The feeling of being followed behind him always exists. Lu Xiaotian can be sure that the other party's cultivation level must not be too high, otherwise he would not be alerted. However, this person is also very good at hiding, and even he cannot
Easily discovered. Even Di Kun only vaguely noticed the general direction.
Could it be that he is still a member of the Flying Cavalry Tribe and doesn't believe that he is dead? Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed slightly. He had already accelerated to a certain speed and encountered several monsters in the process. His luck is pretty good now, but there are also many in the Mist Forbidden Land.
A terrifying existence. If there is always such a group of people biting the tail behind, it will undoubtedly be like a powder keg, which may suddenly explode at some fatal moment.
The other party should also be very good at tracking, otherwise he would not be able to find his location so quickly. After Lu Xiaotian sorted out his thoughts, he reached out and patted the spirit beast bag, letting Di Kun go in first to cultivate for a while, which is unique to the Flying Silver Corpse Clan.
His aura may not necessarily mean that the opponent can use the tracking. Moreover, it is necessary for Di Kun to take a rest in the spirit beast bag, recover some physical strength, and prepare for the subsequent battle. If these people are still sent by the Feiqi tribe,
If you know his strength and still dare to chase him, you will definitely not be a mediocre player. You can't be careless at all.
And in the misty forbidden land, it was originally impossible to move forward at full strength. Although my legs were not flexible, it was not a big problem to use the sword to walk through the woods at low altitude, or to use the wind control technique to carry Dongfang Yi. As for directly using the green sail to high altitude
At this point, Lu Xiaotian is not so bold yet. Even if the Flying Cavalry Tribe is not in the air, the high-level demon birds in the Mist Forbidden Land are not a joke.
After putting away Di Kun, Lu Xiaotian used the breathing technique to restrain the aura on his body. As for Dongfang Yi, he was originally a Jindan monk, and his aura was restrained. In addition, he was in a coma at this time, making it even more difficult to detect. Then Lu Xiaotian
He took out a black magic sword, carried Dongfang Yi to the top, and accelerated his speed.
"Huh?" The man named Huan Xixi saw Lu Xiaotian's strange movement, put away the terrifying flying silver corpse, and then left quickly, but he did not dare to catch up rashly.
"It's better to tell Senior Brother Sha and see what he decides. The silver-haired young man has obviously discovered a ghost. Wouldn't I risk my death if I rush forward?" The monk named Chameleon muttered in a low voice, and then quickly disappeared from his original position.
After a short while, Shaba rushed up with a group of people with a sullen face. He didn't ask any more questions, but looked at the man in straw hat with a sinister look.
"The aura of the silver-haired young man suddenly became very weak, and the other party must have noticed it. In addition, the aura in the Mist Forbidden Area is originally mixed, making it difficult to find." The man in the straw hat sniffed the air a few times.
"Just tell me if you can find it." Shaba interrupted the golden-threaded mouse impatiently.
"Okay, but fortunately the other party left for a short time, otherwise it would have been really troublesome." The man in the straw hat, the golden-threaded rat, nodded, knowing that now was not the time to test Shaba's patience, so he took the lead and continued to track ahead.
The golden-threaded rat led a group of people to track down a wetland with lush water and grass. Bubbles were rising in the wetland, and miasma was rampant. Ordinary people could not trace it very far by sight alone.
In this wetland, there are spiders, snakes, ants, and some unknown monsters wandering around from time to time. They watch their group of foreign intruders warily, and some monsters with low intelligence even start to attack them.
Shaba's junior brothers and sisters waved their hands and killed them all.
"The other party doesn't seem to be moving anymore. It should be nearby." The golden-threaded mouse's expression changed, "Maybe it's waiting for us."
"Are you waiting? It seems that things are getting more and more interesting." While the others changed their expressions, Sha Pa let out a creepy, sinister laugh.
This group of people is really powerful. They can easily track themselves in places like the Mist Forbidden Land. At this time, Lu Xiaotian is hiding in a low bush. As for the original owner of this place, several demon foxes have been driven away by him.
He ran away, using the peculiar smell in the fox's den to cover up the already subtle aura on his breath even better. But Lu Xiaotian didn't expect that they could still find him under such circumstances.
During the previous war with the Flying Cavalry Tribe, although this group of people never took action, they were still among the Flying Cavalry Tribe. Judging from the situation in front of them, it seems that the reason why the Flying Cavalry Tribe was able to track him so easily before was probably because of the situation in front of them.
It was the help of others. Thinking that this group of people made him fight bloody battles and narrowly escaped death many times, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel a murderous intention in his heart.
When the golden-threaded rat took the lead and kept approaching, Lu Xiaotian became more murderous. Even if he was approached by the other party, his nose was really extraordinary. Fortunately, he had already made extra preparations.
Lu Xiaotian sneered, waiting for these people to move forward carefully, no one noticed that there were some scattered seeds under their feet, which were some fourth-level soil thorn vine seeds. Sprinkle a little of these soil seeds on the ground,
It just so happens that the messy atmosphere of this place can be used to cover up the fluctuations of the spiritual power of the thorn vine itself.
When the group of people dispersed and advanced, Lu Xiaotian took the opportunity to stimulate some of the thorn vine seeds.
The seeds with an earthy yellow light suddenly grew wildly, dozens of them, and rolled towards these people crazily.
The people who had followed Sha Pa all the way were suddenly shocked. The situation in front of them undoubtedly told them that the silver-haired young man had already been prepared. Although they knew that the silver-haired young man was injured after a series of fierce battles and the consumption was definitely not small, they witnessed it with their own eyes along the way.
Too many Flying Cavalry tribesmen fell under the knife of the silver-haired young man. Many times they thought that the silver-haired young man was about to reach his limit, but it turned out that what they thought was far from the silver-haired young man's limit.
The heavy losses suffered by the Flying Cavalry tribe made them fear the silver-haired young man from the bottom of their hearts. Therefore, at the slightest sign of trouble, they immediately became frightened and flew to dodge. If Shaba hadn't accumulated too much power over a long period of time, someone else would have given the order.
They will never comply.
Originally knowing that the silver-haired young man was waiting for them here, these people were already on full alert. At this time, these fourth-level earth thorn vines were naturally unable to do anything to them.
Lu Xiaotian secretly felt that it was a pity that he had wasted a lot of thorn vine seeds. However, these monks who were chasing him were not simple. If it were not for the severe miasma here and the many low-level spiritual grasses, I am afraid that these thorn vine seeds would have been lost.
The subtle spiritual power fluctuations on the seeds cannot be hidden from the eyes of these people at all. If he sprinkles more seeds, the effect should be better, but if he sprinkles too many seeds, based on the experience of these people, they may not be able to detect something strange. In short,
Facing a group of desperadoes, it is unrealistic to rely on a few small tricks to cause serious damage to the opponent.