I conquer the immortal with my strength

There are more than a dozen immortal cultivation forces scattered around the north of Wanluo Immortal Mountain, as well as some independent cultivators.

Among them, Lingdao Sect, Xie Family, and Meng Family have foundation-building cultivators in charge, which are considered the foundation-building forces in the north of Wanluo Immortal Mountain.

The rest are Qi-refining forces.

However, there are also some independent and special foundation-building cultivators among the independent cultivators who do not like to establish their own factions. They are considered difficult characters that all forces in the north of Wanluo Immortal Mountain are unwilling to offend.

The Shizhulin Market mentioned by Xia Daoming is a market controlled by Lingdao Sect. It only takes an hour or so to get there from Jingui Peak.

Before killing Ding Chushan, Xia Daoming had already inquired in detail about the situation in the north of Wanluo Immortal Mountain.

This time, he showed his eighth-grade great martial arts master on the way, and after being appreciated by Lu Ziying, he specially inquired about the situation in the north of Wanluo Immortal Mountain on the way.

Now I have a preliminary concept of the north of Wanluo Immortal Mountain in my mind, but I still need to understand the specific situation in depth.

Xia Daoming quickly rode his Wuyun Treading Snow and left the Jingui Peak Valley.

Not long after Xia Daoming left, a flying bird magic weapon with wings spread two feet wide and a hollow body in the middle, used to carry people, took off from Xunxian Cliff, then swooped down, close to the mountain, and flew low.

From time to time, there would be strong winds formed by the stirring of spiritual energy over Wanluo Immortal Mountain. If it was not a high-level flying magic weapon, it could not withstand the strong winds and could only fly low.

On the flying bird magic weapon, two people stood facing the wind.

It was Lu Weiwen and Lu Chengtian.

This time they were going to Lingdaomen to deliver a 400-year-old dragon-patterned purple blood ginseng.

"Uncle, is the matter of that bastard just over?" Lu Chengtian asked unwillingly.

"Chengtian, you must remember that in the eyes of ordinary people, immortals live a carefree life, living a carefree life, and not fighting with the world.

In fact, the struggle in the world of immortal cultivation is a hundred times and a thousand times more cruel than that in the secular world. There are still laws and reasons in the secular world, but in the world of immortal cultivation, power is the real truth.

As long as you have strong power, you can do whatever you want, and no one dares to disobey. So, since you have already made a feud with that bastard's family today, you must not let him grow up." Lu Weiwen said, and his originally elegant and fair face showed a hideous look at this moment.

"Uncle means to find an opportunity to kill him!" Lu Chengtian showed surprise.

"Stupid! How can the person personally appointed by the clan leader be killed? If the clan leader investigates afterwards, even I can't afford it.

I just tell you that if I let him go now, it doesn't mean that I will let him go in the future, but this matter needs to be slowed down and a suitable opportunity needs to be found! In short, since the enemy has been made, we must cut the grass and eradicate it to avoid future troubles!" Lu Weiwen said.

"My grandson understands what my uncle taught me!" Lu Chengtian bowed respectfully.

"Well, you have a good talent. There are no outstanding descendants in my lineage. If you perform well, I will cultivate you." Lu Weiwen said.

"Thank you for your cultivation, my grandson will definitely live up to your uncle's high expectations!" Lu Chengtian said.

Lu Weiwen nodded without comment, and looked down. Suddenly, he saw a man and a horse, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"The man below seems to be the child's uncle!"

"That's right, his name is Xia Daoming, an eighth-grade martial artist, and I heard that he is highly valued by Lu Ziying, and his mount seems to be somewhat psychic." Lu Chengtian's eyes lit up, revealing a murderous intent.

"At such a young age, he is already an eighth-rank martial artist. He has the hope of becoming a master. Once he becomes a master, he will pose a certain threat to me, not to mention you.

This man must not be allowed to grow up, otherwise, that bastard will be protected by this man, and you will have fewer opportunities to deal with him in the future, and there is also a high risk of leaking information when you deal with that bastard." Lu Weiwen said lightly.

"Uncle means to kill him now!" Lu Chengtian's heart skipped a beat and said.

"That bastard, you can't kill him now, can't you kill a mere martial artist from another family in this wilderness?" Lu Weiwen said.

"But Hanxing Valley is in urgent need of people, and he will be sent there sooner or later. Why not kill him with the help of the Yan family?" Although Lu Chengtian wanted to kill Xia Daoming now, he wanted to appear more scheming and mature in front of Lu Weiwen, so he forced himself to suppress his killing intent and said.

"This is a way. But what if he has made merit in Hanxing Valley and attracted the attention and attention of the clan's senior leaders? Then you will be self-defeating.

It is better to kill him now, clean and neat. Anyway, he is only an eighth-grade great martial artist. It is easy for you to kill him with your ability.

Besides, I feel a little uncomfortable about what happened this morning. I want to see blood and relieve the depression in my heart, so this kid deserves bad luck!" Lu Weiwen said coldly.

"Yes!" Lu Chengtian was overjoyed.

On horseback.

Xia Daoming raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Lu Weiwen and the other person were on the flying bird magic weapon, just like the judge of the King of Hell. When sentencing him to death, Xia Daoming's consciousness, which has become more and more powerful and sharp recently, detected the magic weapon flying low behind him, and two familiar breaths.

However, Lu Weiwen is the elder of the Lu family and his strength is not weak.

Besides, there was no deep hatred between the two of them, and Xia Daoming didn't know much about his character. If he rashly took his life just because of the conflict of ideas in the morning, it would not be his style. Otherwise, if it was Lu Chengtian who acted alone, Xia Daoming would probably have taken his life by now!

Naturally, Lu Weiwen and the others didn't know that Xia Daoming had already noticed their arrival.

They saw that Xia Daoming was just an eighth-grade great martial artist. With their two cultivations, taking his life would be like picking something out of a bag, so they didn't bother to attack him from behind.

Moreover, Lu Weiwen and Lu Chengtian were in a bad mood because of what happened in the morning. They wanted to kill Xia Daoming to relieve their depression, so they wanted to torture him and make him understand!

Soon, a strong wind blew.

The bird magic weapon flew past Xia Daoming's head, and then landed eight or nine feet away from Xia Daoming.

Lu Weiwen put away the bird weapon and stood with his hands behind his back. His green clothes were flowing, his temperament was elegant, and he looked like a master from the immortal family.

Naturally, he would not take action personally for such a small role.

Just watching a show on the side to relieve the bad mood in the morning.

Lu Chengtian walked towards Xia Daoming with a smile.

Looking at Xia Daoming was like looking at a dead person.

Xia Daoming reined in his horse, then turned over and dismounted.

"Young Master Chengtian, elder of the Uyghur tribe, I wonder why you are blocking my way?" Xia Daoming showed a trace of confusion and panic.

"What do you think?" Lu Chengtian smiled jokingly.

"I don't know! I wonder what Young Master Chengtian's orders are?" Xia Daoming became more and more panicked, but his consciousness had been fully released. He carefully felt the changes in the atmosphere around him to see if anyone happened to pass by.

It seems that there is no escape from this killing spree today, so we must be more cautious.

"I don't have any orders. I just want you to kill yourself so that I don't have to do anything!" Lu Chengtian stopped about three feet away from Li Xia Daoming and said with a smile.

"You want to kill me? Why? I am someone close to Miss Ziying!" Xia Daoming's face changed drastically and he stepped back.

"Who is Lu Ziying? You dare to go against me. Sooner or later, you will go to Hanxing Valley to die! As for you, you could have died later.

It's a pity that you met me here unexpectedly, and I happen to be in a bad mood today, so I can only ask you to go on your way a day earlier. " Lu Chengtian said.

As he said that, Lu Chengtian wanted to twitch his fingers.

"Boring!"

Not far away, Lu Weiwen saw that Lu Chengtian was about to take action, and suddenly felt bored.

The martial artist is vulgar and is only an eighth-grade warrior. Killing him really doesn't bring any sense of satisfaction.

"All right!"

When Lu Weiwen said it was boring, Xia Daoming also uttered two words.

Almost at the same time, he held the knife with one hand, grabbed the handle with the other, and pulled the knife out.

"Fine..." Lu Chengtian's lips curled up into a contemptuous sneer.

But before the next words were spoken, his eyes suddenly widened, showing an extremely frightened look.

Xia Daoming's palm knife lightly slashed at him.

A strong wind blew up the sand and gravel on the ground.

An extremely condensed and sharp blade appeared in front of his thighs almost in an instant.

At this time, Lu Chengcai had just activated the magic formula, and the spell had not yet had time to form.

Lu Chengtian subconsciously stepped back.

But the blade was much faster than him.

"Stab it!"

The blade was like cutting tofu, cutting off both of Lu Chengtian's thighs.

As Lu Chengtian was retreating, his upper body fell to the ground like a pillar of flesh poking straight from his broken leg due to inertia.

The blood suddenly dyed the sand and gravel on the ground red.

When Xia Daoming used the knife in his hand and turned it into a knife through the air, cutting off both of Lu Chengtian's thighs at the same time, his sword slashed at Lu Weiwen from eight to nine feet away.

With this blow, the tiger roared.

A black winged tiger broke through the air and pounced towards Lu Weiwen, so fast that it was like a black lightning.

Lu Weiwen never dreamed that an eighth-grade great martial artist could actually release a black winged tiger to pounce on him from a distance of eight or nine feet. His face suddenly changed, and his eyes showed a look of extreme horror.

While the person quickly stepped back, he flipped his palm and quickly activated a low-level protective magic weapon.

That magical weapon is a shield.

As soon as Lu Weiwen activated it, a stream of yellow light quickly lit up, vaguely looking like a shield.

But this stream of light had just lit up, condensing into a thin shield, and the black winged tiger had already arrived.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sharp tiger claws grabbed hard.

The newly condensed shield immediately dispersed its light, turned into a gust of wind, and disappeared.

Lu Weiwen's whole body was even more affected by this fierce blow, and he fell back. The energy and blood in his body surged, and the energy and mana rioted. It was a little difficult to control for a moment.

But Lu Weiwen is also very powerful. At the critical moment of life and death, he calmed down, regardless of the injuries to the meridians in his body, he forcibly controlled part of the rioting infuriating energy, penetrated his legs, whipped up a gust of wind, and then used the power of the violent blow just now to He retreated even faster, and actually opened a slight distance between him and Xia Daoming, reaching about ten feet.

Seeing that the distance was slightly wider, Lu Weiwen did not dare to relax at all.

Because he knows that martial arts masters attack very quickly.

If he couldn't open a wider distance as soon as possible, he wouldn't be able to find the opportunity to cast the spell.

But Lu Weiwen obviously thought too much.

A dragon roar sounded, and at some point, Xia Daoming had another gun in his hand.

Pistol in left hand, knife in right hand.

The spear comes out like a dragon, the sword comes out like a tiger.

A dragon and a tiger, ten feet away, were in front of him in the blink of an eye.

PS: There are four updates today, and this one is an additional update to supplement the leader of Xiaohe 005. No more today. I will spend the afternoon and evening working on the manuscript for tomorrow morning.

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