Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 128 Planning a Counterattack
"Your cultivation is recovering? It's impossible!" Elder Wanshou looked at Lin Xi who reappeared in front of him in shock, his bark-like old face twisted into a ball at this moment.

Old Man Wanshou has a peaceful nature, which is one of the reasons why he can live so long.

After all, for an old dryad who doesn't fight or grab, has a gentle personality, but is powerful, and has a lot of friends, few people will be full and want to trouble him.

But he is only attached to his own medical skills.

The old man Wanshou asserted many times that the injury of 'Chu Lingxiao''s primordial spirit could not be healed without external help.

But after not seeing him for a few days, 'Chu Lingxiao' has recovered his Nascent Soul cultivation base. Isn't this a slap in the face?
Compared with the disbelief of the old man Wanshou, Lao Bai's eyes are full of excitement.

On the other hand, Li Fuyao sized Lin Xi carefully up and down, then frowned and said, "You... have practiced magic skills?"

Lin Xi's skill at this time is basically composed of Yin and evil spiritual energy, and in the eyes of Li Fuyao, the great master of crossing the catastrophe, there is no way to hide it.

Facing Li Fuyao's questioning, Lin Xi nodded naturally, and then said: "That's right! In the early years, I once obtained a 'method of transforming demons'. It has the characteristics of recovering the primordial spirit by rehabilitating it. I'm just trying to Let’s practice for a while to see if we can take advantage of this characteristic, but now it seems that it has succeeded.”

Li Fuyao's concept of righteousness and evil is not very strong, even though Yukun Palace is one of the oldest schools of righteousness.

Hearing the words at this time, he said worriedly: "After all, the way of the devil is not favored by the way of heaven. Even if you switch to the practice of magic and reunite, the next millennium catastrophe, I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, Lin Xi laughed loudly and said, "I have already escaped death this time. If there is a next time, I will continue to practice the original exercises, and I am afraid I will not be able to survive. What will happen after a thousand years? Do you know? Now... just seize the day!"

As more and more of Chu Lingxiao's memories and soul were absorbed, Lin Xi also gradually acquired a trace of Chu Lingxiao's boldness and roughness.

Since Lin Xi has already mentioned this point, Li Fuyao can't say anything more.

"The formation is about to fail, and it will be broken at noon the day after tomorrow at the latest. I underestimated these guys." Old Man Wanshou said.

"Since this is the case, then we have to prepare how to break through and evacuate!" Lao Bai said anxiously.

"Breakthrough?"

"Why do we have to break through! We want to counterattack! If you dare to surround me, someone from Chu, how can this matter be left alone!" Lin Xi sneered.

Looking at the confident Lin Xi at this time, Lao Bai suddenly felt relieved.

That master who is like a giant pillar seems to be back?
"You have only recovered to the Nascent Soul Stage now, do you dare to speak such nonsense?"

"Outside, there are only three great masters who came looming, all of whom were your former enemies. There are dozens of Yuanshen monks, and a few are sword cultivators. The monks below the Nascent Soul level, I'm afraid there are thousands of them, and they have already formed a large formation, and they have set up their nets to wait."

"Counterattack? The previous you didn't have the ability, and now it's even more impossible!" Li Fuyao said in a sarcastic tone.

Hearing this, Lin Xi stared at Li Fuyao, smiled and said, "Although you're being rude, I can tell that you care about me!"

Lin Xi looked a little shy.

Li Fuyao turned around, turned his back to the crowd, and said coldly: "At such an age, you are so shameless, and you are not afraid of being laughed at by the younger generation."

Lin Xi turned to Lao Bai and said, "Although the twelfth floor is scattered, generally speaking, are there any reservations?"

Under Motianya, on the twelfth floor of the Three Factions.

The three factions were previously handed over to Ximenshang and Qiyang respectively for control.

But the twelfth floor has long been under the control of Lao Bai.

This is also the reason why, when Lao Bai helped Xumi attack Tianyin Pavilion, he mobilized the power of the twelfth floor, but did not mobilize the power of the three factions.

After the capture of Motianya, although the forces on the [-]th floor were also impacted, the losses were relatively small because Lao Bai was in charge of dispatching them.

"There are still about [-] to [-]% of the disciples, and the core backbone is basically still there." Lao Bai replied.

"That's good! Mobilize the forces on the twelfth floor... let them find those weaker sects that besiege us, and go to their sects to attack. We don't want to capture them, but... cause as much damage as possible to them." Lin Xi said.

Is this plan to encircle Wei and save Zhao?
Of course not!
The small sect came here to besiege Linxi's manpower, which is not a significant proportion among the many monks.

Even if they were all taken away, it wouldn't change much of the core battle situation.

Sure enough, regarding Lin Xi's decision, everyone had doubts and thoughts on their faces.

"What's the use of doing this besides disgusting people?" Li Fuyao turned his head and stared at Lin Xi and asked.

"Of course it's useful! Attack those small sects, if appropriate... you can destroy one or two, and then let out the wind, pick a suitable target at random, and indicate that it will be the next attack target."

"In this way, all kinds of disputes will inevitably arise within this group of mobs, and people will panic."

"At the same time... let out the words, say that I am about to die, that I am about to fall, and I want to fight at the end of my life, so I will pull a few backs. At this time, with the virtues of those big sects, they must be reluctant to let the cannon fodder of the small sect go back , Before we started fighting, they were in chaos." Lin Xi said.

Li Fuyao looked at Lin Xi strangely, and said with a sneer, "Unexpectedly, I haven't seen you for so many years, after going through all these accidents, you actually have a brain instead of a single-minded recklessness."

Lin Xi was startled, knowing that he had gone too far.

Although the former Chu Lingxiao was not stupid, he was not someone who liked to waste his brain.

The main thing is that they are strong and powerful.

If anyone is upset, they will knock on the door and kill him.

It is the mindless push that Lin Xi has always admired and yearned for the most.

This kind of twists and turns, brain-consuming calculations, basically never happened.

"It wasn't necessary in the past, but now...you have to be more flexible." Lin Xi said.

At the same time, I still have plans [-] and [-] in my stomach, which will be temporarily postponed, and I won't mention them for now.

or···!
Lin Xi looked at Lao Bai.

"Perhaps, the next plan can be passed on to Lao Bai in a less obvious way, so that he can actively think of those points and bring them up, so as to clear my 'suspect'."

Thinking of this, Lin Xi sighed in his heart: "It's too difficult! I'm really too difficult!"

At this time, inside Longevity Villa, Lin Xi and the others were still discussing the counterattack plan.

The 'Alliance to Exterminate Chu' outside the villa is also planning how to invade the Longevity Villa.

"As long as you use the Mie Shen Needle, you will be able to break through the formation at the latest the day after tomorrow, but... Tian Chunzi's divination from the Tian Xing Temple said that Chu Lingxiao's life star has become stronger again. Although it is still dark, it exudes a strong aura Breath. It is very likely that some kind of secret method was used to stimulate the potential. So... whoever can make a move to hold Chu Lingxiao head-on is the most important thing." Zhao Han, who presided over the discussion, said.

As soon as this remark came out, even the three great masters who had been invited to cross the catastrophe sat on their futons like wooden figures, without any indication, and without the slightest intention to stand out.

There is no demeanor.

　Ask for recommendation, ask for collection!

　　


(End of this chapter)