Become a Fairy

"Brother Lu, these green ropes are so weird." Ye Ziyu also realized that something was wrong.

"These green ropes come from the ground." When Lu Xiaotian slashed these green ropes with his flying sword, he was also trying his best to search for possible enemies around him. There is not much unique aura on these green ropes, and there must be someone or something demon behind them control. But to Lu Xiaotian's disappointment, he still couldn't find the location of the other party until now. The only harvest is to find these green ropes rolling in the void, which seem to be indistinctly connected with the lotus pond and the underground.

Lu Xiaotian didn't dare to be completely sure, what happened in front of him was really weird. With a move of Lu Xiaotian's consciousness, the misty flying sword turned into eight in the void, each of them resisted the green long rope that was crazily rolling over, and wanted to cut to the ground. The green long rope, which seemed to be very organized at first, suddenly became crazy at this moment.

Lu Xiaotian's eyes froze, and the speed of Piaomiao Feijian increased again. Before the green ropes could fully react, a sharp sword light flashed across. Under the Moon Spring Lotus Pond, the water in the originally quiet pool suddenly began to churn. One or two green ropes snapped. At this time, the long rope flying in the air suddenly lost its vitality and fell from the air, while the other green rope came to kill like a mad tiger.

Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly, he didn't care about the rolling green ropes, as long as the foundation was broken, these long green ropes that looked sharp and difficult would no longer be a threat. Using Piaomiao Flying Sword to cut its foundation is perfect, without Piaomiao Flying Sword, Lu Xiaotian himself is definitely not at the mercy of others.

Ye Ziyu imitated the example, and also controlled those flying swords that were a little bit stronger than Lu Xiaotian to fall to the ground. The sound of sword chant is endless.

If these green ropes have no other means, Lu Xiaotian and the two will break out of the trap in an instant.

It's just that Lu Xiaotian's face was not at all relaxed at this time, and he saw a huge white lotus growing out of the moon spring at a speed discernible to the naked eye in the lotus pond. The petals of the budding white lotus bloomed piece by piece, revealing a middle-aged man with a majestic face and no expression. His appearance was suddenly the same as Ye Qianxun, the owner of City Ye, who had been dead for hundreds of years.

"Father, how could this happen?" Ye Ziyu looked at City Lord Ye who should have died hundreds of years before him, with an expression of disbelief.

"Lotus avatar!" Lu Xiaotian's expression was extremely ugly at this time. He has extensive knowledge and strong ambitions. After traveling in this world for so long, he has always heard some rumors about ancient spiritual creatures. It is rumored that there is a kind of good fortune that the Chizi Youlian can seize the heaven and the earth, which can be used to refine the incarnation outside the body. It is not the same as Lu Xiaotian's Sword Embryo, phantom spirit avatar. Whether it is a sword-born human being or a phantom spirit clone, it must be within the radiation range of Lu Xiaotian's domain. Once the distance is too far, it becomes a tree without roots, and Lu Xiaotian cannot supplement it with mana. If there is a fight with others, especially when encountering monks of the same level, it is inevitable to worry about running out of mana.

In general, demons, demons, humans, and ghosts. Even if there are other methods to refine the avatar, each method has its own advantages and disadvantages. Avatars are consumable items. It will even bring a certain burden to cultivation. Only this lotus avatar, once refined, will be like the deity, and can also cultivate and recover by itself. No different from ordinary people.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who looked like City Lord Ye, Lu Xiaotian suddenly thought of Huoyun Monster, an old monster with only a pair of eyeballs left.

No wonder the old monster, Huoyun, came to the star field. It turned out that it was to find an opportunity to regain the body. It is about a rare treasure like Chizi Youlian, Lu Xiaotian himself would never mention it to Huoyun Monster.

The middle-aged man with exactly the same face as Ye Cheng looked at Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu with that expressionless face, and finally showed a little smile on his face. "That's right, that's right. It took less than a thousand years to grow to such an extent that it even devoured several sword embryos of the same level of fusion."

The middle-aged man looked at Lu Xiaotian with even more interest, "Especially you, in the early stage of fusion, you can find the flaw in the lotus stem spirit whip of this seat. You are worthy of being a person who has cultivated multiple secondary souls. It is so powerful, and the profoundness of cultivating the secret method is unprecedented among the same rank."

"Your majesty is ruthless and the city is so deep, which Lu has never seen in his life. It seems that you are just like City Lord Ye, and you are just a clone." Lu Xiaotian was also looking at the middle-aged man at this time, and his fear came from unknown sources. Lu Xiaotian is always vigilant about possible crises and the ways in which crises may appear, so he will naturally have a greater psychological burden. Once he understood the cause and effect of the matter at this time, and saw this middle-aged man again, all previous worries and anxieties were put aside.

In the current situation, there is no need to think too much about it. It is just a battle. If you win, you will live, and if you lose, you will die. Lu Xiaotian yearns for life and is not afraid of death. All the way to today, Lu Xiaotian has faced too many enemies that are far more powerful than himself. In the face of these powerful enemies, any shrinking and fear will not help except to cause ridicule.

Thinking of this, a fearless aura that would rather bend than bend rose from Lu Xiaotian's body.

"That's right, that's right. When it comes to the strength of the primordial spirit, even this seat is not as good as it is. It is worthy of this seat that I spent a lot of effort to attract you to this place. City Lord Ye is just a failed clone. Buried in Burning Demon Chi Under the golden flame, it only takes back part of the consumed spiritual power. Even if he does not arrange for his body to die, the avatar will be exhausted." The middle-aged man saw the momentum on Lu Xiaotian's face, and the smile on his face was strong.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, and a small sword of several inches was wrapped in a transparent mask. The small sword seemed to be only a few feet long, and it was black and gray all over, but it looked like an invisible bottom to the naked eye. abyss. The abyss swallows everything.

"Tunyuan Sword Art!" Lu Xiaotian was extremely moved. It stands to reason that the Tunyuan Sword Art is not ranked high among many sword arts, but when it is used on the middle-aged man in front of him, it has a swallowing power. momentum.

"There is indeed a difference between superior and inferior sword tactics, but to the end of the practice, it depends on how many sword embryos are swallowed. As long as you can swallow enough sword embryos, you can learn from each other. Any kind of sword embryo can be cultivated to an unfathomable level. Even the Tunyuan Sword at the end of the ranking can swallow the heavens and the earth, spit out the sun and the moon." The middle-aged man stretched out his left palm while speaking. At this time, the small black and gray sword in his hand is small, but under the slight suction, it is like a giant beast swallowing. The Piaomiao flying sword that was originally cutting towards the bottom of the lotus pond almost lost its autonomy at this time, and slowly moved towards the small black and gray sword in the middle-aged man's hand.

Although Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu tried their best to control their Piaomiao Feijian, they seemed to be holding a stubborn donkey.