Hua family's losses cannot do without his share of the blame.”“In that case, there’s only one way to settle this.” Zhu Yinglong narrowed his eyes. To hand over his own son He hadn't ever lost face li...However, as the Blood Wolf Demon Drum's breath grew stronger and stronger, Lu Xiaoteng discovered that the color of the blood-colored wolf head was gradually fading.
Lu Xia Tian continued to flip through the book about the Blood Wolf Demon Drum, reaching the last few pages. It also recorded the method of refining blood crystals. They were refined using the fresh blood and bones of high-level demon beasts. The higher the level of the demon beast, the more powerful the blood crystal, and the greater the killing power unleashed by the Blood Wolf Demon Drum.
What a strange and eerie talisman. Lu Xia Tian couldn't help but be startled. Especially the way these blood crystals were made, it required the blood of a demon beast, and not from a dead one. It had to be taken while the demon beast was still alive. Then, through a secret method, it could be refined into a blood crystal.
The higher the level of the demon beast, the greater the power contained in the blood crystal. However, this method is too cruel, essentially torturing a demon beast alive. If I hadn't killed that one-eyed old man myself, and if the blood crystal in his hand hadn't been insufficient to exert the full power of the Blood Wolf Drum, my victory wouldn't have been so effortless. I estimate it would have been a tough fight.
The talisman forged with spirit essence is quite formidable in its own right. Lu Xia Tian pondered, stroking his chin, his eyes filled with contemplation. Refining blood crystals is a complex and time-consuming process. It seems this treasure can only be used once or twice by him at most.
Suddenly, a blue light flashed at the entrance of the cave and instantly pierced through the restrictions. It was the sound transmission talisman he had given to Sun Youcai. Ordinary sound transmission talismans couldn't penetrate the formation he had set up.
At this moment, what was Sun Youcai transmitting to himself through voice Lu Xia Tian stretched out his finger and shot out a wisp of Qi.
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"Lu Daoist, Ye Daoist has seen through that someone is behind me. There's no other way but to send you a voice transmission. Regarding the matter of the Nascent Soul Fruit, Ye Daoist knows more about it than I do. Recently, there have been some changes over there. Ye Daoist said that only by gathering everyone's strength can we possibly kill the tenth-order monster near the Nascent Soul Fruit. However, Ye Daoist is not strong enough now, so he specially invited Lu Daoist to come and discuss important matters."
After saying that, the blue transmission talisman burned itself up and turned to ashes in an instant.
“It seems that Mr. Ye also knows about the Iron Thorn Backed Demonic Beast, but he actually has a way to deal with that tenth-order monster. It's truly surprising.”
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Lu Xia Tian's eyes flashed. He had a clear understanding of his own strength. In terms of magical power alone, he was slightly inferior to top-tier Jindan late-stage cultivators like Suo Ming Ying Seng and Chi Yun Sang. However, when considering all his other abilities, he wasn't much weaker than them. Ordinary Jindan cultivators were no longer worthy of his attention.
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Such power is only effective against cultivators at the Golden Core stage, or monsters below the ninth level. The Iron Spined Beast King is a tenth-level monster; even with all my efforts, I could barely withstand its casual attacks, and might even be injured in the process. If it hit me several times more, once my trump cards were exhausted, I would surely die.
Under normal circumstances, if someone said they had a way to deal with a tenth-order demon beast, Lu Xia Tian would just smile it off. However, this concerned the fate of Jie Ying, and with no other options available, Lu Xia Tian couldn't help but feel a sliver of hope in his heart. No matter what, this trip was worth taking. If it failed, he could always try again.
With his current strength, as long as he doesn't fall into a siege by several Jindan cultivators, if he pays attention, it will be difficult for the other party to make any crooked ideas and want to keep him.
Having made his calculations, Lu Xia Tian withdrew the several formation plates at the mouth of the cave and emerged. His injuries had already fully healed by now, and although further breakthroughs in physical cultivation would be beneficial for solidifying his realm during closed-door training, the nascent fruit continued to ripen steadily. Lu Xia Tian felt a sense of urgency, as if time was slipping away from him.
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In fact, even Lu Xiaitian himself hadn't realized that his aptitude was mediocre. Although he had a plentiful supply of pills, the speed at which his cultivation advanced was definitely not slow. Besides the material foundation provided by the pills, the biggest reason was probably the constant sparring with high-level cultivators. This gave him a far deeper understanding of realms than cultivators of the same level.
The mountains below him receded sharply, and a sense of eerie ghostly energy filled the air. Lu Xiaoteng's brows furrowed; this feeling was not good at all. After half a day, Lu Xiaoteng arrived at the riverbank where he had been before, a shallow stretch of land with reeds swaying in the wind. There were several simple wooden houses built there, looking quite old. They were probably built by other humans who once lived here.
Lu Xia Tian searched the surroundings and found that the other party's vigilance was quite high, with several powerful auras faintly fluctuating.
“Since you sincerely invited Lu Mo here, why aren't you showing yourself What's the point of playing these hide-and-seek games” Feeling the nearby cultivators looking out for each other, Lu Xiaoteng said aloud.
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“Haha, Lu Dao-you don't blame me. This place is truly too dangerous. If I hadn't taken some precautions, perhaps Ye wouldn't have lived to speak with you.” A clear voice rang out. The one who had been seen before, Ye Sicheng, was holding a plum blossom fan in his hand as he stepped out of the reeds.
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There was a hut, but he didn’t live in it. Instead, he chose to hide amongst the reeds. Could this fellow have a peculiar fondness for living in the reed marsh Thinking back to how Ye Sicheng and He Rushuang had enjoyed themselves amidst the reeds before, Lu Xiaottian couldn't help but think with a hint of amusement.
"Lu Dao friend, don't blame me, I am also forced to do this." Sun Youcai came out of the wooden house, looking at Lu Xiaoteng with a bitter expression, as if helpless.
Then, several more people came out one after another, including some old acquaintances. One of them was the grim-faced, life-hungry monk, whose lower body was shrouded in black mist and only his upper body was visible. He glared at Lu Xia Tian with menacing eyes. There were also two snow-capped twin sculptures, wearing small white pointed hats, whose height was only up to a normal person's waist.
"Where are you all from" Lu Xiaoxiao narrowed his eyes and looked at the Soul-Taking Infant Monk and others.
"These individuals are also those whom I invited over, all experts in their own right. They are all equally helpless against that Tier 10 demonic lion, so they have temporarily joined forces. It seems like you all have some history between you, but no matter how deep the grudge, it pales in comparison to the Nascent Soul fruit. For now, let's just shake hands and make peace. In front of the Path to Nascent Soul, everything else is insignificant. What do you all think Does what Ye says make sense"
Ye Sicheng said with an air of calm.
“I have no opinion, just know what this person thinks.” Lu Xia Tian glanced at the Life-Taking Infant Monk. Of these people, he was the one who had suffered the most at his hands.
The murderous infant monk's face was ashen, he snorted coldly and simply stopped speaking. The Snow Ridge Twin Carvings didn't seem to care much, looking at Lu Xia Tian with a rather indifferent gaze.
Next appeared an elderly man with white hair and a thin frame, holding a staff of peach wood. Hundreds of bells hung from it, swaying gently. He stood beside the Soul-Claiming Infant Monk. Xue Ling Shuangdiao looked at the old man with apprehension and subconsciously took half a step back. The old man looked at Lu Xiaottian with great interest.cloth is not powerful enough to kill so many tomb spirits within its bounds. 。Then, controlling the formation again, he released two more. Bai Li Fei and Fu Yu naturally repeated their old trick, kill...