Become a Fairy

"Not all immortal kings or ghost kings can use this method. After each title, the strong person's understanding of the things that suppress the world will be different, and the emphasis will be different.

I have had this feeling many years ago, but by communicating with the creatures in the world, the power that can be borrowed can be large or small. After all, it is an external force, and it may also affect my own cultivation, so I am also cautious.

I have always longed for this kind of power, but did not dare to take the crucial step. Dongfang Dansheng, as the strongest being in the dragon clan at present, do you dare to follow my methods? "

It will take time for the Black Mountain Ghost Lord's momentum to increase, and he knows very well that this cannot be hidden from Lu Xiaotian, who has a sharp gaze. If the opponent takes action, his improvement will soon come to an abrupt end.

"Why don't you dare? I also want to see how far you can improve." Lu Xiaotian looked at the Black Mountain Ghost Lord with a normal expression.

Maybe this choice will bring him a lot of risks, but now that this situation has occurred, it may happen again in the future.

In this case, it is better to understand it now. Simply avoiding it will not solve the problem.

In the current situation, Lu Xiaotian will not encounter external interference and can carefully observe the improvement process of the Black Mountain Ghost Lord. There may not be such a good opportunity again in the future.

"Haha, good, you are worthy of being the Eastern Alchemy Sage who spans several realms. I am ashamed of myself for this kind of arrogance!"

The Black Mountain Ghost Lord laughed loudly, "I have been famous for countless years and killed countless people, but I have never owed anyone a favor.

Now, when you are dying, you can give me a chance to surpass myself, even if it is only a very short process, I will accept your favor. You have seen the improvement process clearly, I will not hold back later. "

"Okay!" There was a surge of energy and blood in Lu Xiaotian's body, and a powerful and pure fighting spirit emitted invisibly.

The reason why Heishan Guijun agreed to let him complete his promotion was not because he was noble, but because he simply wanted to see the process and strength of his promotion.

Regardless of Lu Xiaotian's original intention, Black Mountain Ghost Lord felt that this was a kind of fulfillment. It was not that important to him whether Lu Xiaotian could see clearly the process of his improvement.

In his current state, he is destined to die. But enemies like Lu Xiaotian don't make him hate him.

"What a powerful but pure fighting spirit. It is said that those who have cultivated the body of a true dragon have a pure and sincere fighting spirit.

Originally, I didn't believe that you could survive the pursuit of many powerful enemies in the fairy world. You must be very deep and well-versed in calculations. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be alive today.

Now I really believe it. With this fighting spirit alone, you really deserve the reputation you have now. "

Lu Xiaotian did not respond to the Black Mountain old ghost's words, but just watched the opponent's momentum continue to increase, and at the same time, there was a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Just as Heishan Guijun said, he only has pure fighting spirit now. If possible, he would rather those opponents compete fairly and argue with each other, just like before him.

A shadow of a stele fell above the head of the Black Mountain Ghost Lord, as if a world had descended. The shadow of the stele slowly entered from the Tianling Cover of the Black Mountain Ghost Lord.

It looks like just an extremely ordinary thing falling, but there are images inside.

An ignorant boy was playing in the mud with other playmates in the village. At dinner time, like other playmates, he went home and was beaten. After a while, he had to eat with snot in his nose. The next day and the third day, he was beaten again. What goes around comes around.

The boy lived a carefree life like this. As expected, he would grow up like everyone else and become a strong young man.

Then he goes to the fields to tend crops, goes to the river to catch fish, then finds a woman in the village to get married and have children, and then lets his children repeat his life.

But one day, beacon smoke suddenly ignited outside the mountain village. A group of cavalry broke through the tranquility of the mountain village, and the place where they saw it turned into blood.

The boy's parents, grandfather, and grandmother were all lying in a pool of blood. His sister was humiliated and died.

The world's fireworks turned into a ghostland, and the boy fell into a pool of blood. Dozens of arrows passed through his body, but the boy's vitality was stronger than the others.

But this exuberance of life was not what he wanted. He cried, with hatred and helplessness in his eyes, and crawled towards his sister and parents little by little.

The boy thought he would die like this. He wanted to die with his family. The boy ended up lying between his parents, his seriously injured body throbbing.

He wanted to fall asleep quickly, fall asleep with his family, never wake up again, and the nightmare in front of him would disappear.

But the boy found that he couldn't sleep, he was just in such hopeless pain. Until a woman in a green robe with a cold face rode a unicorn. In the darkness of the night, the clatter of hooves walked into this broken and burning mountain village.

The woman in green robe is like an orchid in the empty valley, she is just passing by the mountain village. After seeing the boy lying in despair and panic in a pool of blood, he was startled, and the unicorn came to the boy's side psychically.

The boy saw a handsome but cold face. The other party asked him if he wanted revenge. The boy was speechless, but he still blinked in response.

He took the pills given by the woman and buried his family members and childhood playmates with his own hands. Then he followed the woman to the foot of a green mountain and to the side of the river.

He practiced in the river, endured the extreme fire and ice inside, and experienced the baptism of the strong winds of heaven and earth in the clouds.

Later, with a sword, he found the cavalry that had bloodbathed the mountain village. The young man slaughtered tens of thousands of cavalry alone, and the blood feud came to an end.

The boy paid tribute to his parents and relatives, his hatred was resolved, and he felt a little melancholy.

The mountain village that used to be had become desolate, and the fireworks of the world had faded in his heart unconsciously. Instead, there was a shadow of the mountain in his heart, and that face that was becoming clearer, colder, and more beautiful.

Unconsciously, he already had another belonging in his heart. The woman was like a bright moon high above him. He wanted to chase her with his whole life.

The boy practiced madly, appeared in the deep mountains and swamps, fought with enemies and demons, and experienced blood and fire.

Because he knew that the woman also had powerful enemies, every once in a while, the woman would disappear for a while, and then return to Qingshan with scars.

The woman never said a word to him. The boy would not ask more questions. In his heart, the woman was like the bright moon in the sky and could not be desecrated. He looked up at her countless nights, but did not dare to get too close.

But one day, a group of falcon cavalry entered the mountains and swamps. When he got the news and rushed back, the mountains and rivers were like the mountain village in his childhood, turned into scorched earth. Everywhere he looked was a broken black mountain, and the bright moon in the sky was like the moonlight scattered in the river, lying at the foot of the green mountain.

The mottled, huge sword gullies on the ground seemed to cut into his heart. The boy hugged the woman in green for the first and only time. The woman's face was as cold as always, and her eyes were indifferent, but she had lost the breath of life.

The young man held the girl in his arms, his eyes weeping blood. The green mountains lost their color in his eyes. The three thousand mountains were all burnt black. Only the young man's white hair was out of tune with this burnt black world.

The image in the monument continued. I don't know when the young man transformed into a ghost king who dominated the ghost world.

"I have never been to that hometown again. I am afraid that I can't bear the heavy memories. Now I suddenly want to go there again. Sleeping at the foot of the Black Mountain may be my best destination."

The Black Mountain Ghost King smiled sadly, "Come on, use your strongest means. I know you have a Fang Tian Hua Ji in your hand. That is your strongest dragon soldier. Let's see if my knife can break your dragon soldier."

The Black Mountain Ghost King stretched out his hand to the void, and the wind and thunder surged between heaven and earth. Even the chaotic space force seemed to calm down at this moment.

The Black Mountain Ghost King had an ordinary mottled sword in his hand, just like the one on the boy's back in the monument.

At this moment, the Black Mountain Ghost King in front of him showed a look of relief in his eyes, and gently stroked the sword in his hand, as if he was looking at a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"What is the name of your sword?" Lu Xiaotian looked at the Black Mountain Ghost King. The opponent's sword was still in his hand, but in his eyes, his sword had already been cut out.

This sword was natural and traceless, but it was like a brilliant pen, filling the last regret of the Black Mountain Ghost King's life.

Where he came from and where he went, the sword he cut out was also his own destination.

"Everything has changed, but the green mountain in my heart has never faded. The world respects me as the Black Mountain Ghost King, and thinks that I have countless tribesmen under my command and rule countless territories.

In fact, there is only that green mountain in my heart. This sword has no name, as if it must have one, so let's call it "Kill all the immortals and demons to see the green mountain."

"Good sword, good name." Lu Xiaotian nodded, and the sword shadow had slowly arrived. The power of this sword has exceeded any time when Lu Xiaotian fought with it.

Lu Xiaotian could no longer hold back. The opponent had already put aside life and death and victory and defeat. At this moment, the Black Mountain Ghost King was in his strongest state. Without the Fang Tian Hua Ji, he would not only lose, but also die.

Clang! The long sword and the Fang Tian Hua Ji intertwined. There was no profound magical power, only no tricks, the simplest collision, but it was the ultimate use of the mysteries of the law by the two.

The opponent had the power from the communication with the ghost hidden boundary monument, and Lu Xiaotian also had the totem power blessed by the dragon power of all living beings.

In this battle, the two gave their all. The Kongyun Demon Lord, who was watching from afar, saw the beginning. As a powerful demon king, he was inexplicably convinced by the two strong men in front of him. This was a pure battle without any distractions.

In the end, the Kongyun Demon Lord could not see what was happening inside. The outside was already mixed up by the law fluctuations.

Inside, Lu Xiaotian and the Black Mountain Ghost King were still fighting hard with a sword and a halberd. Lu Xiaotian felt that it was somewhat similar to the fight with the Dragon Slayer Immortal Lord back then.

Every strong man has his own unique way of cultivation, but most of them have amazing talents after putting aside death and all the entanglements of interests.

The Black Mountain Ghost King in front of him is like this. He forcibly merged with the power of the Ghost Hidden Boundary Monument, and there was nothing wrong.

The boundless ghost energy once suppressed Lu Xiaotian. The advantage was getting bigger and bigger. As a dragon clan strongman, Lu Xiaotian, even with the power of the dragon clan totem, was about to collapse.

However, the blood law once again brought Lu Xiaotian a surprise. Under this extreme oppression, the potential of the blood law was also completely squeezed out. When Lu Xiaotian felt that he was about to collapse, he finally survived.

Lu Xiaotian survived the biggest difficulty, and the Black Mountain Ghost King's momentum began to decline.

Buzz! I don't know how many times he fought. After the last fierce hard fight, Lu Xiaotian floated away, and the Fang Tian Huaji turned into a green dragon. The green dragon made a desolate dragon roar, as if saying goodbye to an opponent.

The Black Mountain Ghost King put away his sword and stood, stroking his long sword lovingly.

Lu Xiaotian stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the other party wipe his long sword, until the other party's figure became increasingly faint. In this battle, the Black Mountain Ghost King had exhausted all his essence. Lu Xiaotian also consumed a lot of the power of the Dragon Clan Totem.

"Thank you!" The Black Mountain Ghost King said lightly before he completely dissipated.

Lu Xiaotian didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say. No matter how deceitful the previous fight was, the performance of the Black Mountain Ghost King in this battle was enough to win his respect.

"You killed another powerful ghost king." The eyes of the Kongyun Demon Venerable were complicated, and at the same time, he looked at Lu Xiaotian with a little more respect.

"I didn't kill the Black Mountain Ghost King, but he was exhausted. Forcibly communicating with the Ghost Hidden Boundary Monument, at the cost of burning himself, just like the Thunder Dragon King at the beginning." Lu Xiaotian shook his head.

"Let's go find the remaining Geng Demon God Needle." The Kongyun Demon Venerable didn't dwell on this topic.

"You go."

"Aren't you going to find the last Geng Demon God Needle?" The Kongyun Demon Venerable was stunned.

"It's not that important for the Geng Demon God to target me. If you can find it, I'll give it to you." Lu Xiaotian said.

"Since it's not that important to you, why not give me the ones in your hand, or I'll exchange them for something." Kongyun Demon Lord's eyes lit up.

"I just said that the one that I didn't take back is not that important to me. The remaining four are still useful.

And with your strength, you can't control a set of Geng Demon God Needles now. Go find the one you need first. If you feel that your strength is enough, you can come to me. If I'm still alive, it's okay to give it to you." Lu Xiaotian shook his head.

"Thank you, if that day comes, I will find you." Kongyun Demon Lord was stunned. He didn't expect this reply, but this reply was also good for him.

After saying that, Kongyun Demon Lord didn't stop at all. His body flashed a few times and disappeared into the void.

Lu Xiaotian stood in his original position without moving, and carefully experienced the whole process of the fight between the Black Mountain Ghost King.

The life-and-death fight with the Black Mountain Ghost King touched him as much as any of the previous battles, including the one with the Golden Shadow Ancestral Demon.

The Black Mountain Ghost King showed him the entire process of integrating the power of the Ghost Hidden Boundary Monument without reservation.

The control and application of the laws, the powerful fluctuations of the laws, raised his understanding of the phantom of the Ghost Hidden Boundary Monument to a higher level. Recalling the fights with the Dark Star Immortal King and the Jade Chapter Demon King, he also saw the phantoms of the Beginningless Demon Knife and the Jade Disc of Creation.

From the perspective of cultivation, this trip was worthwhile, but Lu Xiaotian did not feel the slightest joy in his heart.