"You mainly need to thank fellow Taoist Dongfang. If fellow Taoist Dongfang hadn't noticed your danger and insisted on coming directly, even I would have delayed for a while, and I'd be afraid it would be too late to arrive by then." Xinhong shook his head.
Yunxia and Yunli looked at Lu Xiaotian, but they didn't know how to open their mouths at this time. It seemed that their uncle Xinhong and Lu Xiaotian were the same generation, so weren't they just a generation shorter for nothing?
"We all have to do our own thing. If you feel it's inappropriate, you can just call me Mr. Dongfang." Lu Xiaotian said.
"Then I will treat you as sir. Thank you very much for saving my life." Yunxia followed the good deeds.
"It doesn't matter. You rescued me. Now that I'm in trouble, I naturally can't just stand by and watch."
Lu Xiaotian waved his hand, looked at Zhao Qifeng and the others and said, "There are two roads before us now. One is to find a way to go back, and the other is to continue looking for the Dream Stone. How do you decide?"
Xinhong's face was obviously hesitant. If it were in the past, she would naturally want to try it out, so she had this adventure. But judging from the current situation, she had already encountered so many dangers before she reached the Dream Swamp. It was extremely difficult and dangerous.
The level had obviously exceeded expectations, so Xinhong couldn't help but feel hesitant about whether to go as planned.
It's just that Xinhong has been stagnant in the True Immortal Realm for many years. If he relied on his own ability alone, he would have broken through long ago. If he misses the opportunity now, he doesn't know when he can hope to improve his realm.
"If I hear the Tao in the morning, I will die in the evening. If I can't advance to the next level, I would rather die on the way to save the Tao." Zhao Qifeng's face was resolute, and he was obviously determined to never look back.
Xu Suqin sighed slightly, "I am willing to accompany fellow Taoist Zhao on this trip."
"Since both of you are not afraid of life and death, what should I be afraid of?" Zhao Qifeng and Xu Suqin's pursuit of Taoism also aroused Xinhong's pride. Strong men who can cultivate to the realm of true immortals have extremely strong Taoist hearts.
, how can it be completely scared off by just a few difficulties.
"Since you two are here, come with us."
"Yes, uncle." Yunxia and Yunli nodded.
Then Xinhong asked the other party what happened before and why he was involved in this dangerous place. Yunxia and Yunli couldn't explain it clearly, but they were inexplicably trapped in the fog and it was difficult to escape, and then they were in danger one after another.
, not only fought with other loose immortals, but also fought with monsters condensed into mist. Unknowingly, he was in danger.
Before Zhao Qifeng could ask a few more questions, Lu Xiaotian had already shaken his head, "Even we ourselves are in danger for no reason. How can we ask them clearly?"
"It seems that fellow Taoist Dongfang must have discovered something." Zhao Qifeng said.
"We are too restricted in the Dream Swamp, and our sight and consciousness are disturbed. We must find the Magic Mist Immortal Grass to refine the elixir. Once the elixir is 10%, our situation may change," Lu Xiaotian said.
"The place where the fairy grass is located, the phantom mist condenses, and the illusion must be more serious. The only solution now is to look for the place where illusions occur frequently."
"Then let's do it." Zhao Qifeng said.
The next group of people took a short rest and then marched through the foggy place again.
Naturally, he encountered many restrictions and dangers along the way. Lu Xiaotian secretly wrote down all the restrictions he encountered along the way. He vaguely felt that the context behind these restrictions was clearer than before. But it was still far from being fully understood.
Far.
In the process, we encountered many monsters condensed from the phantom mist, many of which were only as powerful as immortals. With Xin Hong and Zhao Qifeng present, it was natural for them to take action.
However, I once encountered a swarm of mist crystal winged centipedes. The overwhelming scene was so overwhelming that it made several real immortals feel numb. Yunxia and Yunli were also considered strong among the immortals.
, faced with such a situation, there is not much ability to protect oneself.
As for Lu Xiaotian's control of the Ice Demon Pot, he would only take action when he had to break some restrictions along the way. These dangers naturally involved Xin Hong, Zhao Qifeng, and Xu Suqin.
However, occasionally Lu Xiaotian would control the Ice Demon Pot to put one or two fog crystal winged centipedes or other evil creatures formed from phantom fog into the Ice Demon Pot to study the principles of its formation.
While Zhao Qifeng and Xu Suqin were dealing with these external dangers, they saw a thoughtful look in Lu Xiaotian's eyes from time to time. Obviously, Lu Xiaotian's seemingly unintentional actions were not really just a whim when bored. Instead, they had some deep meaning.
in it.
In fact, Lu Xiaotian did notice some abnormalities. The fog crystal wing centipedes and double-headed fog dogs condensed into these phantom fogs seemed to be composed of ordinary phantom fog. In fact, Lu Xiaotian's spiritual consciousness penetrated into them.
, but one can feel an unfathomable artistic conception, which is far beyond Lu Xiaotian's current state. Looking at it with Lu Xiaotian's soul, there is also a feeling of being blinded by a leaf.
Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but be dumbfounded by the restriction formed by condensing a little demonic essence with the artistic conception. This method of spreading beans into soldiers made it difficult for him to even understand the realm that the powerful man behind the scenes had achieved. It was just like a mortal, or a Nascent Soul.
, those who transform themselves into gods can generally understand the height Lu Xiaotian is at now.
"Perhaps this is a more profound law!" Lu Xiaotian felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart. Because the gap between the realms of the two sides was too big, Lu Xiaotian naturally used his spiritual consciousness to repeatedly study the two-headed fog dog and the fog crystal wing centipede.
It was impossible to study the principles thoroughly, not even scratching the surface. However, after repeated trials, perhaps due to such tempering, Lu Xiaotian felt that his consciousness seemed to have become stronger.
What is lost is Dongyu, and what is gained is Mulberry. Now that he has gained something, Lu Xiaotian feels the unfathomable artistic conception. Under this repeated tempering, his consciousness has become tougher and improved, and Lu Xiaotian is never tired of it.
Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Repeated exposure to this artistic conception is always beneficial.
The consciousness of Zhao Qifeng and others is much weaker than that of Lu Xiaotian. Lu Xiaotian is still confused when looking at the ferocious beasts formed by the illusory mist. Zhao Qifeng and others tried it secretly, and naturally they were even more confused. No one knew that Lu Xiaotian was studying the individual.
What strength.
Lu Xiaotian shook his head secretly when he saw it. With his soul at his level, he could recognize its power to a certain extent. However, if he frequently tried to explore the ferocious beasts formed by the phantom mist, there was also a backlash in them.
With Lu Xiaotian's immortal state, he simply couldn't bear it. A few strikes from the other party would probably be enough to seriously injure Lu Xiaotian from the vast sea-like artistic conception. Fortunately, Lu Xiaotian's immortal state was just an appearance, and the ferocious force formed by the illusory mist
The beast is just a drop in the ocean to the powerful demon clan behind him, and it is not that simple to shake Lu Xiaotian's true dragon body.