his furnace for alchemy was probably more than other alchemists in decades combined. After all, even cultivating Ziling Grass in Lingtian took a year to harvest once. It was impossible for him to con...Now the Scorpion Wolf Ghost King had none of the dignity befitting a mid-stage Ghost King. His most mysterious attack, which even Grand Cultivators found difficult to detect easily, was rendered utterly useless before this silver-haired human. He had once used this technique to injure a late-stage Ghost King, but here, under the scrutiny of this human, it was nothing more than a joke. He should have known better than to harbor any sliver of hope.
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The Scorpion Wolf Ghost King was filled with hatred. He didn't even bother to care that the Scorpion Wolf Invisibility Needle, his trump card, was restrained by the Vermillion Fire and couldn't be retracted for a moment. If he didn't leave now, not only would this powerful ghost weapon be lost, but his life would be in danger here as well.
The Scorpion King roared, his form revealed. There was no need to hide anymore. A faint wisp of smoke emanated from his near-transparent body as his speed surged. He didn't rush towards the shell within the Fire Thunder Domain, but instead charged towards the scorpion tail still locked in battle with the ethereal sword formation.
Whether it's the wolf head or the scorpion tail, they are all places where he can store his soul. Although losing a part would lead to a significant loss of power, it wouldn't be fatal. Right now, defeating Lu Xiaoteng has become a distant hope. The Scorpion Wolf Ghost King is only thinking about how to survive.
Just when the Scorpion Wolf Ghost King wanted to merge with Scorpion Tail, several light sword beams slashed over, scaring the Scorpion Wolf Ghost King. He hurriedly dodged, only then realizing that the ethereal sword array had already suppressed Scorpion Tail, blocking the surrounding space. If he wanted to merge with Scorpion Tail, he had to first break through the sword array's blockade. But in his current state, head-on confrontation with the sword array's power would lead to his demise in the blink of an eye.
Now, the thought of returning to his scorpion-wolf ghost king's body made him shiver. In Lu Xiaoteng's hand was a thunder bead of lightning fire, a formidable weapon that had put him on guard. He didn't know how many such thunder beads Lu Xiaoteng possessed.
With a resounding clang, Lu Xiaoteng didn't give the Scorpion King Ghost much time to hesitate. The latter was flustered and indecisive. Under his predicament, the other Ghost King realm experts couldn't immediately intervene. Initially, the Scorpion King Ghost had confidence, believing that his multiple scorpion tails could withstand the onslaught of Lu Xiaoteng's ethereal sword formation. However, now panic-stricken and disoriented, his combat effectiveness was significantly diminished. A slight lapse in defense allowed Lu Xiaoteng's sharp flying sword to sever one of his scorpion tails.
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With the ethereal sword formation's strike proving successful, the heavily injured Scorpion Tail could no longer hold on. Several shrill and piercing cries rang out as each of Scorpion Tail's limbs were severed by the flying swords.
The Scorpion Wolf Demon King let out a mournful wail, the outcome of this battle was no longer in doubt. To linger even for a moment would mean not only risking his physical body but also the very possibility of his soul being extinguished. Especially now that the opponent's ethereal sword formation had fully freed itself. Unless another mid-stage Ghost King arrived to challenge it, there was no hope of stopping this incredibly sharp and ruthless sword array.
The Ghost King Xielang didn't cultivate ghost infants, but rather this art of controlling spirit ghosts. A wisp of blue smoke emanated from the spirit ghost, and as it consumed its source energy, it flew dozens of miles away.
Lu Xia Tian let out a breath, collecting the severed limbs of this Scorpion Wolf Ghost King and planning to investigate them later.
...At this time, the Nascent Soul cultivators of both humans and ghosts were fighting fiercely. Some ghost powerhouses had fallen, while others had been killed. The battle between the great cultivators and the late-stage ghost kings was still raging. However, when they briefly shifted their attention to Lu Xia Tian's side, they couldn't help but be astonished. This was the third one! In this earth-shattering battle today, this was already the third Ghost King Realm expert who had fallen into Lu Xia Tian's hands! There was no trickery involved.
“Below the Great Cultivator, this person is enough to rival any top expert in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!” At this moment, both the Ghost Race and the Human Race had this thought in their minds. They were fighting fiercely at the same time, none of them was injured, and looking at Lu Xiaofeng’s face, there was no sign of his mana being exhausted.
In fact, Lu Xia Tian himself knew the specific situation well. After all, he had slain two mid-stage Ghost Kings in a row, and there was some luck involved. The former was due to the Brahma's True Fire, and the latter to the True Illusion Ice Pupils. Otherwise, even if he had managed to barely escape the Scorpion Snake Ghost King's ambush, he would have inevitably been seriously injured.
And right now, after slaying several Ghost Kings, his magical power has been significantly depleted. Facing other Ghost Kings again would undoubtedly be risky. Meanwhile, the fierce battle between Soul Pixiu and the Ghost Ape King raged from the sky to the ground, having already collapsed dozens of mountains, shaking heaven and earth. But that's all there is to it.
Seeing the Soul-Devouring Pixiu looking quite disheveled, Lu Xia Tian's heart tightened. Even if he killed a few more Ghost King Realm powerhouses, once the Soul-Devouring Pixiu was defeated, the battle situation would still be instantly reversed by the Ghost Race. Lu Xia Tian's eyes swept over the battlefield, which had become a chaotic mess.
Countless ghost apes were still desperately fighting the fireballs emitted by the Nine Suns Annihilation Array, countless ghost apes being burned to ashes. From time to time, a fireball was also extinguished.
Above the city of Wan Yue, the Azure Sun Blood Drum pounded with endless killing intent and desolation. A dozen nascent soul cultivators around the drum, one after another, turned into nothingness, leaving only the drumbeat and the singing of the Great Wilderness song, echoing in everyone's heart.
In the far distance, ten white bone, sky-high gears are still rotating slowly under the pull of the bone chain. The ghost monkey teleportation gate opened by the great formation is still continuously sending out ghost monkeys.
Wen Changyun, now deep within the formation, seemed to have fallen under its restrictions, unable to move freely. Even the usually composed Wen Changyun felt a surge of impatience as he struggled within the formation's confines.His sharp golden disc struck against the thick bone chains with all his might, attempting to halt the rotation of the White Bone Gear and disrupt the Ten Directions Vajra Wheel Formation. However, the chains seemed impervious to harm. Even Wen Changyun, a powerful late-stage cultivator, found his attack easily deflected, unable to inflict even the slightest damage.
Wen Changyun struck again and again with his golden wheel, his attention shifting to the White Bone Heaven-Reaching Gear. He attacked several times, but still failed to achieve his goal. The immense force of the formation's counter shockwave made Wen Changyun feel a pang of fear.
Even Wen Changyun came away empty-handed. When he tried to leave the battlefield, he found himself surrounded by a thick miasma of ghostly energy. No matter how he flitted about, when he stopped, he was always encircled by those slowly rotating white bone gears that reached for the sky. Now, not only could he not break out of the formation, but even leaving it was impossible! At this moment, Wen Changyun, this great cultivator, finally changed color.
A figure flashed before his eyes. Wen Changyun, consumed by anger, was about to strike the other down. But Bo Shi suddenly came to his senses. The other's aura was completely different from ghostly energy, and there was even a hint of familiarity. He hastily retracted his attack. When he saw Lu Xiaoteng's figure, his face immediately lit up with joy, "Lu Daoist friend, it is you! How did you also enter the formation"
After defeating his opponent and with nothing else to do, Lu Xia Tian thought about entering the arena to see what was going on. "Have you gained anything, Wen Dao You" As soon as Lu Xia Tian entered the arena, he saw that Wen Changyun was about to attack him. Ye took a jump and was about to speak to stop him, but unexpectedly, Wen Changyun reacted quickly as well, withdrawing his hand before he could utter a word. Lu Xia Tian had already seen Wen Changyun's skills before, and in his current state, he was still no match for this powerful cultivator.
"To be honest, although I have some knowledge of formations, I'm utterly helpless against this ghostly formation. Not to mention breaking it, even trying to get out is like a headless fly buzzing around." Wen Changyun heard Lu Xiaitian's question and gave a wry smile. However, he was surprised by the ice pupil between Lu Xiaitian's brows, which stood erect, radiating cold air, "Lu Daoist, what kind of secret technique or treasure is this ice pupil It's truly extraordinary. Could it be possible to break through the mysteries of this formation"ly patient at first, both sides seemed to be testing each other's endurance, waiting for the other to crack.Lu Xiaoteng stayed in the Chiyue Desert for six years. During those six years, there were co...