A small casual cultivator!

That's it.

half a month later.

After many twists and turns, he finally returned to Bailuzhou.

Horse King City.

Lu Luan flew out from the teleportation formation.

He originally wanted to go directly to Blade Weapon City, but several teleportation arrays were unstable and out of service, so he came to Horse King City, intending to take another teleportation array from there to the Wuding Wasteland.

"What's going on? Something's wrong."

As soon as he came out and walked on the street, he felt something strange. He saw that the whole Mawang City was in turmoil and even the city defense formation was activated, as if guarding against something.

"Could it be that foreigners are attacking us?"

A thought naturally flashed through his mind, but he quickly shook his head. It was unlikely because the monks in the city were not gloomy at all but excited instead.

Seeing a middle-aged monk passing by, he stopped him and said, "Fellow Daoist, please stay."

Since he had not concealed his cultivation, the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building immediately stopped and bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Senior. I wonder what important matter you want me to address?"

Lu Luan looked up at the sky and asked, "What happened in Mawang City? Why does it feel like they are preparing for war?"

"Senior, you have just arrived in Horse King City, right?"

The monk said with a smile.

"good."

"It's like this, Senior. Two months ago, a great battle took place in Yongquanzhou. Three foreigners with Nascent Soul strength were preparing to ambush a supreme elder of Pengling Sect. One of them risked his life and ventured to Bailuzhou to outflank the elder's retreat, but was discovered."

"At that time, all the more than 50 immortal cities in our Bailu Continent activated the great formation, and then formed a huge formation covering the entire Bailu Continent with the immortal city as the center of the formation. It was controlled by the continent master and trapped the foreign warrior."

"Continent Lord."

Lu Luan knew that this was the powerful man in the Nascent Soul stage from Bailu Continent.

"Finally, the elders of Pengling Sect stepped forward and joined forces with the continent master to kill the foreign warrior. This was the first time that a foreign warrior of this strength was killed since the war thirty years ago. Moreover, I also contributed to it." The cultivator became more and more excited as he spoke.

"He actually killed a foreign warrior with Nascent Soul strength."

Lu Luan understood. While he was shocked, he also had to sigh at such a huge undertaking. All the immortal cities in Bailuzhou participated in it, and all the immortal cultivators in the cities shared the same hatred and worked together to provide the power to operate the formation.

The entire Bailu Island must have been shining that day, with countless streams of light flying up from the ground. He could already imagine what the scene was like.

Now Lu Luan has realized the true function of the Immortal City. Foreigners with Nascent Soul strength can already break through space and travel freely, traveling thousands of miles in an instant. However, as long as they are within the encirclement of the Immortal City, they cannot escape the formation. Once they enter Bailu Island, they can only fight like a trapped beast.

In fact, this is also the reason why foreign races only dare to act recklessly on the border and dare not go deep into the three territories of the human race. Because after countless years of hard work, the three domains are already full of solid fairy cities. No matter how many foreign strongmen come, they will all be surrounded.

If they really want to attack, there is no other way except to capture cities and strongholds and use blood and flesh to pile up. However, no race on Cangming Star can bear the casualties caused by such a head-on confrontation.

"It seems that I missed that exciting moment," said Lu Luan.

"really."

The cultivator nodded to express his regret. After all, for a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, being able to personally participate in the battle to kill a powerful foreign Nascent Soul cultivator was an extremely proud thing. It was worth it for his entire life, even if he was just helping to activate the formation in the city.

"Senior, is there anything else?" he asked humbly.

"Gone."

Lu Luan waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.

"Brother, this is so shocking."

Xiao Can flew out from the Huangting. After hearing the conversation, his little face turned red.

"Indeed, Nascent Soul."

Lu Luan nodded and looked up at the sky. Those two words were like the stars in the sky, he could only look up to them.

"It looks like a war is about to break out in Yongquanzhou. It's really turbulent," he said.

Yongquanzhou is the battlefield. All the fairy cities there were destroyed in the war more than 30 years ago. Even several fairy cities in Bailuzhou were destroyed.

Now that big moves are starting to take place, Lu Luan can foresee that another big war is about to come.

"Brother, are we going to the Blood Swamp now?"

Xiaocan asked.

Lu Luan thought for a moment and said slowly, "Since we are already here, let's go see how my old friend is doing now."

The person he was talking about was naturally Xu Feng. After all, he was one of his few friends. Now he was going to Wuding Wasteland and happened to pass by the Pijiamen ruins, so he decided to meet him by the way.

Otherwise, a retreat might last another ten or eight years.

"Ah."

Xiao Can nodded, then scratched his head and said, "Brother, the fire spirit in your Huangting is disobedient and often sends thunder and lightning to shock me."

Lu Luan looked at him speechlessly and said, "You deserve it."

This little guy was bored in the Huangting, and would curiously tease the two spirits from time to time. The wood spirit was okay and didn't like to move, but the fire spirit had a bad temper and would release lightning to greet him if he disturbed it.

But Xiaocan just can't win but loves to play.

Lu Luan walked forward.

Now the formation is still in a semi-operational state, and we can only exit through the city gate.

"That is?"

When he arrived at the city gate, he saw several lines of large characters floating in the air.

After taking a look, the general meaning is to encourage the immortal cultivators in the city to go to Yongquanzhou to resist foreign invaders and build an immortal city.

"Yongquanzhou, if you break through to the Golden Core realm, then go there." Lu Luan said silently.

Then he left the city.

In fact, although every cultivator has the obligation to resist foreign invaders, more often than not, it is still the dominant immortal sects that bear the burden.

……

Two days later.

Lu Luan appeared outside the Pijiamen ruins.

"I wonder if he has broken through to the middle stage of foundation building?"

Lu Luan slowly descended from the air and came to the entrance of the cave. After recalling the method of opening it taught by Xu Feng, he entered smoothly.

There was a flash of light before his eyes, and he was in the cave.

The view is still gray and desolate, and the air is very dry.

"What about people?"

His soul spread out and found that there was no sign of Xu Feng here.

With a frown on his face, he came to the area where the Small Three Disasters Formation was.

After a careful inspection, I found that this formation should have been in use not long ago, and there are still some small fluctuations that have not completely dissipated.

"Could it be that he went out to buy treasures to strengthen his body?"

Lu Luan guessed.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, he saw a few lines of words on the ground next to the Small Three Disasters Formation.

"Brother Lu, thank you for your help. My spiritual roots have fully recovered, and I have also broken through to the middle stage of foundation building. Now the Small Three Disasters Formation is useless to me. Now that war has broken out again, I will go to Yongquanzhou for training. Now that the matter here is over, we will meet again if we are destined to."

"I went to Yongquanzhou."

Lu Luan frowned, going there in the middle stage of foundation building would be no different from committing suicide. He didn't expect Xu Feng to be so brave. Of course, big risks often contain big opportunities.

"Hey, I hope you're lucky enough."

He sighed softly and turned away.

Now that Xu Feng is away, it’s time to go to the place where corpses are raised in the filthy blood swamp.

After leaving this small cave.

Lu Luan thought of something and asked, "Xiao Shen, how is the licorice root in your possession?"

He asked about the licorice he had obtained here before. He still attached great importance to the physical body. Although it was only of the middle yellow level, if this divine general medicinal energy was used to refine it, the effect would be very strange and it would greatly improve the physical foundation.

He guessed that if he could obtain a complete physical body, then his chances of breaking through to the Golden Core realm would be improved.

"Still the same as before, stupid and can't even speak." Xiao Can replied.

"Yeah."

Lu Luan murmured, ignored it, and flew away.

three days later.

Across the endless wasteland, Lu Luan was speeding quickly, like a streak of light, and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

As the mountains below continued to recede, gradually, the boundless bloody swamp began to come into view.

Lu Luan recalled what he discovered in Lu Fenghai's soul and determined the direction.

According to memory, although the place where corpses are raised is not deep in the bloody swamp, it is also in a relatively dangerous place.

He didn't dare to move obviously. After entering, he flew at a low altitude, restraining his breath to the extreme. He flew silently and close to the ground, still smelling the familiar stench of the swamp.

And so, he flew in the bloody swamp for another day before reaching his destination.

"finally reached."

Lu Luan stopped. It was a canyon surrounded by two black mountains. It was late at night. The place was filled with a bone-chilling coldness, and there was always a mist floating in it.

However, if you only look at the surface, there doesn't seem to be anything too strange.

Lu Luan knew that the place where corpses were kept was in the thick fog, and it was nearly ten thousand feet deep underground.

"We've been traveling for so many days. Let's take a rest tonight and go in at noon tomorrow."

Lu Luan murmured, and then found a secluded place outside the mountain and sat down cross-legged.

After all, it is thousands of feet underground, and the entrance is not only rugged but also extremely narrow. The passages inside are crisscrossed and too complicated.

He also had to recall Lu Fenghai's memory carefully and remember the route clearly.

"The corpse of a Jindan realm expert has been buried there for so long. I wonder if it has transformed into a corpse? If it has intelligence, it will be troublesome."

Although his strength has improved a lot compared to before, and he also has the inheritance stone tablet, Lu Luan still couldn't help but show a look of concern in his eyes.

There was a faint light flashing in his hand, and the bottle containing blood appeared.

This was refined by Lu Fenghai with the lives and resentment of many cultivators. The purpose was to lead the zombies to a certain location after they transformed, and then combine the power of all the demon cultivators to form a large formation to trap them.

In fact, what really worries him is that the zombies have developed intelligence. If not, no matter how strong they are, they are at best puppets with strong bodies, which are easy to deal with. But if they have intelligence, they will be not much different from a complete Jindan powerhouse.

With the teleportation talisman, he can still run away even if he is defeated. And after all, he has died once, so the possibility of the zombie developing intelligence is not high.

After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

Make sure to keep yourself in the best possible condition.

The stars passed by and the sky began to brighten.

At noon.

"almost."

Lu Luan opened his eyes, stood up and walked towards the valley.

"Xiao Can, you have to pay close attention too," he said.

"Okay bro."

Xiao Can replied that he was also watching the changes outside through the Huangting.

Going deeper, Lu Luan could see traces of fighting in some places. This was not the depths of the Blood Swamp. Normally, some cultivators would come here to kill monsters.

Who would have thought that deep down here, there would be a place for the devil to raise corpses.

Fortunately, it is deep enough, otherwise it would have been noticed by the monks who came here long ago.

Although the sun was scorching, the chill and fog in the valley did not dissipate.

After a while, he came to a crack deep in the valley.

According to Lu Fenghai's memory, this is where the entrance is.

Lu Luan didn't hesitate. After taking a few looks, he jumped down.

Although the rock here is made of rock, it has turned into ink-black due to the erosion of the foul air in the swamp, and it also exudes a strong chill.

It is pitch black underground, but for people with spiritual power, light does not seem to be that important.

When he first went down, he could still see moss and unknown weeds growing on the stone wall. As he went deeper, all that was left were bare, cold, hard stones.

Continuing to go downwards, the space gradually became larger, and everything became a little different again. Some species of creatures unique to the underground began to appear. They had adapted to the foul air and even absorbed this air to survive.

Of course, in addition to these, you can still see some sword and knife marks left by monks who came here to fight many years ago.

"Brother, we have already dived so deep, why haven't we sensed any corpse qi yet?"

Xiao Can asked in confusion.

"The place where corpses are kept is very secret, and it is inside the coffin. It is not easy for the corpse gas to dissipate." Lu Luan explained.