Chapter 842 Hunter

If Lu Xiaotian heard the conversation between the two terracotta figurines at this time, he might be quite surprised. He had already disguised himself a bit, but he still couldn't hide it from the eyes of the terracotta figurines. The other party saw him right away. The camouflage, but also quietly.

"Threats and lures? What benefits can we get to impress each other, or can the two of us work together to securely take down this silver-haired boy." Husband asked back, "If we do our best, there may be some hope." , but both of us are about to perish, so what's the point of taking down that silver-haired boy?"

"It's the first time you and I have heard about the puppet scroll in hundreds of years, but it's useless." Fu Ding sighed long, his tone full of unwillingness.

The silver-haired kid was only average at the bottom of Jixing Lake, but he didn't expect to grow to such a level in a hundred or so years. Husband Xing didn't talk to the companion next to him anymore. Now that he saw through Lu Xiaotian's identity, Husband Xing didn't really believe Lu Xiaotian's statement that he had no interest in the puppet scroll. Back then, he was in the unitary heavy water phantom array at the bottom of Lonely Star Lake. However, Lu Xiaotian used the sixth-order puppets.

It's just that using puppets and refining puppets are two different things, and the difficulty of refining terracotta puppets is far beyond what ordinary puppet masters can do.

Of course, these things cannot be told to Fu Ding, a quick-tempered guy. Fu Xing has a premonition that this silver-haired young man should return to the Blue Devil Sea Territory one day in the future. Returning to the Qingyu Continent, it should be just a frontier. If you want to go further on the road of cultivating immortals, returning to the Blue Devil Sea Area will be a better choice.

Of course, all of this was based on the fact that the two of them were unable to take down this person head-on. Otherwise, Husband Star wouldn't be so easy to talk to.

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In the desolate grassland, some places are full of fertile weeds as deep as a person, while others are full of sand and gravel, scattered with patches of small but towering giant trees. Occasionally, giant beasts as high as tens of feet bow their heads to eat The weeds, or a giant leopard or lion suddenly popped out of the wild grass, which suddenly startled a group of monsters, running like crazy, trying to escape from the predation of those beasts.

It's just that 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.

On top of the white-headed stork were a few Jin decoration warriors, with a sturdy look and a long spear in their hands.

After seeing the flying cavalry appearing in the sky, the group of monsters on the ground became flustered again. It's just that these former predators have no tendency to do it at this time. Instead, he looked playfully at a group of scattered monks on the ground.

"These sons of bitches, relying on the sky, treat us like animals, and we'll fight them. It's better to die vigorously than to live like this." A bald and strong man with a shiny head , holding a long saber magic weapon in his hand, looking angrily at the few flying knights in the sky.

"Boss, you just said something. Brothers are driven by this alien race as livestock all day long. If they are not killed by these guys, they will probably be exhausted." Liu Jinglei, a bald man, looked at the blue man next to him. A woman with a patched skirt and a beautiful face without losing her heroic spirit.

"Shut up, we are looked down upon by the decent people in Mochizuki's Immortal Cultivation Realm, and we have worked so hard to come to this Vault of Heaven Realm. If we don't do something sensational, we will die without face."

The delicate woman Miao Ruolin scolded. "It's better to die than to live. As long as you live, you have a chance. The god-killing flying cavalry tribe, the monks who enslave us in the Black Cliff Cave like this, don't vent their anger. Even if I die, I will die with peace. You are also a seven-foot man, why? Just like a girl, when you encounter something, you will yell nonsense, if you have lived enough, wipe your neck with your big knife to be quiet, and don't come to scratch in front of the old lady."

The bald man's face was flushed, and he turned aside angrily while holding the big knife in his hand.

More than a dozen other monks scattered around with gloomy faces, and surrounded Wei Zhi's injured fifth-order horned wildebeest.

"Listen, the captives below, if you don't get enough food today, after you go back, each of you will have 30 soul lashes!" said the flying warrior above his head, looking down at the hunting crowd below.

Hearing the name of whipping the soul whip, all the monks including Miao Ruolin couldn't help but shudder. After finally sneaking into the world of cultivating immortals in the sky, they were still discovered and captured as captives. After receiving the opponent's Soul Whip, the pain that penetrated into the soul is definitely the most painful experience in everyone's life. People who want to be beaten once will never want to be beaten a second time.

The soul-flashing whip can beat the primordial spirit, and it has been beaten more than once. It is said that it is a monk who established the foundation, that is, the ancestor of Jindan. The end of weakness and death.

"Get moving, stop messing around, there is really no way out, let's fight these guys again." Miao Ruolin gritted her teeth and said with determination.

"Master, there is a man lying on the ground over there."

A few people dispersed, and carefully surrounded the fifth-order monster wildebeest. Although the level of monsters on the Tianqiong Grassland is not high, they have huge bodies and extremely powerful natural forces. Wait for a few foundation-building monks to say goodbye. If you want to subdue it, once the other party runs away, a hard struggle is very likely to be in vain.

A young man with a round face suddenly spoke out.

"Is he dead?" Miao Ruolin asked.

"The wild beasts are rampant on this grassland. Except for the Flying Cavalry tribe passing by to hunt, there are few people at other times. How could someone appear alone on this grassland." Liu Jinglei, a bald man, wondered authentically.

"Could it be the same as us, coming from that ghostly place?"

"Shut up, if we let the monks in the Vault of Heaven Realm know, we will become sinners in the Mochizuki Immortal Cultivation Realm." Miao Ruolin glared at Liu Jinglei.

When Liu Jinglei quickly swallowed the words back to his stomach, "Then what about this kid?"

Miao Ruolin didn't know what to do, just as they were in trouble, the ashen-faced young man on the ground opened his eyes and shook his drowsy head.

This person is naturally Lu Xiaotian who was teleported over from Blood Gourd Island via the teleportation array. Lu Xiaotian rode the trace of the teleportation array, and suddenly felt that the teleportation array seemed a little unstable, there seemed to be a lot of turbulent currents restraining the teleportation force, there was a twist in the void, and Lu Xiaotian's eyes went dark, so he didn't know what happened. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment. The surrounding area was flat, with blue sky and white clouds, and in the distance were fertile weeds as tall as a man.

It didn't teleport to the underground palace, but came to such a ghostly place. After clearing his mind, Lu Xiaotian can preliminarily judge that there is indeed something wrong with the teleportation array, and the surrounding aura is a bit worse than that of the Blue Devil Sea. And there are several surprised monks beside him.