietly showed his ice soul Xuanyin. Ice soul Xuanyin is a divine sense attack, invisible. When people hear the sound of water hitting stone, they are attacked. Friars with lower cultivation than Lu Xiaotian have no Parry power at all. Only the most important disciples of ancient sword sect like Yuan Hao who have magic tools to defend against divine sense attack can be spared. However, the means of divine consciousness attack are extremely rare, and the magic tools to defend against divine consciousness attack are extremely rare.

Although the base building Friar's divine sense has a great strength compared with the Qi refining friar, it is still not enough to exert a strong divine sense attack. Only the extremely powerful golden elixir can master this terrible means after practicing some powerful secrets. Obviously, among the many foundation building friars brought by the broad faced middle-aged man called the third uncle by the man with an eagle nose, more than a dozen disciples in the early stage of foundation building did not have this magic weapon to defend against divine consciousness attack.

"Insect carving skill!" the wide faced middle-aged monk snorted coldly. This low divine sense attack had no impact on him, and he didn't even have to guard against it. There was a strange wave in the air around, and a large number of wind blades poured in all directions. Although there were an extremely large number of wind blades, not to mention the foundation building friars, even a friar in the later stage of Qi refining could resist them. The wind blade formed by this initial spell can't break the base Friar's defensive spirit shield at all.

"Not good!" the broad faced middle-aged thought so, but the development of things was completely beyond his expectation. More than a dozen early friars under his command looked dull and didn't notice the approach of these wind blades. Its performance is not even comparable to that of friars in the early stage of gas refining. Wide face middle-aged quickly waved out several ice walls, blocking most of the wind blades outside the ice wall.

A large number of wind blades hit the ice wall, leaving only a shallow white mark, which can not shake half of it.

But Lu Xiaotian thought of this situation when he shot, so he released a large number of wind blades. With the initial Dharma seal formed in his body, with the support of strong mana, he can instantly send this low-level spell. Maybe cultivating a medium-level Dharma seal can also make him enough to sweep most of the foundation builders. However, when he chose to practice magic, he was forced into the mine by Qian Dali, so he had no other choice. With the help of various spiritual stones in the mine, the primary Dharma seal was condensed after repeated practice day after day and year after year. If you cultivate Dharma seal to medium level. Even now he can't bear the consumed spirit stones. After all, it takes enough spirit stones for him to drink a pot to ripen spirit grass and refine various elixirs for fighting and improving cultivation. Where does he have so much financial resources to upgrade France and India to the medium term. Moreover, he already had Danyuan magic tools and could refine pills. When he had more choices, he didn't need to spend a lot of time, energy and financial resources to take the road of Dharma cultivation. Lu Xiaotian still understood this truth.

It's just that even though it's obviously wrong for this kind of preliminary wind blade to appear on this occasion, no matter what moves, they are useful. This seemingly useless wind blade is like a stroke of God in Lu Xiaotian's use at this time. If the moves were too powerful, Tu Fang, a middle-aged monk with a broad face, could not sit idly by, so that he missed the best time. Now it's too late to rush.

Although the remaining three monks in the middle of foundation construction were not affected much, they chose to protect themselves at the first time, not to rescue their low-level Taoist friends, and their reaction was similar to that of Tu Fang, a middle-aged monk with a broad face. Even Tu Fang can't fully rescue them, let alone several of them.

Whoosh

Several wind blades flashed from the necks of several early friars. Several wind blades crossed the waist or head of the early friars. Tu Fang also saved three early friars with ice money, but twelve other early friars were unprepared, and nine fell. The three suffered different injuries and temporarily lost their combat effectiveness. With one blow, nine early friars were killed on the spot, which made hundreds of early friars numb. The attack method is very simple. Because of this, it is even more strange. There are so many people present, and there are no lack of experts. They have not even been able to detect who is the specific shot. Tu Fang looked in the direction of Lu Xiaotian. Lu Xiaotian was invisible among the people and disappeared from the people. He didn't look eye-catching at all.

Twelve people were killed and injured in such a precise instant. They were all friars in the early stage of foundation building. There were also many strong people in the late stage, but no one asked himself whether he could have such a mysterious means.

It's just that you can't even find out who the other party is, which makes this person look terrible. Tu Fang, a cold sweat oozed from the forehead of the man with an eagle nose. Although they still have a certain advantage in the number of people, they may not be able to win Luo Qing safely if they fight. Not to mention that the other party has an unfathomable helper who is invisible around and may be killed at any time.

After a look of fear flashed on Zhang Lan's face, she didn't hesitate. She chose to stand on the same line with Zongsheng, Tao Feng and others, and looked at Tu Fang and his gang covetously. It seems that when the mysterious people who just shot appeared, they immediately gave them a hard hand. At the same time, Zhang Lan's Yu Guang never left Zongsheng and Tao Feng for a moment. From their surprised look, they don't seem to know who they shot. However, Luo Qing seemed surprised and hesitant in his eyes. He didn't look very sure. It's incredible, but it's always an indisputable fact that there is strong support. By this person's means, even ordinary later monks are far from their opponents. As long as Tu Fang, who just spoke, is stopped and dare not start, the seemingly dangerous fight will not continue to deteriorate.

"Let's go!" after Tu Fang's look changed for a while, he jumped into the air and took the hook nose man away from here for a moment. Everything in front of him was too strange. First, I saw that the young man holding the fire dragon bow and arrow could easily kill the friars in the later stage of foundation building, and I was not afraid to fight the people. Then he ran into such a strange and powerful opponent. Even though he usually thinks highly of himself, he has no confidence to stay here.

Lu Xiaotian watched these people leave coldly. Although he was very interested in what puppets were in the puppet hall, after all, the centipede puppet had no effect on him, and he would know the art of puppet himself. Some treasures from the Hunyuan Taoist collection are quite extraordinary, and many of them have disappeared in the immortal cultivation world. If you can get a powerful puppet, his strength will undoubtedly rise again. Of course, compared with the things in the Kung Fu hall, Lu Xiaotian didn't want to make trouble because of a puppet. Maybe he won't be so polite when he meets this group of people after getting the Hunyuan Sutra.

After Tu Fang and the man with a hooked nose left, the surrounding atmosphere seemed strange. In contrast, only Luo Qing, Tao Feng, Zong Sheng and Zhang Lan seem calm, at least in appearance.

An hour later, the lingfu hall collapsed, and Wen Fu, a monk in the later stage of the foundation construction of the Qingdan palace and an old acquaintance of Lu Xiaotian, vomited blood and fell to the ground. He was already dead. The monk Duan Huitian, who had fought with Lu Xiaotian, rushed out immediately. But at this time, Duan Huitian's dress has become a cold black robed middle-aged, replacing the original obvious dress of Nanhuang friars. It's just that he can deceive others, and how can he affect Lu Xiaotian's judgment. Only these two people rushed out of the rune hall. It seems that the other person should also have fallen. This period of Huitian can kill Wen Fu, and his strength should also be improved. However, he had a strange black mirror on his body. Wen Fu's means were ordinary. It was not a miracle to die in Duan Huitian's hands.

"Wen..." among the many foundation building friars, a young man seemed unable to restrain himself and almost shouted out, but when he saw Duan Huitian's fierce eyes, he stiffly swallowed his words back. At this time, there are no other powerful monks in Qingdan palace. It can be said that he is alone. If this very powerful black robed man realizes that he is Wen Fu's disciple, he may soon be destroyed.

After Duan Huitian killed Wen Fu, he didn't mean to leave. The four of the five halls had been known, and only the last one was left. So many monks present looked disappointed. After all, they could practice until the foundation building period. When they first built the foundation, they chose their own skill in the sect. It is unrealistic to want to change and start all over again. What's more, even the most powerful martial arts can be practiced faster, and the fighting skills are also more powerful. In the final analysis, whether a monk is strong depends on his own accomplishments, the strength of magic tools, and his talent for cultivation. It's not that you can easily sweep the monks of the same level after decades of cultivation with an ancient skill. In fact, there are not enough spirit stones, pill support and poor qualification. If the attributes do not match, no matter how good the skill is, it can only be used to sell some spirit stones. It's no different from a piece of waste before it's sold.