Chapter 1242: Apprehension

cultivators on Qingyue Peak. One of them was a tall and strong male cultivator with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The red cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, very eye-catching. 。The other person w...Seeing these thirteen Qingyang Soul-Burning Nails, Lu Xiaoteng's heart flashed with a strange feeling. It seemed that the blue-robed cultivator really regarded him as a ghost cultivator. This Shadowless Ghost Robe was truly extraordinary, and in the future, it would also be a good cover, easily allowing hostile cultivators to misjudge him.

Misjudging an opponent with equal or greater cultivation could be fatal, especially when two others are watching closely from the side.

Before the blue-robed monk could react, the ghost cultivator in the straw cloak reached out. A silver armor enveloped his hand at a speed visible to the naked eye. With just a casual reach into the void, he captured several Azure Yang Soul Nails in his palm. Then, a pagoda that was the size of a sesame seed suddenly enlarged dozens or hundreds of times, plummeting from above his head.

"Not a Ghost Cultivator!" The middle-aged man in blue was startled. The other party's attack carried pure and majestic energy, with not a shred of Ghost Clan or their aura. That seemingly ghostly energy was merely a layer of disguise.

Qingyang's blazing soul needles were completely ineffective. Not only did they fail to harm the opponent, but several of them were even caught by his bare hands. The other needles were either deflected by the opponent's pagoda or easily dodged by this seemingly ghost cultivator.

Caught off guard, the middle-aged man in blue once again brandished a crimson flame-ascending vine banner. He held it upright before his eyes, and the blazing red jewel at the center of the banner flared, unleashing a crimson light that instantly enveloped Lu Xiaoteng's Demon Suppression Tower.

For a moment, the Demon Suppressing Tower seemed to hesitate in mid-air, creating a slight opening in Lu Xia Tian's attack. The middle-aged man in blue robes seized this opportunity. As the Demon Suppressing Tower paused, he rolled his crimson banner, and his entire being merged with the red flag, transforming into a dazzling scarlet light. The red dot was as sharp as a needle, making one's eyes ache.

"To be able to stand toe-to-toe with a powerful Corpse Poison Heron, you indeed have some skills," the green-eyed elder and the Yin-Yang Limping Demon both let out muffled grunts. Lu Xia Tian knew that these two were probably in a similar situation to him. Since this crimson banner was a masculine object, it had a greater impact on the green-eyed elder and the Yin-Yang Limping Demon.

"True Illusion Ice Pupils!" Within his dantian, the Dharma Pearl whirled, a surge of icy power shot straight to his brow. On Lu Xiaoxiao's wide forehead, an upright, crystal-clear ice pupil suddenly appeared, and as it opened, the glaring red light that was impossible to look at instantly dimmed.

At a glance, one could see a crimson banner enveloping the blue-robed middle-aged man who had already broken through the encirclement of three people. There was a hint of triumph on his face, as if he intended to leave. Unexpectedly, a flash of firelight appeared, and before the blue-robed middle-aged man could escape far, the fake ghost cultivator, who should have been left behind by him, reappeared strangely in front of him. The pagoda flew again.

The man in blue was startled. He knew that this red banner couldn't trap three powerful cultivators at the same time, at least it could give him a chance to escape some distance, but who knew that this seemingly ghostly cultivator would react so quickly. Just as he wanted to run away, he was stopped by the other party.

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"Your crimson banner is quite good, but it will belong to me from now on." Lu Xia Tian said softly, taking advantage of the Zhen Yao Tower pushing back the middle-aged man in blue. He stretched out his hand and a blood-colored qi shaped like a python roared forward, coiling around the crimson banner.

The middle-aged man in blue gritted his teeth, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the red banner. Suddenly, the red banner shone brightly again, and the blood energy that was wrapped around it was directly shattered into pieces. However, there was no joy on the face of the middle-aged man in blue. Although he had broken the blood energy, the other party's strange and unpredictable methods made him extremely uncomfortable.

In the past, Lu Xia Tian had fought against Xiang Kuang countless times within the Black Prison. Adding to that were opponents he'd faced throughout his journey, and Lu Xia Tian gradually began to truly unleash the power of his cultivation in attacks instead of primarily using it for defense as most cultivators did. This attack didn't involve the spiritual essence of a demonic beast but was a display of pure combat strength achieved through techniques similar to those of demon clans. Although Lu Xia Tian was only a tenth-rank body cultivator and still inferior to the middle-stage Nascent Soul expert in blue robes, his power was undeniable.

Lu Xiaoteng's attack methods were varied, but they made it incredibly difficult for those who fought him. After all, facing two completely different types of attacks at the same time was a huge challenge. If the opponent was slightly stronger than Lu Xiaoteng, it might be manageable, but the blue-robed middle-aged man was actually weaker than Lu Xiaoteng, making it even more difficult to cope.

Just as the man in blue broke Lu Xiaoteng's blood python form, a grayish-white wave enveloped him.

A grayish-white wave of light exploded, inside were several ferocious ox-headed demons with bared teeth biting onto the blue-robed middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man in blue screamed, a withered hand already thrust directly into his dantian.

Lu Xiaotian's eyes turned cold, and the Town Demon Tower was directly pressed towards the green-eyed old man.

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"Mistake, mistake. This fellow's methods are indeed quite impressive. The old man was also worried about him pulling another stunt, so he took such drastic measures. He has somewhat forgotten what the friend had said before." The green-eyed elder took a hit from the Town Demon Tower, sliding backwards several meters. Seeing the tower's brilliant light intensify, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he quickly spoke up.

“That’s best.” Lu Xia Tian retracted the Town Demon Pagoda and snapped his fingers, sending out several Soul-binding Nets to block the escaping Nascent Soul of the blue-robed middle-aged man. With his other hand, he grasped at empty space, not waiting for the green-eyed elder and the Yin Yang limping monster’s agreement, directly grabbing the red banner in his palm.

The green-eyed old man's eyes flashed, and he exchanged a glance with the Yin Yang Lame Foot monster. Both of them weren't fools; they could see that this red banner almost made them both nearly lose their way. It was an extraordinary treasure. Although it didn't match their own techniques, the actions of this fake ghost cultivator in front of them might not be useless to the other party. Although they had captured the blue-clad middle-aged man, their fear of Lu Xiaoteng had reached a considerable level. Just now, the two of them were indeed following the path of the blue-clad middle-aged man. Although they could still protect themselves for a while, their attacks were weak. They thought that the blue-clad middle-aged man would find a way to escape, but they never expected that he would be blocked by Lu Xiaoteng, this fake ghost cultivator. Judging from the way the two of them fought, even if the two of them didn't make a move, the blue-clad middle-aged man would probably not escape the methods of this fake ghost cultivator.

Lu Xia Tian wouldn't care what these two were thinking at this moment. The alliance between the three of them was temporary after all. With Chi Ban in the lead, he naturally couldn't give up. Watching it fall into the hands of the other two…

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While the Yin-Yang Limping Monster and the Green-Eyed Old Man were in turmoil, Lu Xia Tian flicked his finger in the void. The gray net that had enveloped the blue-clad middle-aged Yuan Ying was then pulled over by Lu Xia Tian. He reached out and grabbed it, and the Yuan Ying vanished.

Lu Xiaitian's eyes held a hint of joy. With this Nascent Soul, he now had three usable Nascent Souls in his hands. This blue-clothed middle-aged man was a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator, and the wind envoy from the Xiao family was even better among the Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivators. Even the Nascent Soul of the Changning County King was slightly inferior. Three Nascent Souls could be used effectively.

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The Blood Cauldron Demon Array has been weakened ever since the battle with the three-headed snake demon Biqiong. Now that it has regained its power, it is once again a force to be reckoned with. This ancient tomb is also restless, and if we could capture one or two more souls, it would be even better.

(Sānqī Chinese)ty. Its imposing aura pressed down, and demonic flames soared into the sky.Xiang Qingcheng raised her willow-like eyebrows, extended her left hand, and a sword bangle flew out. Countless sword qi shot...