"Brother Lu, these green ropes are so weird." Ye Ziyu also noticed that something was not right at this time.
"These green ropes come from the ground." When Lu Xiaotian slashed these green ropes with his flying sword, he was also searching for possible enemies around him. There was not much unique aura on these green ropes. There must be someone or something demonic behind them.
Control. What disappoints Lu Xiaotian is that he still hasn’t been able to find the other party’s location until now. The only thing he gained was that he found these green ropes rolling in the void, which seemed to have some connection with the lotus pond and the ground.
connect.
Lu Xiaotian didn't dare to be completely sure, what happened in front of him was really weird. Lu Xiaotian's consciousness moved, and the ethereal flying swords turned into eight in the void, each of them resisted the long green rope that rolled towards them, trying to slash towards the ground. It originally seemed that
The extremely organized green long rope suddenly became crazy at this time.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes condensed, and the speed of the ethereal flying sword increased again. Before these green ropes could fully react, the sharp sword light flashed across. Under the Moon Spring Lotus Pond, the originally quiet water suddenly started to roll. One or two lines of water suddenly started to roll.
The green rope broke in response. At this time, the long rope flying in the air suddenly lost its vitality and fell from the air, while the other green ropes rushed towards it like a mad tiger.
Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly and ignored the rolling green ropes. As long as their foundations were cut, these long green ropes that looked tough and tough would no longer be a threat. It would be perfect to use the Misty Flying Sword to cut off their foundations.
The Misty Flying Sword, Lu Xiaotian himself is definitely not at the mercy of others.
Ye Ziyu followed suit and controlled those flying swords, which were a bit more powerful than Lu Xiaotian, to fall to the ground. The sound of sword roars could be heard endlessly.
If these green ropes were no longer useful, Lu Xiaotian and the others would be able to break out of the trap in an instant.
But at this time, Lu Xiaotian's face was not relaxed at all. In the lotus pond, he saw a huge white lotus growing out of the moon spring at a speed that could be discerned with the naked eye. The petals of the budding white lotus bloomed, revealing a
A middle-aged man with a majestic face and no expression. His appearance suddenly looks exactly like the Lord of Ye City, Ye Qianxun, who has been dead for hundreds of years.
"Father, how could this happen?" Ye Ziyu looked at Lord Ye City who should have been dead for hundreds of years with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Lotus clone!" Lu Xiaotian looked extremely ugly at this time. He was knowledgeable and ambitious. After traveling in this world for so long, he had always heard rumors about some ancient spiritual creatures. Rumor has it that there is a kind of ghost lotus that can take over the world. It can be used
To refine the external incarnation. It is different from Lu Xiaotian's sword embryo into a human being and the phantom clone. Whether it is a sword embryo into a human being or a phantom clone, they must be within the radiation range of Lu Xiaotian's domain. Once the distance is too far
If it is far away, it becomes a tree without roots, and Lu Xiaotian cannot supplement it with mana. If he gets into a fight with others, especially if he meets a monk of the same level, he will inevitably worry about running out of mana.
Regardless of whether there are demons, demons, humans, or ghosts. Even if there are other ways to refine clones, each method has its own level. However, clones are all consumables. They may even bring a certain burden to practice. Only this lotus clone,
Once it is refined, it will be like the original deity, and it can also be cultivated and restored by itself. It is no different from ordinary people.
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who looked like Lord Ye, Lu Xiaotian suddenly thought of the old monster Fire Cloud Monster with only one pair of eyes left.
No wonder the old monster Fire Cloud Monster came to the Star Territory. It turned out to be to find the opportunity to find Zhongshuo's body. It was about a rare treasure like the Ring Zi Youlian. If it were Lu Xiaotian himself, he would not mention it to Fire Cloud Monster at all.
and.
The middle-aged man with the same face as Ye Cheng looked at Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu with an expressionless face, and finally there was a bit of a smile on his face. "Not bad, not bad, this person is only less than a thousand years old."
Time has actually grown to such an extent, and even swallowed up several sword fetuses of the same level of Fusion Realm."
The middle-aged man looked at Lu Xiaotian with even more interest, "Especially you, in the early stage of integration, you can actually find the flaw in my lotus stem whip. You are indeed a person who has cultivated multiple deputy souls. Yuanshen
His power and the depth of his secret cultivation techniques are unprecedented among those at the same level."
"The ruthlessness of your methods and the depth of the city are the only things Lu has ever seen in his life. It seems that you are just like the Lord of Ye City, just a clone." Lu Xiaotian was also sizing up the middle-aged man at this time, and the fear came from the unknown. Lu Xiaotian was always vigilant.
The possible crisis and the way the crisis may occur will naturally have a greater psychological burden. Once you understand the cause and effect of the matter, and see this middle-aged man again, you will let go of all your previous worries and worries.
The situation in front of him does not require too many other considerations, just fight. If you win, you will live, if you lose, you will die. Lu Xiaotian yearns for life and is not afraid of death. Along the way to this day, Lu Xiaotian has faced too many enemies that are far more powerful than him.
In the face of these powerful enemies, any flinching or fear will only bring ridicule and will not be of any help.
As soon as he thought of this, a fearless aura that would rather break than bend rose from Lu Xiaotian's body.
"Yes, yes, when it comes to the strength of the soul, even I am not as good as me. I am worthy of my efforts to bring you here. Lord Ye City is just a failed clone. He was buried in Burning Demon Chi.
Under the golden flame, only part of the consumed spiritual power can be recovered. Even if his death is not arranged, the clone will be exhausted." The middle-aged man saw the aura on Lu Xiaotian's face, and the smile on his face became wider.
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and saw a small sword of several inches wrapped in a transparent light shield. The small sword looked like it was no more than a few feet long, and it was all black and gray. But to the naked eye, it looked like an invisible bottom.
The abyss. That abyss can swallow everything.
"The Swallowing Yuan Sword Technique!" Lu Xiaotian was extremely moved. Logically speaking, the Swallowing Yuan Sword Technique does not rank high among many sword techniques, but when he used it on the middle-aged man in front of him, he felt like he was swallowing heaven and earth.
momentum.
"There is indeed a distinction between superior and inferior sword techniques. However, when you practice to the end, it depends on how many sword embryos you have swallowed. As long as you can swallow enough sword embryos, you can learn from each other's strengths. Any kind of sword embryo can be practiced to the point where it is difficult to fathom.
Even the Tunyuan Sword at the bottom of the ranking can swallow the heaven and the earth, spit out the sun and the moon." The middle-aged man said as he stretched out his left palm. At this time, the small black and gray sword in his hand was small, but that
With a slight suction, it was like a giant beast swallowing. The ethereal flying sword that was originally slashing towards the bottom of the lotus pond almost lost its autonomy 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 ethereal flying swords, they seemed to be holding back a stubborn donkey.