s not in directly fighting cultivators, but in its control over the sub-gu. Once countless sub-gu attach to Lu Xiaoteng's body, they will inevitably affect him. If they enter his body, this battle wil...If Lu Xia Tian heard the conversation between these two clay figurine puppets at this moment, he would probably be very surprised. He had disguised himself with some makeup, but he still couldn't hide from the eyes of these clay figurine puppets. The other party saw through his disguise at a glance and didn't make a sound.

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"Threats or bribes What benefits could we offer to persuade the other side, or are we saying that with the two of us joining forces, we could easily secure that silver-haired boy" Fu Xing countered, "If we poured all our remaining power into it, there might be some hope, but both of us are on the verge of collapse. What meaning would there be in capturing that silver-haired boy"

"It's been centuries since we last met, yet this is the first time I've heard about that puppet scroll. But it seems utterly useless." Fu Ding sighed deeply, his voice laced with frustration.

This silver-haired boy was only average in strength when he was at the bottom of Ji Xing Lake. Unexpectedly, after a hundred or so years, he has grown to such a level. Fu Xing did not speak to his companions beside him anymore. Since he had recognized Lu Xiaoteng's identity, he was not interested in what Lu Xiaoteng said about the puppet scroll, and Fu Xing naturally didn't believe it. Back then, in the one-yuan heavy water illusion array at the bottom of Ji Xing Lake, Lu Xiaoteng had used a sixth-order puppet.

It's just that using puppets and refining puppets are two different things, and the refinement of terracotta puppets is far beyond what ordinary puppet masters can achieve.

Of course, these things couldn't be said to Fu Ding, that hot-tempered fellow. Fu Xing had a feeling that this silver-haired youth would likely return to the Lan Mo Sea one day. After all, the spiritual energy on Qing Yu Continent was not as rich as in the Lan Mo Sea. The other party returning to Qing Yu Continent was probably just because of unfinished business, wanting to go further on the path of cultivation. Returning to the Lan Mo Sea would be a better choice.

Of course, all of this is also based on the premise that the two of them are unable to defeat him head-on. Otherwise, Fu Xing would not be so polite.

The desolate grassland was a patchwork of lush, fertile wild grasses and scattered gravel. Towering trees, though not very wide in area, dotted the landscape. Occasionally, giant beasts, some tens of feet tall, would lower their heads to graze on the grass, or a nimble giant demon leopard or lion would suddenly spring out, startling a horde of demons and sending them fleeing for their lives in a frenzy, desperate to escape the predator's clutches.

Only in such a rough place, several white storks flew in from afar, and the white storks let out extremely sharp cries in the air.

Several heavily dressed cultivators with fierce expressions stood atop the white crane. Each held a long spear in their hands.

The ground beasts, upon seeing the aerial mounts appear in the sky, once again fell into disarray. However, these former hunters showed no inclination to attack this time. Instead, their eyes gleamed with amusement as they watched the scattered group of cultivators on the ground.

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“These bastards, flaunting their power in the sky, treating us like livestock. I've had enough! Let's fight them head-on, a glorious death is better than this pathetic existence.” A powerfully built man with a shiny bald head gripped a long sword and glared furiously at the flying riders above.

"Big boss, you should say something! My brothers are treated like livestock by these foreigners every day. We're not killed, but we're driven to exhaustion." The bald man, Liu Jing Lei, looked at the woman beside him. She wore a skirt with blue patches and had a beautiful face that was both elegant and spirited.

"Shut up! We're looked down upon by the righteous cultivators of Wangyue Immortal World. After all this hard work to finally arrive at Tianqiong Realm, if we don't create a big splash, we'd die without any face."

The pretty girl, Miao Ruolin, shouted angrily, "It's better to live than to die. As long as we are alive, there is always hope. This damned Flying Cavalry tribe enslaves our Hei Ya Dong cultivators. If I don't vent my anger, I will die with regret. You, a man of seven feet, act just like a woman! When something happens, you blurt nonsense out. If you're tired of living, simply slash your own throat and find peace. Don't come in front of me and be so agitated."

The bald man, his face flushed red, clutched the sword in his hand and angrily turned away.

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More than ten other cultivators dispersed with sullen expressions, surrounding the five-tiered demonic horned horse that had only been injured by Wei.

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“The prisoners below, listen! If you don't catch enough food today, each of you will receive thirty lashes from the soul whip when we return!” The mounted warrior above looked down at the hunting crowd.

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Hearing the name "Whip of Soul Severance," all cultivators, including Miao Ruolin, shuddered involuntarily. They had finally infiltrated this Celestial Immortal Realm, but they were still discovered and captured, becoming prisoners. On their first day, they received a lashing from the Whip of Soul Severance. The pain that pierced their souls was undoubtedly the most agonizing experience they had ever endured. Anyone who has been lashed once will absolutely never want to experience it again.

That Soul-Whip could lash the Nascent Soul, and if struck too many times, even a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, let alone a Jindan ancestor, would suffer. If the Nascent Soul couldn't be nurtured back with spirit objects or elixirs, it would eventually weaken and die.

“Everyone, get up and stop messing around! We've reached a desperate situation. If we don't fight these guys, we're done for.” Miao Ruolin gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

"Master, there's someone lying on the ground over there."

Several people dispersed, carefully surrounding the fifth-order demonic horse. Although the demon beasts on this Tianqiong grassland were not of high realm, their bodies were massive and their natural strength was extremely powerful. Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't subdue it. Once the opponent escaped, a hard fight could very likely turn into nothing.

A young man with a round face suddenly spoke.

"Are you dead" Miao Ruolin asked.

"This grassland is inhabited by ferocious beasts. Apart from the Flying Cavalry tribe who come to hunt, it's rarely visited by humans. How could someone be alone on this grassland" Liu Jing Lei, the bald man, muttered in confusion.

"Could it be that they also came from that ghostly place, just like us"

"Be quiet! If the cultivators of the Heavenly Firmament Realm knew, we would be considered criminals of the Moon-Gazing Immortal Cultivation World." Miao Ruolin glared at Liu Jinglei.

Liu Jinglei hurriedly swallowed his words back, "Then what should we do about this kid"

Miao Ruolin didn't know what to do. Just as the few people were at a loss, the gray-faced young man on the ground opened his eyes and shook his head, somewhat dazed.

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This man was naturally Lu XiaTian, who had passed through the transmission array on Blood Gourd Island. As Lu XiaTian rode the transmission array, he suddenly felt that the transmission array seemed unstable, as if a large amount of turbulence was restraining the power of transmission. The void twisted for a moment, Lu XiaTian's eyes went dark, and he didn't know what happened. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying helplessly on the ground. Around him was flat land with blue sky and white clouds. In the distance were fields of lush grass as tall as people.

Instead of being transported to that underground palace, Lu Xiaoteng ended up in this strange place. After sorting out his thoughts, he could initially determine that the teleportation formation had indeed malfunctioned. The surrounding spiritual energy was a notch lower compared to the Blue Demon Sea Region, and there were also several astonishing cultivators nearby.ain this great dragon.""What are we going to do" Xinhong frowned."We can only take things one step at a time. The distance to the revival of our sect's glory is still tens of thousands of miles away....