Become a Fairy

Piao Miao's sword tire was stuck on it, and was blocked slightly, and she paused slightly, but the next moment, Piao Miao's sword tire had disappeared.

On the other side of the shield, screams have already sounded. Lu Xiaotian looked intently, only to see that there was a hole in the shield.

The small shield was cut through directly by Piao Miao's sword embryo, and with the scream, the shield fell to the ground as if losing its vitality, Lu Xiaotian was able to see the situation behind, at this time the fat man in black had a hole in his chest. Pulling its head down, a brownish-yellow toddler a few inches high escaped from the inside in a panic, and fled to the teleportation array at a speed that was not much slower than the Nightmare Ghost King.

Lu Xiaotian gritted his teeth, no matter how fast he is in this ghostly place right now, it is definitely faster than the Piaomiao sword embryo, and the sword embryo does not seem to be hostile to him.

This is a rare opportunity, so he directly took out a small bottle and took the blood of the fat man in black. The blood essence of Nascent Soul cultivator is the same as the blood of monsters above tenth rank, and it is quite effective for Bat King Fayi.

Cheng Dexiang and the other six people were terrified when they saw the scene in front of them. Even Yuanying Patriarch, under the threat of death, would also be frightened and frightened. Turning around and fleeing desperately, all of them fled into the teleportation array again.

These people originally came here with the mentality of taking advantage, but they never expected that this hateful silver-haired monk would take them to such a terrible place. Even if the Nascent Soul monk came in, if there was no teleportation array, he would surely die. Even the ghosts couldn't stay for a moment, let alone them.

It's just that the young man who escaped the slowest still failed to escape being strangled. The other five saw Yu Xiaoyun outside the teleportation formation, where even the Nascent Soul had been smashed into pieces, and felt that the air had frozen. The power of this flying sword is so powerful!

The faces of Xuanmao Ghost King, Cheng Dexiang and others who were retransmitted to Wushang Lake still couldn't stop their panic.

"What the hell is that giant sword? It's so terrifying!" The nun's face was still pale, and she hadn't recovered from the thrill just now.

"Who knows, it's a pity that Yu Daoyou and Hu Daoyou fell in that mysterious place, and no one even took care of their bones."

Cheng Dexiang sighed. Not to mention not getting any benefit this time, but two lives were lost, and he was still a Nascent Soul cultivator, so the loss was not insignificant. However, Cheng Dexiang felt a little fortunate in his heart. Anyway, fortunately, he finally escaped.

By the way, there is also a ghost family!

After a few clicks, Cheng Dexiang and the Xuanmai Ghost King stood on each side, hostile to each other.

"My friend from the ghost clan, you seem to be very familiar with that Jindan junior. I don't know what treasure the other party took from you, so that you make such a big move?" Cheng Dexiang looked at Xuanmai Ghost King and said.

"What are you, you dare to question this old man." Xuanyan Ghost King snorted coldly, clutching his injured chest, ignoring Cheng Dexiang and the others who looked embarrassed, his eyes fell on the teleportation array that had stopped functioning, his eyes were cloudy for a while Uncertain, black air rolled up, turned and left.

If it wasn't for being severely injured by the Piao Miao sword fetus, and turned into anger from embarrassment, the Xuanmao Ghost King wouldn't mind killing these annoying guys in front of him.

"What an arrogant ghost clan, let's go back first, wait for the new helpers to gather, and then look for the bad luck of this ghost clan!" The bearded man said angrily.

"Let's go, we may not be useful for the things that the ghost race can use, but it's a pity for such a treasure land." Cheng Dexiang looked at the teleportation array with regret.

"Yeah, if it wasn't for the terrible flying sword, it would not be a blessed place to spend some money to repair the teleportation array." Ruqun woman also sighed faintly, what a pity.

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Lu Xiaotian naturally didn't have time to care about the mood of these Nascent Soul cultivators. At this time, he hastily controlled another vial with his spiritual sense, and put away the blood essence of this Nascent Soul cultivator. If he missed this village, he would not go to another store.

It is rare for Lu Xiaotian to see Nascent Soul cultivators at ordinary times, but today he not only saw several of them one after another, but also two Nascent Soul ancestors fell directly in front of his eyes, Lu Xiaotian still feels like a dream now.

It seems that although the Nascent Soul cultivator is strong, he can blaspheme the boundless world of cultivating immortals, which contains countless unknown dangers, and there are also secret realms left by the ancient monks. Even if the Nascent Soul cultivator encounters these, it is not unusual to fall thing.

The Piaomiao sword embryo entered the teleportation array unintentionally, and seeing the enemies in front of him leave, she turned her head and faced Lu Xiaotian.

Lu Xiaotian's heart tightened, but he soon relaxed again, looking calmly at the Piaomiao sword embryo in front of him, this kind of calmness was not pretended, but a kind of helplessness that had nothing to do, compared to speed, at this time in Piaomiao Palace Within the range he belongs to, it is absolutely impossible for him to be faster than the misty sword embryo in front of him.

The only exit that can leave quickly is the teleportation formation. Not to mention that the Piaomiao sword tire is blocking the front, Lu Xiaotian can't go around at this time, even if it is not blocked, Lu Xiaotian can't go through the teleportation formation again, who knows that he will go out at this time Will he encounter the Xuanmao Ghost King or other Nascent Soul cultivators with malicious intentions?

That being the case, Lu Xiaotian really has no choice but to accept the reality.

And judging from the signs just now, Piao Miao Sword Embryo doesn't seem to have much hostility towards him.

With a bit of luck, the misty sword embryo drifted to Lu Xiaotian's side, it seemed to have vitality, hesitating and swaying, Lu Xiaotian felt that the transparent giant sword in front of him was not a sword embryo, but looked at himself like a monk.

The Piaomiao sword embryo in front of him groaned softly, Lu Xiaotian's dantian was stirred, and the sword embryo that he had been refining for many years actually resonated with the sword embryo in front of him. He came out of the body uncontrollably, but compared with the misty sword embryo in front of him, it paled in comparison.

The Piaomiao sword embryo looked at the small sword that was a few sizes smaller in front of him, the sword body was brilliant, and the few pills and sword embryos that Lu Xiaotian refined by himself actually shuttled in the air with the Piaomiao sword embryo. The consciousness on the sword embryo seemed to feel refreshed. And the sword embryo that I have cultivated seems to be shuttled in this way, changing mysterious sword moves in the air one after another. The first move is the phantom rain falling sword pose, and there are more after the phantom rain falling sword pose.

Lu Xiaotian was startled, and hurriedly wrote down the astonishing scene in front of him, lest he miss one detail. At this time, his spiritual consciousness was attached to the sword embryo and the sword pill, and his understanding of this mysterious sword art became more and more nuanced.

Originally, when Lu Xiaotian entered Piaomiao Palace before, he heard the rumor that Venerable Piaomiao might be the strongest 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 Piao Miao had been before, but the leftover sword embryo could sweep across all directions, beheading Nascent Soul cultivators like nothing, which was far beyond what Nascent Soul cultivators could achieve.