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第一千四百五十三章 路遇故人

Of course, he didn't entirely believe such guesses. How could the mad race of demons reach this level of cultivation?

Either it was due to some kind of stimulation.

It couldn't be denied that Tian Xiao Jiao was a very smart person; his conjecture actually hit the mark.

Unfortunately, even if he had guessed correctly at this moment, there would be no reward. The key was how to resolve the current predicament.

"Junior disciple pays respects to Senior friend. May I ask what brings you here? If there are any instructions, junior disciple will do my best to fulfill them..."

Tian Xiaojian spoke with a respectful expression and a smile that radiated warmth, but his heart was filled with extreme caution. According to the rules of the Separation Realm, even though he and the other party were at different stages, they should still be on equal footing. However, at this moment, he deliberately lowered his stance.

As the saying goes, one doesn't strike a smiling face. What difference did it make if he called himself junior? As long as he could resolve the current crisis...

Unfortunately, this calculation was destined to have no use.

Wan Jiao Wang had already been fuming after dealing with Lin Xuan and had no mood for idle chatter. He just wanted to kill Tian Xiaojian out of spite.

"Save your words. Since you're a human cultivator who met me, it's your bad luck. I will strip the bones from your flesh..."

Wan Jiao Wang's voice was incredibly low, filled with boundless resentment. Before he could finish speaking, his body was enveloped in intense light and dark energy, rushing towards Tian Xiaojian.

"You...!"

Tian Xiaojian was both shocked and angry. Could this guy really be mad? But facing a late-stage Separation Realm cultivator, he had no time to think. He struck his head and a simple-looking immortal sword emerged from it.

The sword's light flickered, accompanied by eerie ghostly cries. After centuries of refinement, the power of the Yumeng Shuixin Sword was formidable.

Wan Jiao Wang paid no heed. Dark energy transformed into a huge blood mouth with extremely sharp teeth, biting fiercely at Tian Xiaojian.

"Quick!" A hint of ferocity flashed across Tian Xiaojian's face as he dispelled his earlier respectful demeanor. He focused intently and sent a spell to the Yumeng Shuixin Sword.

The sword instantly grew in size, reaching dozens of feet long, its light glaring intensely as it slashed at the dark energy monster's face.

Boom!

The explosion echoed through Tian Xiaojian's ears, intertwining the dark energy with阴wind.

At this moment, a flash of light revealed Lin Xuan appearing more than ten million miles away.

With his cautious nature, he had already summoned the Black Gold Dragon Armor Shield. With a mental command, the Green Flame Qilin Armor appeared on him as well.

With these two layers of protection, even if there was danger at the teleportation array, it wouldn't be a big issue.

Although Lin Xuan was now in the Separation Realm, he still felt dizzy after completing the transmission. But at this moment, he had no time to care about such things. Before the dizziness faded, his left hand flicked a finger, and a sword energy appeared, splitting the teleportation array in two.

This naturally rendered the array ineffective. No matter how powerful Wan Jiao Wang was, he could only stare helplessly.

Then Lin Xuan looked around, beginning to observe his surroundings.

To his surprise, he had been teleported to a cave. The surrounding walls were grayish and uneven, with nothing else in sight.

Lin Xuan let out a sigh of relief; he had managed to avoid danger.

However, before this thought could fully form, the sound of fighting reached his ears.

His face darkened. Could it be that he was just escaping one tiger only to fall into another?

But then Lin Xuan burst into laughter.

He wasn't an easily manipulated cultivator; why should he be afraid?

Closing his eyes, he released a powerful sense of awareness.

About five or six hundred miles away, the air was filled with煞气. The battle was intense, and there was only one person on one side—late-stage元婴 cultivators. On the other side were three others: an early and mid-stage元婴 cultivator who were fighting against the late-stage cultivator.

Their strength wasn't weak, but for Lin Xuan, it didn't matter much.

Should he intervene?

Lin Xuan hesitated. According to his nature, he naturally wouldn't want to get involved in other people's affairs. But since he had no idea where he was, perhaps some useful information could be gleaned from these fellows.

With this thought, Lin Xuan made up his mind. A few early-stage元婴 cultivators posed no threat; it would do no harm to take a look.

As he thought this, Lin Xuan clutched his hands together, making his aura almost invisible and his figure indistinct.

Sure enough, it was the art of concealment.

He transformed into a streak of light and quietly flew towards the area with intense energy fluctuations.

Five or six hundred miles might be a long distance for ordinary people, but to cultivators, it was negligible.

With Lin Xuan's evasion techniques, he arrived instantly.

Before him, light flashed and explosions followed. At this level, early-stage元婴 cultivators were top-tier in the mortal world. Their life-and-death battles had a wide-ranging impact.

Several miles around had been flattened into a plain. Not only was there no grass or trees, but even large stones had been reduced to powder by the force of the battle.

The sight was shocking. Cracks and deep pits dotted the ground.

For ordinary people, this scene would be terrifying, but for Lin Xuan, it was just a minor spectacle that didn't warrant much attention.

Lin Xuan's gaze quickly shifted to the sky, where three cultivators in different attire were fighting together.

Two men and one woman.

As his eyes swept over their faces, Lin Xuan was truly surprised. He never expected to meet someone he knew here in the Netherworld Gate.

But how could he be here?

Amazed, Lin Xuan almost thought he had seen a mirage.

Despite being outnumbered, the three cultivators were clearly struggling. Although they were at the same level, late-stage元婴 cultivators were worlds apart from early and mid-stage ones in terms of strength.

The late-stage cultivator wore a loose red robe and had red hair, making him look like a ball of fire.

His treasure was also unique—a pair of wheels over two feet in diameter, with flames burning on their surface. They looked like windmill wheels.

Lin Xuan had seen many things but hadn't encountered such a specialized treasure before.

But its power was indeed formidable.

The three cultivators were being pushed back, and the old man with an ethereal appearance was especially disheveled. The late-stage cultivator seemed to have a personal vendetta against him, as about seven-tenths of his attacks targeted him despite fighting three opponents.

"Truefeather Immortal, how could he be here..."

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