Ye Ziyu was also not used to this place filled with Devil Qi. After cultivating for a while, Lu Xiaotian also started to refine the green veil. Magic treasures used in fights of magical powers needed to be nurtured for a long time before they could unleash their full power. This kind of auxiliary magic treasure was not so complicated.
After the initial refinement, Lu Xiaotian would be able to use it. It was just that he would not be so familiar with using this magic treasure at the beginning. However, Lu Xiaotian believed that as time passed, this green veil would become an excellent treasure for concealment.
The two of them left the simple cave and returned. They deliberately avoided many devils along the way. With Lu Xiaotian's current strength, it was naturally possible to avoid some trouble. Of course, although the Tyrant Demon Clan was the world of the devils, in this world, the devils were not stronger than the humans. After all, only a small part of the pyramid could cultivate to the Body Integration Realm. Those below the Body Integration Realm were naturally not worth Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu, two Body Integration Realm experts, to avoid and waste time.
"Roar …" In the distance, five flood dragons that were more than ten feet long were rolling in the air. Their auras were not weak. They were fighting fiercely with a Black-armored Demon Lion opposite them. On the other side, a woman in a blue dress with a dignified face was controlling dozens of lancets and devil blades. They buzzed in the air like locusts and were fighting fiercely with a Black-armored Demon Lion that was slightly weaker.
The Black-armored Demon Lion relied on its extremely high defense to rampage all the way. However, the dignified woman and the red-haired old man who controlled the five-colored flood dragons were not easy to deal with. The five-colored flood dragons cooperated with each other very closely. The Black-armored Demon Lion looked fierce, but in fact, it was unable to break through the five-colored flood dragons' encirclement. The five flood dragons' sharp claws kept scratching the Black-armored Demon Lion's body. Clang, clang, clang. The sound of metal hitting stone was heard.
After fighting for a while, the Black-armored Demon Lion's fierce eyes showed some panic. It wanted to break out of the encirclement, but the red-haired old man was not willing to let it do as it wished. The five-colored flood dragons' encirclement was getting tighter and tighter. With a cracking sound, the Black Armored Demonic Lion's incomparably hard demonic armor reached its limit and shattered like a mirror. The Five-colored Demonic Flood Dragons pounced over and pierced through their bodies.
The Black Armored Demonic Lion, which was still struggling fiercely, suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground.
On the other side, the dignified woman was slightly weaker. Although she had the upper hand against the smaller Black Armored Demonic Lion, she still needed some time to kill it.
"Sister, the pride is about to return. Let me help you." The red-haired old man in his fifties let out a strange cry. Taking advantage of the dignified woman trapping the slightly smaller demonic lion, the Five-Colored Demon Flood Dragon suddenly transformed into a giant staff and smashed it toward the head of the demonic lion with peerless might.
The smaller demonic lion was shocked. It spat out a black gas from its mouth and held the five-color giant rod. At this time, the dozens of willow leaf flying knives controlled by the dignified woman also combined and formed several giant blades that intertwined with the black armored demonic lion's weak points. In the blink of an eye, the demonic lion was cut into several pieces.
"Roar …" A few lion roars rose and fell in the distance. "These thick-skinned animals came so quickly. Sister, let's go." The red-haired old man had a big red cloak fluttering behind him. When he heard the lions' roars, he quickly gathered the Black Armored Demonic Lion's body and turned to leave with the dignified woman. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the mountains in the distance.
"I say, can you change your cloak? It's so red that it's hard for those demonic creatures to not see it." The dignified woman could not help but complain about the red-haired old man in his fifties. There was always a faint lion roar behind them.
"Sister Feng, you don't understand. This cloak has been with me for so many years, and I've developed feelings for it. Those simple-minded fellows with well-developed limbs can't catch up with us. Don't you think it's exciting? "The red-haired old man in his fifties chuckled.
"Exciting, my foot. If you want excitement, go find those demonic lions. If it weren't for … I wouldn't care about you. " The dignified woman thought about how this fellow would have a headache whenever she mentioned the past. She swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
As the dignified woman spoke, she suddenly saw the two people in front of her. Her body trembled, and she looked at each other in disbelief. Then, she was overjoyed. "Brother Lu, Brother Lu, Miss Qiao!"
"Fellow Daoist Feng Ling, it's been many years. It seems that your situation is not bad. "Lu Xiaotian smiled when he saw Feng Ling. Meeting an old friend in a foreign land was a great joy in life. Moreover, in this world, he did not have many old friends.
Lu Xiaotian's gaze shifted to the red-haired old man in his fifties, Xiang Kuo, who was not far from Feng Ling. The old man had a puzzled expression, and his eyes were no longer as familiar as before. However, the big red cloak behind him was still as cool as ever. Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu had noticed Feng Ling and Xiang Kuo for a while. When they saw that the two of them had the upper hand in the battle with the Black-armored Demonic Lion, they did not interfere. Instead, they waited for them on their way back.
"Brother Lu, Brother Lu, you know about it?" Feng Ling's mind was sharp. When she saw that Lu Xiaotian only greeted her, she guessed that Lu Xiaotian already knew about Xiang Kuo's situation. Otherwise, with Lu Xiaotian's friendship with Xiang Kuo, he would not have acted so indifferently when they met. Ye Ziyu, who was in front of him, was also looking at him in surprise.
Lu Xiaotian nodded. Xiang Kuo's eyes were full of suspicion. How could he not know? It seemed that Xiang Kuo and Ye Ziyu had also lost their memories. However, it was good that they were still alive. Now that they had cultivated to the late stage of the Divine Illusionary Realm, this speed could not be considered slow. However, what surprised Lu Xiaotian was that he did not expect Xiang Kuo to have also turned to the Devil Path. It seemed that after losing his memories, he had another encounter.
Originally, Lu Xiaotian was a little annoyed that Wu Changlian could escape so well. However, when he met Feng Ling and Xiang Kuo, he suddenly felt that this trip was not in vain. Otherwise, if he were to look for them alone, who knows how long it would take him to find out about them?
"Fellow Daoist Feng Ling, you know me? How do you know my previous name? "
"Sister Feng, you have a relationship with this Lu guy? I've never heard you mention it before. "Xiang Kuo scratched his ear and said.
"Does Fellow Daoist Feng Ling have to tell you everything about everyone she knows?" Hearing this, Lu Xiaotian smiled. Although he had lost his memories, it seemed that a leopard could not change its spots. Xiang Kuo was still the Xiang Kuo of the past after all. Then, he looked at Ye Ziyu and said, "Fellow Daoist Feng Ling and I were very close in the past. She has seen you once or twice."
Ye Ziyu glanced at Lu Xiaotian suspiciously. She felt that Lu Xiaotian was not telling the truth. However, she trusted Lu Xiaotian completely. Since Lu Xiaotian was not willing to say more, Ye Ziyu did not ask further.
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