If Lu Lu heard the conversation between the two terracotta puppets at this time, he would probably be surprised. He had already put on some disguises, but he still couldn't hide it from the eyes of the terracotta puppets. The other party could see through him at a glance. Disguise, and remain calm.
"Coercion and inducement? What benefits can we bring to impress each other, or can we jointly win over this silver-haired man?" Husband asked in return, "If we use all our strength, there may be some hope. It’s just that both of us are about to die, so what’s the point of taking that silver-haired guy?”
"This is the first time in hundreds of years that you and I have heard about the puppet scroll, but it is of no use." Fu Ding sighed longly, his tone full of reluctance.
This silver-haired boy had average strength at the bottom of Jingxing Lake, but he didn't expect that he would grow to such an extent in more than a hundred years. Fu Xing did not talk to his companions next to him. Now that he had seen through Lu's identity and had no interest in the puppet scroll, Fu Xing did not believe it. Back then, in the one-yuan heavy water illusion formation at the bottom of Lone Star Lake, Lu Ke has used level six puppets.
It's just that using puppets and refining puppets are two different things, and the difficulty of refining pottery puppets is far beyond what ordinary puppet masters can do.
Of course, these cannot be compared with Fu Ding, an impatient guy. Fu Xing has a hunch that this silver-haired young man will return to the Blue Devil Sea in the future. After all, the spiritual energy on Qingyu Continent is not as rich as that in the Blue Devil Sea. Qingyu Continent probably just has an unfinished future. If you want to go further on the path of cultivating immortality, returning to the Blue Devil Sea would be a better choice.
Of course, all this is based on the fact that the two of them cannot take down this person head-on. Otherwise, Husband Xing wouldn't be so kind to her.
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The desolate grassland is filled with fat weeds as deep as a man in some places, and gravel in other places. There are scattered patches of small but huge trees. Occasionally, giant beasts that are more than ten feet high bow their heads to gnaw. Weeds, or a giant monster leopard or lion with a strong body suddenly jumped out, immediately alarming a group of monster beasts, running like crazy, trying to escape from the beast's predation.
But in such a rough place, several white-headed storks came from the distance, and the white-headed storks made extremely sharp calls in the air.
There are several powerful decorators on top of the white-headed stork, with fierce expressions and holding a long spear in their hands.
After seeing the flying knight appearing on the ground, the monster beasts on the ground became panicked again. It's just that these past predators have no intention of taking action at this time. Instead, he looked at the scattered monks on the ground with playful eyes.
"These sons of bitches are so powerful that they treat us like cattle. Let's fight with them. At worst, it's better to die vigorously than to live like this." A strong, bald man with a shiny head , holding a long sword in his hand, looking angrily at the flying knights in the air.
"Master, please tell me something. Brothers are treated like cattle by this alien race all day long. If they were not killed by these guys, I'm afraid they would be exhausted to death." Liu Jinglei, a bald man, looked at the blue man next to him. A woman in a patchwork skirt and a beautiful face without losing her heroic spirit.
"Shut up. We are looked down upon by the decent people in the Moon Moon Cultivation World. We have worked so hard to come to this world. If we don't do something big and sensational, we will die with no face."
Miao Ruolin, a delicate woman, scolded. "It's better to die than to live. As long as you live, you will have a chance. This killing of the Flying Cavalry tribe, enslaving our monks in the Black Cliff Cave like this, and if they don't vent their anger, I will die with my eyes open. You are also a seven-foot man, how can you follow Women are like normal, they just yell when something happens. If you have lived enough, take your big knife and wipe your neck to calm down. Don't come in front of me and make a fuss."
The bald man's face turned red, and he turned away angrily while holding the sword in his hand.
More than a dozen other monks scattered with gloomy expressions, surrounding the injured fifth-level demon hippogriff.
"Listen to the captives below. If you can't hunt enough food today, when you go back, each of you will be whipped with thirty soul whips!" The flying warrior above his head looked down at the hunting crowd below.
Hearing the name of the Soul Whip, all the monks including Miao Ruolin couldn't help but shudder. They finally sneaked into the heavenly world of immortality, but they were still discovered and taken as prisoners. They were beaten first. The opponent's soul whipping whip, the pain that penetrates deep into the soul, is definitely the most painful experience in anyone's life. A person who has been beaten once will never want to be beaten a second time.
The soul-whipping whip can whip the soul. Once it is beaten many times, Man is a foundation-building monk and the ancestor of the golden elixir. If the soul cannot be raised with spiritual objects and spiritual elixirs, it will eventually be unable to escape the weakening of the soul. The fate of death.
"Get moving, stop messing around. If you really have no way out, let's fight with these guys again." Miao Ruolin gritted her silver teeth and made up her mind.
"Master, there is a man lying on the ground over there."
A few people dispersed and carefully surrounded the fifth-level demon wild horse. Although the realm of the demon beast on Qiong Prairie was not high, its body was huge and its natural power was extremely powerful. A few foundation-building monks could not even think of it. Subdue it, and once the opponent escapes, the hard fight will most likely be in vain.
A young man with a round face suddenly spoke up.
"Are you dead?" Miao Ruolin asked.
"There are ferocious beasts running rampant on this grassland. Except for the Flying Cavalry tribe that comes to hunt, there are no human beings at other times. How could someone appear alone on this grassland?" Liu Jinglei, a bald man, wondered.
"Could it be that he came from that hellish place just like us?"
"Silence, if the monks in the Qiong Realm know about it, we will become sinners in the Wangyue Immortal Realm." Miao Ruolin glared at Liu Jinglei.
Liu Jinglei quickly swallowed the words back in his stomach, "What should I do about this guy?"
Miao Ruolin didn't know what to do. Just when several people were in trouble, the gray-faced young man on the ground opened his eyes and shook his somewhat groggy head.
This person was naturally Lu who was teleported through the teleportation array from Xuehu Island. Lu was riding on the trace of the teleportation array, and suddenly felt that the teleportation array seemed a little unstable. It seemed that there was a lot of turbulence restraining the power of teleportation. There was a distortion in the void, and Lu's eyes went dark, and he didn't know what happened. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground in a miserable state, surrounded by flatness, blue and white clouds, and in the distance were fertile weeds as tall as a man.
It turned out that he was not teleported to the underground palace, but to such a ghost place. After Lu rationalized his thoughts, he could preliminarily determine that there was indeed something wrong with the teleportation array. The surrounding aura was inferior to that of the Blue Devil Sea Area, and There were several surprised monks nearby.
