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Chapter 2247

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"Brother Lu, these green ropes are very strange." Ye Ziyu also realized that something was amiss.

"These green ropes come from underground." While Lu Xiaotian was using his flying swords to chop at the green ropes, he was also doing his best to search for possible enemies. These green ropes didn't have much of a unique aura, so there must be someone or something demonic controlling them from behind. But to Lu Xiaotian's disappointment, he still couldn't find the other party's location. The only thing he found was that these green ropes in the air seemed to have a faint connection with the lotus pond and the underground.

Lu Xiaotian couldn't be completely sure. Everything that was happening in front of him was really strange. Lu Xiaotian's divine sense moved, and the Ethereal Flying Swords split into eight in the air. Each of them blocked the green ropes that were madly sweeping at them and tried to chop at the ground. The originally orderly green ropes suddenly went berserk.

Lu Xiaotian's eyes focused, and the Ethereal Flying Swords sped up again. Before the green ropes could completely react, a sharp sword-light flashed past. Under the Lunar Spring Lotus Pond, the originally tranquil pond water suddenly began to churn. One or two of the green ropes snapped in response. At this moment, the long ropes that were dancing in the air suddenly lost their vitality and fell from the sky. The other green ropes pounced at them like mad tigers.

Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. He ignored the green ropes that were sweeping towards him. As long as he could break their foundation, these seemingly fierce and troublesome green ropes would no longer be a threat. Using the Ethereal Flying Swords to break their foundation was the most suitable. Without the Ethereal Flying Swords, Lu Xiaotian's main body wouldn't be easily bullied.

Ye Ziyu followed suit and controlled the flying swords that were even fiercer than Lu Xiaotian's to fall to the ground. The sound of swords humming could be heard.

If these green ropes didn't have any other tricks up their sleeves, Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu would be able to break free in the blink of an eye.

However, Lu Xiaotian's expression did not relax in the slightest. In the lotus pond, a huge white lotus was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The white lotus blossomed, revealing a middle-aged man with a dignified face and an expressionless face. His appearance was exactly the same as that of the Lord Yap, Chihiro Yeh, who had died hundreds of years ago.

"Father, how did this happen?" Ye Ziyu looked at the Lord Yap, who should have been dead for hundreds of years, in disbelief.

"Lotus Clone!" Lu Xiaotian's expression was incomparably ugly at this time. He was knowledgeable and had traveled in this world for so long. He had heard of some ancient legends. It was rumored that there was a type of Asparagus Nether Lotus that seized the good fortune of heaven and earth, and could be used to refine an external incarnation. It could not be mentioned in the same breath as Lu Xiaotian's Sword Embryo Transformation and Phantom Spirit Doppelganger. Regardless of whether it was the Sword Embryo Transformation or the Phantom Spirit Doppelganger, they had to be within the range of Lu Xiaotian's domain. If they were too far away, they would become trees without roots, and Lu Xiaotian would not be able to replenish their Dharmic powers. If they fought with others, especially cultivators of the same level, it was inevitable that they would run out of Dharmic powers.

Regardless of whether it was demons, demons, humans, or ghosts. Even if there were other methods to refine clones, each method had its own merits. However, clones were consumables. They would even bring a certain burden to cultivation. Only this Lotus Clone, once refined, would be like the original body. It could also cultivate and recover on its own. It was no different from an ordinary person.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, who looked like the Lord Yap, Lu Xiaotian suddenly thought of the Fire Cloud Monster, who originally only had a pair of eyeballs left.

It was no wonder that the Fire Cloud Monster would come to the Star Domain. It turned out that it was looking for an opportunity to reconstruct its body. If it were Lu Xiaotian himself, he would not mention a peerless treasure like the Suan Nether Lotus to the Fire Cloud Monster at all.

The middle-aged man, who looked exactly like Ye Cheng, looked at Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu with an expressionless face and finally smiled. "Not bad, not bad. In less than a thousand years, you actually grew to this extent. You even devoured a few Body Integration Realm Sword Embryos of the same level."

The middle-aged man looked at Lu Xiaotian with even more interest. "Especially you. You're merely at the early-stage Body Integration Realm, but you actually discovered the flaw of my Lotus Stem Spirit Whip. As expected of someone who has cultivated multiple auxiliary Essence Souls. The strength of your Essence Soul and the profoundness of your cultivation mystic technique can be said to be unprecedented among people of the same level. "

"Your methods are ruthless, and your shrewdness is also something I've never seen before in my life. It seems like you're just a clone like the Lord Yap. "Lu Xiaotian was also sizing up the middle-aged man at that moment. His fear stemmed from the unknown. Lu Xiaotian was constantly on guard against possible dangers and the way in which they might appear. Naturally, he had a greater psychological burden. Now that he understood the cause and effect of the matter and looked at the middle-aged man again, his previous worries and worries were all put down.

There was no need to think too much about the situation before him. It was just a battle. If he won, he would live. If he lost, he would die. Lu Xiaotian yearned for life and was not afraid of death. Along the way, Lu Xiaotian had faced too many enemies who were far more powerful than him. In the face of these powerful enemies, any cowardice or fear would only invite ridicule. It would not be of any help.

With that thought in mind, an unyielding and fearless aura surged from Lu Xiaotian's body.

"Not bad, not bad. In terms of the strength of your Essence Soul, even I am inferior. As expected of the effort I put in to lure you here. The Lord Yap is just a failed clone. Being buried in the Inferno Demon Golden Flames will only recover a portion of his spiritual energy. Even if I don't arrange for his death, his clone will be exhausted. "The middle-aged man saw the aura on Lu Xiaotian's face and the smile on his face deepened.

The middle-aged man extended his hand and a transparent light barrier enveloped a small sword that was a few inches long. The small sword looked to be only a few feet long and was completely black. However, to the naked eye, it looked like a bottomless abyss. That abyss could devour everything.

"Abyss Swallowing Sword Art!" Lu Xiaotian was extremely moved. Logically speaking, the Abyss Swallowing Sword Art was not ranked high among the many sword arts. However, when the middle-aged man used it, it had an aura that seemed to be able to swallow the heavens and spit out the earth.

"There are indeed differences in sword arts. However, at the end of the cultivation, it depends on how many sword embryos you can devour. As long as you can devour enough sword embryos, you can learn from their strengths to make up for your weaknesses. Any sword embryo can be cultivated to an unfathomable level. Even the bottom-ranked Abyss Swallowing Sword can devour the heavens and the earth, as well as the sun and the moon. "As the middle-aged man spoke, he extended his left hand. At that moment, although the small black sword in his hand was small, under the slight suction, it was like a gigantic beast devouring. The Ethereal Flying Sword that was originally slashing towards the bottom of the lotus pond seemed to have lost control of itself. It slowly moved towards the small black sword in the middle-aged man's hand.

Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu tried their best to control their Ethereal Flying Sword, but it was as if they were pulling a stubborn donkey.

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