The yellow halo around Zhao Tianliu's body flickered, and his figure blurred. Lu Xiaotian sneered. Although the Zhao Clan's illusion technique was magical, even he would have to spend some effort to distinguish it if he didn't use the True-Illusion Ice Pupil. However, the wind-type giant was not a mortal. No matter how magical Zhao Tianliu's illusion technique was, it was like playing the lute to a cow.
The wind-type Golden Man's individual strength was equivalent to three True Meaning cultivators working together. How could Zhao Tianliu block it with his strength alone? Zhao Tianfang saw the storm-like Blade Qi rushing down and his expression changed. Just as he was about to save him, the lightning-type giant raised its long blade and thunder rolled in the air. Zhao Tianfang's eyebrows twitched. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only watch the storm-like Blade Qi cut into the yellow halo.
With a buzzing sound, the earth yellow halo directly collapsed, revealing a huge earth ball in the middle. Inside the earth ball was Zhao Tianliu. At this time, he was holding the Earth Illusion Mirror with both hands, trying his best to resist the Green Wind Giant's slash. The earth ball was already full of cracks under the Blade Qi, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger. Zhao Tianliu, who was inside the earth ball, had already been cut by the fine Blade Qi that passed through the cracks. In the blink of an eye, there were several wounds on his body, dripping with blood.
"I'll count to three. If you don't wake up, the Zhao Clan will be removed. Three, two. "
Lu Xiaotian didn't count slowly. Zhao Tianfang and the others had cold sweat on their foreheads. There were already as many as eighteen Golden Men in front of them. They were very similar to the legendary eighteen Golden Men left behind by the Great Emperor of Qinling. At this time, only one of them was used to subdue the deputy patriarch, Zhao Tianliu. If no one saved him, Zhao Tianliu's head would be separated from his body in a moment. Zhao Tianliu's strength in the clan was second only to him. In other words, if the other party wanted to destroy this group of Nascent Soul cultivators, it would only take a moment. Destroying the Zhao Clan was not a lie.
"Stop!" Zhao Tianfang shouted.
"Patriarch!" The others' faces were filled with grief and indignation.
"I'll hand it over!" Zhao Tianfang stretched out his hand, and a fiery red ancient mirror floated in front of him and flew towards Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian waved his hand and withdrew the fire element illusion mirror. With a thought, the Green Wind Giant withdrew its saber and stood still in the void. He glared at Zhao Tianliu like a tiger watching its prey. If the situation was slightly off, he would immediately strike like a thunderbolt.
Zhao Tianliu's face was ashen as he looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh before handing over the Earth Illusion Mirror.
"And the item to activate the illusion mirror," Lu Xiaotian continued.
"Wait a moment." Although Lu Xiaotian had temporarily stopped, how could Zhao Tianfang have a pleasant expression when he had forced the Zhao clan to such an extent? He immediately gave a few instructions to a young man.
The young man turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the forest behind him. After about ten minutes, he came back with a storage bag.
Lu Xiaotian took the storage bag with a joyful expression. There were four portions of black metal-like liquid inside, and each portion could be used twice. It was enough for him to activate the remaining five illusion mirrors.
"This decisive battle between the Ghost Clan and the Devil Clan is an unavoidable responsibility of the Human Clan. Your Zhao clan has been hiding here for generations. It's unrealistic to want to stay out of this. The other branch of the Zhao clan is called Hu Zuo, and it's not tolerated by the Human Clan. After the battle, it will be settled. If you still want to continue your bloodline, it's best to immediately organize your people and go to the battle. Otherwise, I'll let your Zhao clan go today. In the future, the Zhao clan won't be able to escape the calamity that follows. "Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng had already put away the Eighteen Golden Men and floated away.
Zhao Tianfang was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Patriarch!" A group of Nascent Soul cultivators surrounded Zhao Tianfang, who was on the verge of collapse.
"Pass down the order. Organize the people in the clan and prepare to go to war against the Ghost Clan!" Zhao Tianfang was not seriously injured. It was just that the two inheritance mirrors in the clan were forcefully taken away. He was so angry that he had such an unforeseen event.
"Patriarch, have you really decided?" In comparison, Zhao Tianliu's situation was slightly worse. Just now, he forcefully resisted the Green Wind Giant and consumed a lot of his magic power. At this moment, he was almost exhausted.
"That silver-haired cultivator was right. If the Zhao clan doesn't contribute to the battle with the Ghost Clan, we'll definitely be abandoned by the Human Clan. The Spiritual Mound Secret Realm will be open for a long time this time. The Zhao clan can no longer be isolated from the world. The other branch of the Zhao clan has been doing evil for many years. If we don't do anything, this debt will also be counted on us. The Zhao clan has already lost the inheritance mirrors. We can't lose the space for survival in the future. "Zhao Tianfang waved his hand weakly.
In a valley, eighteen golden men surrounded him. Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged under the protection of the eighteen golden men. In the distance, Xiang Qingcheng stood on a mountain top and looked at Lu Xiaotian, who was sitting cross-legged.
Lu Xiaotian opened his palm and took out the black metal-like liquid that he had forcibly asked for from the Wu Yu Clan. He stretched out his hand and five gray stones formed by the illusion mirrors appeared. They looked ordinary. If they were thrown on the ground, even Lu Xiaotian would only think that they were ordinary stones. But who would have thought that these seemingly ordinary stones were actually the inheritance mirrors of the Zhao clan?
Before leaving the ice cave, Lu Xiaotian had already refined the Primordial Spirit of the Old Monster Bi Toad. Now, besides his daily cultivation, he had nothing else to do. Taking advantage of the rare peace before the great war, it was the right time to refine the seven illusion mirrors.
Lu Xiaotian smeared the black metal-like liquid on one of the gray stones. His Divine Sense penetrated the liquid and easily penetrated into the gray stone.
Amidst a light cheer, a vigorous green vitality was emitted from the grey stone.
Through this vigorous vitality, Lu Xiaotian seemed to be able to feel a boundless forest, full of greenery. This boundless forest was both real and illusory. At first glance, it was vivid and lifelike. But when he touched it, it turned into an illusion.
Wood element illusion mirror!
Lu Xiaotian smirked and continued to refine the second illusion mirror.
Metal element illusion mirror, followed by earth, fire, and the last water mirror. Lu Xiaotian's body suddenly emitted rays of light. Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth rings gathered outside. Inside, two strange lights twisted and intertwined, making people unable to see clearly. From these ancient mirrors, Lu Xiaotian could feel a long-lost cheer.
Xiang Qingcheng, who had been meditating on the mountain top for several days, suddenly opened his eyes. He felt an unprecedented powerful aura, both real and illusory, spread out in all directions with Lu Xiaotian as the center.
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