If Lu Xiaotian heard the conversation between the two clay puppets at this time, he would probably be surprised. He had already made some disguises, but he still couldn't hide it from the eyes of the clay puppets. The other party saw through him at a glance.
disguise, and also remained calm.
"Coercion and inducement? What benefits can we bring to impress each other, or can we jointly win over this silver-haired boy?" Husband asked in return, "If we use our full strength, there may be some hope.
, but we are both about to die, so what’s the point of taking down that silver-haired boy?”
"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 didn't talk to his companions next to him anymore. Now that he knew Lu Xiaotian's identity, he didn't expect what Lu Xiaotian said.
He had no interest in the puppet scroll, so Fu Xing didn't quite believe it. Lu Xiaotian had used a sixth-level puppet in the one-yuan heavy water illusion formation at the bottom of Lone Star Lake.
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 accomplish.
Of course, this cannot be said to Fu Ding, an impatient guy. Fu Xing has a hunch that this silver-haired young man should return to the Blue Devil Sea one day. After all, the spiritual energy on Qingyu Continent is not as rich as that in the Blue Devil Sea.
Returning to Qingyu Continent is probably just a matter of unfinished business. 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 would not be so easy to talk to.
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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. Small but towering giant trees are scattered here and there. 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 a 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 the group of monsters on the ground saw the flying knights appearing in the sky, they became panicked again. However, these former predators had no intention of taking action at this time. Instead, they looked at the group of scattered monks on the ground with playful eyes.
"These sons of bitches are flying high in the sky and treating us like livestock. 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 sky.
"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 get to the Sky World. If we don't do something big and sensational, we won't have any face even if we die."
The delicate woman Miao Ruolin scolded. "It's better to die than to live. As long as you live, you will have a chance. This damn flying horse tribe enslaves our monks in Heiyadong like this. If you don't speak evil words, I will die with my eyes open. You...
This guy can be considered a seven-foot man. Why are you like women, just yelling 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 big knife 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 we don't hunt enough food today, when we go back, each of us 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 Celestial Cultivation World, but they were still discovered and taken as prisoners. They were beaten on the first day.
The pain that penetrates deep into the soul after being hit by the opponent's soul whip is definitely the most painful experience in anyone's life. People who have 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, it is said that it is a foundation-building monk, which is the ancestor of the golden elixir. If the soul cannot be restored with spiritual objects and spiritual elixirs, it will not be able to escape the soul in the end.
The end of weakness and 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."
Several people spread out and carefully surrounded the fifth-level demonic wildebeest. Although the realm of the demonic beast on the Tianqiong grassland was not high, its body was huge and its natural power was extremely powerful. Waiting for a few foundation-building monks to leave
If you want to subdue it, once the opponent escapes, the hard fight will most likely be in vain.
A young man with a round face suddenly spoke out.
"Are you dead?" Miao Ruolin asked.
"Wild beasts are rampant on this grassland. Except for the Flying Cavalry tribe that passes by for hunting, there are no human beings at other times. How could anyone appear alone on this grassland?" Liu Jinglei, a bald man, wondered.
"Could it be that he came from that hellish place just like us?"
"Shut up, if the monks in the Sky Realm know about it, we will become the sinners of the Wangyue Cultivation Realm." Miao Ruolin glared at Liu Jinglei.
Liu Jinglei quickly swallowed the words back in his stomach, "What about this kid?"
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 is naturally Lu Xiaotian, who was teleported through the teleportation array at Blood Caldera Island. Lu Xiaotian was riding in the teleportation array, and suddenly felt that the teleportation array seemed a little unstable. There seemed to be a lot of turbulence to contain the teleportation power, and there was a burst of energy in the void.
Twisted, Lu Xiaotian's vision went dark, and he didn't know what was going on. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground in a panic, surrounded by a flat, blue sky 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. Lu Xiaotian calmed down his thoughts and could preliminarily determine that there was indeed something wrong with the teleportation array. The surrounding spiritual energy was inferior to that of the Blue Devil Sea Area.