The Piaomiao sword tire was stuck on it, and it was blocked for a while. However, the next moment, the Piaomiao sword tire had disappeared.
On the other side of the shield, screams were heard. Lu Xiaotian looked closely and saw a hole in the shield.
The small shield was actually cut through by the Piaomiao Sword Embryo. With a scream, the shield fell to the ground as if it had lost its vitality. Lu Xiaotian was able to see the situation behind it. At this time, the fat man in black had a vital hole in his chest. The head was lowered, and a brown-yellow infant, several inches tall, fled out of it in a panic and fled towards the teleportation array at a speed that was not much slower than that of the Black Nightmare Ghost King.
Lu Xiaotian gritted his teeth. In this hellish place, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than the Misty Sword Fetus, and the sword fetus didn't seem to be hostile to him.
It was a rare opportunity, so he directly took out a vial and collected the blood of the fat man in black. The blood essence of the Nascent Soul monk was the same as the blood of monsters above tenth level, and was quite effective against the Bat King's wings.
Cheng Dexiang and the other six people were frightened to death when they saw the scene in front of them. Even the Yuanying Ancestor would also be afraid under the threat of death. After turning around and running like death, they all fled into the teleportation array again.
These people originally came with the mentality of taking advantage, but they never expected that this hateful silver-haired monk would lead them to such a terrible place. Even if the Nascent Soul monk came in, without this teleportation array, he would definitely die. Even the ghost clan couldn't stay for a moment, let alone them.
However, the young man who escaped the slowest still could not escape being strangled. The other five felt that the air had solidified when they saw Yu Xiaoyun outside the teleportation formation, with even his Nascent Soul being shattered into pieces. The power of this flying sword is so powerful!
The Xuan Nightmare Ghost King, Cheng Dexiang and others who were retransported to Wushang Lake still had a look of panic on their faces.
"What the hell is that giant sword? It's so terrifying!" The female cultivator in the undershirt was still pale and had not yet recovered from the thrill just now.
"Who would have known that it's a pity that Fellow Daoist Yu and Fellow Daoist Hu actually died in that mysterious place, and no one even picked up their bodies."
Cheng Dexiang sighed. This time, no benefits were gained, but two lives were lost, and they were Nascent Soul cultivators, so the loss was not small. But Cheng Dexiang felt a little lucky in his heart. Anyway, fortunately, I finally escaped.
By the way, there is also a ghost clan!
After a few swishing sounds, Cheng Dexiang and the others and the Ghost King Xuan Ye stood on each side, hostile to each other.
"Friend of the ghost clan, you seem to be very familiar with that Jindan junior. I wonder what kind of treasure the other party took from you to make you so violent?" Cheng Dexiang looked at the Black Nightmare Ghost King and asked.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you question me?" The Black Nightmare Ghost King snorted coldly. He covered his injured chest and ignored Cheng Dexiang and others who looked embarrassed. His eyes fell on the teleportation array that had stopped operating, and his eyes were cloudy. Unsure, he turned around and left with a wave of black energy.
If he hadn't been seriously injured by the Misty Sword Fetus and became angry from shame, the Xuanmeng Ghost King wouldn't mind killing these disgusting guys in front of him.
"What an arrogant ghost clan. Let's go back first and wait until we gather the newly arrived helpers before we come to seek misfortune on this ghost clan!" the bearded man said angrily.
"Let's go. Things that the ghost clan can use may not be useful to us. It's a pity to miss such a treasure." Cheng Dexiang glanced at the teleportation array with a regretful expression.
"Yes, if it weren't for that terrifying flying sword, it would be a pity to spend some money to repair the teleportation array." The woman in the skirt also sighed quietly, what a pity.
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Lu Xiaotian naturally didn't have time to care about the mood of these Nascent Soul monks. At this time, he quickly controlled another vial with his spiritual consciousness and collected the essence and blood of this Yuanying monk. If he missed this village, he would not be able to go to the next store.
Normally, Nascent Soul cultivators are rare for Lu Xiaotian to see. Today, not only did he see several of them one after another, but two of the Nascent Soul ancestors died directly in front of him. Lu Xiaotian still feels like he is dreaming.
It seems that although the Nascent Soul cultivator is strong, the vast world of immortality contains countless unknown dangers, as well as the secret realms left by ancient monks. Even if it is a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is not uncommon for him to die when encountering these. thing.
The misty sword embryo entered the teleportation array unintentionally. Seeing the enemies in front of him leave, he turned around and faced Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian's heart tightened, but he soon relaxed and looked at the Piaomiao sword tire in front of him with a calm expression. This calmness was not an act, but a kind of helplessness that there was nothing he could do. Compared with speed, at this time in the Piaomiao Palace Within the scope he belongs to, it is absolutely impossible for him to be faster than the ethereal sword embryo in front of him.
The only exit that can be left quickly is the teleportation array. Not to mention that the Piaomiao Sword Tire is blocking the front, Lu Xiaotian cannot get around it at this time. Even if it is not blocked, Lu Xiaotian will not be able to pass through the teleportation array again. Who knows if he can go out at this time? Will he encounter the Black Nightmare Ghost King or other Nascent Soul cultivators with malicious intentions?
In this case, Lu Xiaotian really has no choice but to accept the reality.
And judging from the signs just now, Piao Miao Jian Fei doesn't seem to have much hostility towards him.
With a trace of luck, the ethereal sword fetus floated to Lu Xiaotian's side. It seemed to be alive and hesitant. Lu Xiaotian felt that the transparent giant sword in front of him was not a sword fetus, but a monk looking at him.
The misty sword embryo in front of him groaned softly, and there was a stir in Lu Xiaotian's dantian. The sword embryo that he had been refining for many years actually resonated with the sword embryo in front of him. The uncontrolled separation from the body only pales in comparison to the ethereal sword embryo in front of him.
Piao Miao Jian Fei looked at the small sword that was several sizes smaller in front of him. The blade of the sword was full of brilliance. The pills and sword embryos that Lu Xiaotian refined by himself actually shuttled through the air with Piao Miao Jian Fei. Lu Xiaotian originally wanted to attach the blade to the sword. The consciousness on the sword embryo seemed to feel refreshed. The sword embryo that he had cultivated seemed to be shuttling in this way, changing magical and unpredictable sword moves in the air. The first move was the Phantom Rain Falling Sword Style, followed by the Phantom Rain Falling Sword Style.
Lu Xiaotian was shocked and quickly wrote down the shocking scene in front of him, lest he miss any details. At this time, his consciousness was attached to the sword embryo and sword pill, and his understanding of this mysterious sword technique became more and more detailed.
Originally, when Lu Xiaotian entered Piaomiao Hall, he heard rumors that Lord Piaomiao might be the most powerful among the ancient Nascent Soul monks. When he left later, Lu Xiaotian had doubts in his heart.
At this time, he could no longer guess how tyrannical Venerable Piaomiao had been in the past, but the sword embryo left behind could sweep across all directions and kill Yuanying monks with ease, which was far beyond what Yuanying monks could achieve.
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