Chapter 5469 Return to the Fantasy Mist Swamp

Even after Wen Yan, Zi Luo, or Wen Tingdao and others advance to the level of Dragon Lord, it will be unrealistic for Jin Tong to rush around like he does now.

As Jin Tong's condition gradually improves, the Dragon Soul Flying Sword is not only recovering but also constantly improving after being baptized by the aura of the Wu Shi Demon Knife.

In addition to the fact that the totem power stored in the Fang Tian Hua Ji is consumed a lot, overall, after several battles, both Lu Xiaotian and other strong men in the Qingguo barrier have gained a lot.

It is not a big problem that the totem power is consumed. Lu Xiaotian's strength has been improving, and so have Jin Tong, Wen Yan and other dragon clan strongmen. The entire dragon clan has been steadily improving.

The speed at which the totem power condenses will only be faster than before. The perceptions of the entire dragon clan after various battles are also a sublimation for the dragon clan totem.

As for the three-headed and six-armed holy pan Dharma image jointly worshipped by the shale clan, the dragon wolf clan, and the city of Dique, the same is true.

Among the three tribes, the shale tribe is the basic group. The individual combat power is the weakest, but the number of tribe members has increased dramatically. They have formed a super-large battle formation, which is also desirable.

The number of dragon wolf riders and shale tribes is relatively small, but the overall combat power is not weak. In addition, the Buddhist sect in the barrier and the human army headed by the three major fairy palaces are a powerful supplement to the combat power of the dragon tribe.

Lu Xiaotian's divine sense swept over the mongoose chariot. This immortal world carefully refined a big killer that can crisscross the battlefield. Even with the current Qingguo barrier, it is impossible to refine it.

Lu Xiaotian still remembers the amazing power of the mongoose chariot in the secret realm of the Kongying tribe.

It was because of this thing that Lu Xiaotian almost ruined the formation layout in the secret realm of the Kongying tribe for thousands of years. At the beginning, some means were used to put it into the Qingguo barrier.

However, although this thing is powerful, the conditions for using it are quite harsh. It is best for people from the Giant Stone Clan to practice special skills and then drive it together. Ordinary races really can't withstand the backlash of the Mongoose Chariot's aura.

The combat power of Lu Xiaotian's subordinates looks very good, but it still can't withstand consumption.

The Mongoose Chariot can solve many problems on the battlefield. If you can't drive this thing, or find a way to deal with it, the next time you fight against the main force of the Immortal Army, you may face this big guy, and the damage caused will be difficult to control.

"Saint!" Giant Qing, Giant Goose and other rock giants came after being inspired.

"With my current situation, I can't go to the Giant Stone Realm, but I can try my best to help the Giant Stone Clan enter the Immortal Demon Battlefield. You can discuss and decide early on what to do. If I miss it now, I may not be able to free my hands in the future."

Lu Xiaotian said truthfully. Lu Xiaotian felt a certain guilt for Giant Qing and other rock giants.

I promised the other party that I would go there, but Lu Xiaotian has been in a state of displacement and has been in constant trouble, so he really has no way to go to the Giant Stone Realm in person.

From a personal point of view, Lu Xiaotian does want to bring the Giant Stone Clan under his command. The Giant Stone Clan is very powerful. If they cooperate with the Birch Flame Clan in the Dique City, it will be enough to raise the combat power of both sides to a higher level.

But Lu Xiaotian wants to do a lot of things, even with his current strength, what he can do is extremely limited.

He doesn't want to spend this kind of escape, wandering on the edge of life and death. More importantly, he wants to take Xiang Qingcheng, Luo Qing, Luo Ping'er, Lu Wushuang and others to travel around, learn from the strong from all walks of life, and exchange the way of alchemy. But eight out of ten people in the world are not satisfied.

"There are some people in the Giant Stone Clan who are content with the status quo, and there are more people who are unwilling to be oppressed by the Honghao Heavenly Court. After reaching a certain level of cultivation, they can only be oppressed by the Honghao Heavenly Court, and eventually die because of the exhaustion of their essence and the backlash of the killing aura in the mongoose chariot.

The real Giant Stone Clan is unwilling to be oppressed like this, and would rather die standing than live on their knees. If they cannot reunite with the saint, please ask the saint to lead them to the battlefield of immortals and demons." Ju Ziqing, Ju Yan and others made a decision after a discussion.

"Each of you separate a strand of your soul, and I will take your souls into the Giant Stone Realm." Lu Xiaotian said.

Ju Ziqing and others looked at each other and nodded in agreement. He didn't know how Lu Xiaotian did it, and now he just had to obey the arrangement.

Lu Xiaotian was in the battlefield of immortals and demons, but he had to project to the Giant Stone Realm. This was beyond their cognition. Without cultivation, they might not be able to figure out what was going on even if Lu Xiaotian explained.

One after another, Lu Xiaotian opened his mouth and swallowed all of them.

Under the chaotic spatial fluctuations, the eight laws of water, fire, wind, thunder, etc. were twisted, and a blood-colored stream flowed into it, which seemed to add an inexplicable charm to it.

Finally, these laws merged into a cyan sphere, which floated in front of Lu Xiaotian.

It seemed to be just flying forward slowly, but it disappeared as it floated, as if it was forcibly integrated into another space. This sphere was naturally Lu Xiaotian's projection, but it used a different form from before.

Lu Xiaotian was able to perform the plane projection method a long time ago. Now his strength is not what it used to be, so he is naturally familiar with it again.

The blue-gray sphere crossed the shackles of space and traveled through the vast void. In the past, Lu Xiaotian had to face too many risks when performing plane projection.

If you are not careful or unlucky, and encounter a space storm or something, the projection will be directly torn apart by the storm.

Now this blue-gray sphere has crossed several space storms and remains motionless in the face of such violent tearing.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to get there directly without having been to the Stone World. However, if you can't get there in a straight line, there is always a way to go in a curve.

The first place Lu Xiaotian projected to was the Fantasy Mist Swamp. There was a space crack here. It was not without reason that Ying Langtian chose to lead the soul back from here.

There were several places where Lu Xiaotian could choose to project the fairy world. Many places were heavily guarded by the fairy world. Lu Xiaotian was not unable to deal with it, but any gesture would inevitably cause some unpredictable effects.

Now that we can't even see the shadow of the Stone World, it is naturally not the time to take action.

In fact, there are many fairy soldiers on the side of the Fantasy Mist Swamp, but both the individual soldiers and the overall combat power are too low for Lu Xiaotian, and hundreds of thousands of fairy soldiers are useless.

At Lu Xiaotian's level, even if it is just a projection, it is unimaginable for the lower fairyland of Honghao Tianting.

The fairy army battle formation in front of him was scattered and could not condense a strong enough battle formation aura. Even if Lu Xiaotian was outside the battle formation of the army, the fairy army on the opposite side could not see him at all.

Revisiting his hometown, Lu Xiaotian did not alarm the immortal army, but walked slowly in the phantom mist swamp, looking for the familiar feeling of the past.