would increase by several times.Originally, Ming Cheng was eager for revenge. Now, encountering this lone Triangle Demon Beast Di Sha was a stroke of luck from heaven. The Triangle Demon Beast and the..."At first, I only wanted to use the spiritual creature within you to refine a binding rope for demons. Then, I would personally retrieve the foundation-building pill. However, to better understand your strength and get the foundation-building pill sooner, I decided to take you to Niushou Mountain."

“Foundation Establishment Pill You, an ordinary Qi Condensation cultivator, how could possibly have a Foundation Establishment Pill!” Lu Xia Tian was shocked and incredulous.

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“Impossible Actually, you only know the tip of the iceberg about my grudge with Qian Dali. Back then in this underground palace, I obtained not one but two foundation-building pills!” Weng Zhihan let out a hearty laugh and took out the larger inkstone from his backpack. With a squeeze of his hand, the inkstone made of bluestone shattered, revealing a small pouch inside. Weng Zhihan opened the pouch, and inside was a pill bottle emitting a powerful medicinal aroma. This ordinary pill bottle couldn't contain the aura of the foundation-building pills at all.

Lu Xia Tian's eyes widened in surprise. That seemingly dilapidated piece of cloth was quite extraordinary, effectively isolating the spiritual energy of the elixir. It made it appear as if the inkstone were an ordinary object, a truly ingenious design.

“Back then, when Qian Dali ambushed me, I was gravely injured. I knew that if this Zhuji Pill were on me, Qian Dali would definitely take it. So, I carefully packed it and hid it elsewhere before escaping back to Lingxiao Palace. Because if he had caught me on the way and couldn't find the pill on me, he wouldn't have killed me out of spite, and I could have saved my life.”

Speaking of this arrangement, Weng Zhihan's shiny scalp shook with delight. Then he said angrily, "Who would have thought that Qian Dali, that old bastard, has such a deep connection to the immortals Despite his advanced age, he was lucky enough to successfully build his foundation and even trapped me in the Black Water Village mine, where I could never see the sun again. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have had another chance to get out. In that sense, I really have to thank you."

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"Is this how you thank me" Lu Xia Tian said, leaning against the stone wall in pain.

"The path of cultivation, it is a world of the strong preying on the weak. While you are decisive and resolute, qualities I rarely see in people, you are still young and harbor pride. Thinking your strength surpasses mine, believing your cultivation far exceeds mine, you think you can control me like a plaything You are dreaming!"

Weng Zhihan let out a cold snort, then greedily looked at Lu Xiaitian again, "Of course, you must also have some incredible secrets. Otherwise, how could you achieve such rapid progress in cultivation and cultivate your spells to such a miraculous level At the same time, you are also an extremely skilled Insect Cultivator. You even refine pills. To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that an ordinary cultivator could reach your level. But from now on, everything about you will naturally belong to me. Before you die, don't you want to say anything Honestly confess your secrets, for the sake of our acquaintance, I can let you die a little more comfortably."

“As for you, an old thing so cunning and evil, I have only one word to say.” Lu Xiaoxiao said fiercely.

“What did you say” Weng Zhihan’s old face darkened, he tightened his grip on the binding demon rope, from Lu Xiaottian's posture, it seemed like he wasn't going to cooperate.

“You can go die.” Lu Xia Tian’s mouth suddenly twitched, his left hand waving, a black shadow flashed.

“Are you not hurt” Weng Zhihan was first startled, then gave a cold smile. He waved his right hand, wielding the Binding Demon Rope to deflect Lu Xiaoteng’s desperate counterattack as he neared death. Lu Xiaoteng had endless tricks up his sleeve; Weng Zhihan feared him greatly, so even while speaking, he remained secretly vigilant.

Now that he has his magic weapon, even if Lu Xia Tian has some tricks up his sleeve, he's just an ordinary cultivator who's been in Lingxiao Palace for over six years. How much could he possibly be capable of

The Binding Demon Rope let out a resounding whoosh as it was flung. Even a top-grade spirit weapon couldn't withstand the attack of the Binding Demon Rope. The rope, imbued with spirit, coiled around, intending to ensnare the shadow. However, even Weng Zhihan hadn't anticipated that the shadow was incredibly sharp. It violently trembled, dissipating, revealing a black dagger within. It grew in size to over two feet long and cleaved the Binding Demon Rope in two!

"A magic sword! Impossible, how could you have a magic weapon!" Weng Zhihan screamed in disbelief, looking utterly terrified and hysterical.

"If you have Foundation Establishment Pills, why can't I have magic weapons"

Lu Xia Tian retorted, manipulating the sword towards Weng Zhi Han's neck with a flash. Weng Zhi Han was startled and immediately used the binding rope to block it, but the black sword only feinted once, suddenly changing direction and plunging straight down, causing skin to tear and flesh to split.

Weng Zhihan let out a scream, suddenly retreating with a deep sword wound on his waist visible to the bone. At the same time, the storage pouch snatched from the black-armored man was also cut by this sword. Lu Xiaoteng reached out and drew the storage pouch into his hand. Just now, Weng Zhihan had placed the Qi Condensation Pill in it. Lu Xiaoteng's heart beat with a little excitement. He didn't expect that the Qi Condensation Pill he had been thinking about day and night would be so easy to get. It was not in vain for these months of hardship.

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“You, return the Zhu Ji Dan to me, or I’ll fight you to the death!” Weng Zhihan was furious, ignoring the blood streaming down his waist. He looked like a frenzied tiger as he controlled the Binding Demon Rope and lashed towards Lu Xia Tian.

“With just your cultivation at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, you're still lacking.” Lu Xiaotian chuckled. The black magic sword had been refined for several months, completely erasing the aura of the old man in black robes left on it. It was now as if an extension of his arm.

Although Weng Zhihan managed to swindle him out of quite a few mid-grade spirit stones by pretending to be an artifact refiner, it would take a considerable amount of time. However, his cultivation level was ultimately inferior to Lu Xiaottian's, lacking several layers. And although the Binding Demon Rope was incredibly powerful, it was only recently forged and lacked any cultivator's aura on it, making it relatively easy to refine. It would still require some refining, though. If you gave Weng Zhihan an incense stick's worth of time, dealing with him would be much more troublesome.

As soon as it was forged, Lu Xia Tian repelled the eight members of Heitie Tower and did not give Weng Zhihan time to refine the Binding Demon Rope. Originally, Weng Zhihan thought that even without refining the magic weapon, he could suppress Lu Xia Tian. Who would have thought that Lu Xia Tian, an ordinary cultivator with no background, actually possessed a magic weapon. Weng Zhihan racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. If he had a magic weapon, why was he so embarrassed and fled in the mine cave when he was attacked by the Lingxiao Palace disciple who possessed the Black Flood Dragon Scissors

After several exchanges, swords clashed and blades flew. Ong Zhihan's body bore more wounds. Due to the disparity in their cultivation levels and Lu Xiaoteng's superior control over his weapons,

A black sword flashed, and Ong Zhihan let out a scream as his right arm, which held the Binding Demon Rope, was severed at the wrist. Ong Zhihan, ignoring the excruciating pain, stretched out his left hand to grab the Binding Demon Rope, clutching onto this last straw of salvation.

...But compared to speed, Lu Xia Tian was much faster. Two little fireballs flew over consecutively, and Weng Zhihan had to shrink back, in an instant, Lu Xia Tian floated forward several meters and grabbed the binding demon rope in his hand.

"Why don't you kill me" Having lost his last support, Weng Zhihan looked ashen, giving up all resistance. In fact, resistance was useless. Lu Xiaottian now had two magic weapons in hand, and taking his life would be effortless.

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