It could actually fly without feathers? Eh, that's not right. This Little Fire Crow could actually control a portion of fire spiritual energy. Lu Xiaotian was startled at first, but quickly discovered Little Fire Crow's new ability. In the past, this little guy had no other merits besides being able to eat and being noisy. Now, it could actually control fire spiritual energy to form a vortex of air around its body, supporting its body.
This could be considered a considerable improvement. With a wave of his hand, Lu Xiaotian was about to put the Little Fire Crow, which had been burnt black by the spirit fire, into his spirit beast pouch. Unexpectedly, two gusts of wind attacked him from behind. One on the left and one on the right, wanting to force him to give up on putting Little Fire Crow away.
The smile on Lu Xiaotian's face didn't diminish. He had already noticed Cheng Dexiang's group long ago. To be able to let them get so close, Lu Xiaotian naturally wasn't unprepared. Lu Xiaotian didn't even turn his head. With a wave of his hand, a huge pale blood colored eagle wing appeared in the air. The eagle wing retracted, as if to protect Lu Xiaotian's entire body. Behind him, a huge round black lock and a deep blue treasured blade slammed into the eagle wing from left and right.
With a bang, the eagle wing collapsed. The deep blue treasured blade and round black lock broke through the wing, and within the pale blood colored shadow, that person was no longer in his original position. The round black lock and the deep blue treasured blade both missed.
"A body cultivator of the tenth level, and his cultivation method is somewhat similar to that of the Monster Clan." Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun's pupils shrank. The person in front of them was somewhat different from the opponents they had faced before.
"Are you a human or a monster?" It wasn't that Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun were blind, but that Lu Xiaotian's extremely wild aura was closer to that of a monster. This was also because Lu Xiaotian had used the Great Soul Devouring Art to devour too many monster soul essences. In the past, when he hunted monsters in the sea outside Royal Pill City, he had absorbed quite a few sea eagles' soul essences. In addition, Lu Xiaotian had collected countless cultivation techniques that were similar to demonic beasts in order to bring the Great Devouring Art to a more powerful level. When he used it, he was like a demon or a demon. This was the first time they had met, and they were in the middle of a sea of flames. His aura was already somewhat distorted. It was not surprising that Zhao Dexiang and Meng Ru Jun could not tell at first glance.
"It's been decades since we last met, and you two actually can't recognize me?" In a flash, Lu Xiaotian appeared a few dozen zhang away from the two spiritual immortal treasures. He held the completely black Little Fire Crow in one hand and looked calmly at Zhao Dexiang and Zhao Dexiang.
"It's you!" When Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun saw Lu Xiaotian's appearance, they were shocked. The two of them weren't people with good eyesight. Moreover, the scene from several decades ago, when they had walked on the edge of life and death, the past was still vivid in their minds. It was still a ghastly sight, how could they forget?
Back then, the Xuan Yan Ghostly King had been chasing this brat who was only at the Jin Dan stage. This brat had nowhere else to go and was rejected by the Wushang City. A group of Nascent Soul cultivators wanted to join forces and get a share of the loot from this brat. After all, a Jin Dan cultivator who could attract the attention of a ghostly king at all costs must have some incredible treasure on him. But later, this brat had no other choice but to escape to the Wushang Lake. And from the teleportation formation at the bottom of the Wushang Lake, he entered a mysterious secret realm. The Xuan Yan Ghostly King and six or seven other Nascent Soul cultivators entered one after another.
They saw the most terrifying scene of their lives. A flying sword shrouded in a transparent light shield swept through the late-stage ghost king and the six or seven Nascent Soul cultivators. Even the Xuan Yan Ghostly King was severely injured, and the rest of them were no match for the flying sword. Wherever the flying sword passed, there was either death or injury.
Everyone escaped from that dangerous place with great fear, but the silver-haired Jin Dan cultivator never appeared again. Decades passed in a flash, and the terrifying scene from that year was gradually covered in dust. Who would have thought that they would see this silver-haired Jin Dan cultivator again, and that he had become a Nascent Soul cultivator who was not inferior to them. With a wave of his hand, he blocked their joint attack.
"We parted in a hurry at the Wushang Lake. Are you two well?" Lu Xiaotian looked at the two with a wicked smile. Looking at their expressions, he was afraid that they were not well. The terror of the Ethereal Sword Embryo was not only limited to Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun, but even Lu Xiaotian felt that the sword embryo left behind by the Ethereal Venerable was no match for it. Even Xiang Kuo would have a hard time.
"What do you mean well? Boy, how did you appear here? Did you already take the treasure in this sea of fire? What is that in your hand?" Muye glared at him. He did not have the patience to listen to these cold words and directly asked.
"Are you asking me?" Lu Xiaotian glanced at Zhangshui Muye. This little girl had just formed her Nascent Soul. In his eyes, there was not much difference between her and a late stage Jin Dan cultivator.
"Nonsense!"
"Little sister, be quiet." Fang Ling, however, stopped Muye and Zhangshui in a low voice. She bowed to Lu Xiaotian and said, "After so many years, I didn't expect to see Mister Dongfang here. Didn't Mister Dongfang go to Xiangdu? How did you grace us with your presence to such a remote place like Red Leaf State?"
"Mister Dongfang, you, you are that Alchemy Grandmaster?"
Muye immediately covered his mouth. That year in Feiliu City, his elder brother Muye Zhangting ran into a rebuke, which was still unforgettable. However, at that time, Lu Xiaotian had taken the Form Change Pill and changed his appearance. Even his temperament was completely different from now. In these years, Muye had been busy breaking through to Nascent Soul stage and then went into seclusion. Naturally, he did not know what happened in the outside world.
However, Muye did not know, but Fang Ling was a Deacon with a high status in the Cloudy Cliff Auction House. In addition, Zhu Qingquan and Lu Xiaotian had some ties. Fang Ling naturally knew more than ordinary people.
"Alchemy Grandmaster?" Zhao Dexiang and Fang Rujun were shocked. They did not expect that the silver-haired cultivator in front of them had another identity. Even Fang Ling of the Cloudy Cliff Auction House had to respectfully call him Mister Dongfang. There was no need to think about this person's status, it was probably far above Fang Ling's. Otherwise, how could Fang Ling call him that?
"My Spirit Bird was lost. On the way here, I did not expect to encounter such a strange fire. My Spirit Bird's feathers were all burned off and it's become much uglier. "Lu Xiaotian ignored Little Fire Crow's protest and directly sent it back into the Spirit Beast Pouch.
"What's wrong? You all came together and even attacked me. What are you thinking? “
Muye Zhangting quickly shook his head. "This, Mister Dongfang misunderstood. Mister Dongfang's status is honorable. How could we be rude to Mister Dongfang?"
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