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“You, people of the human race, must slay that tenth-order Iron Spine Demon Leopard to obtain the Infant Core Fruit. While I have no interest in the Infant Core Fruit necessary for your human race's survival, I am interested in that tenth-order Demon Leopard. As I am alone and outnumbered, I am forced to rely on your strength,” said the humanoid apparition.

"What do you need from that demon cat" Lu Xia Tian asked.

“I only need the blood of the Yāo Ní. After the deed is done, how you divide the rest is none of my concern.” The humanoid ghost stood on the back of a white bone hawk flapping its wings, arms crossed.

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“So simple then, the result of this tribulation will be allocated to us disciples of Ye Gongzi. As for the young cubs in this demonic beast's belly, you lot better not fight me over them.” The Demonic Infant Monk chuckled sinisterly.

"I wonder if Brother Lu has anything in particular he's interested in Feel free to share." Ye Sicheng said with a casual air.

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"I want the primordial spirit of a tenth-grade demon cat, and also some of its pelt." Lu Xia Tian said after a moment's thought.

"Haha, good, so Brother Lu agrees then." Upon hearing this, Ye Sicheng's face lit up with a hint of joy.

"I suppose so, but after all, it's a level ten demon beast. Even wounded, it's no small matter. I still need to prepare some more and meet up with you in a few days." Lu Xia Tian nodded and said.

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"A few days You don't mean it, do you Don't tell me all of us came here especially for you" The white-haired old man with a peachwood staff glared at Lu Xia Tian unhappily.

"If any of you are impatient, feel free to go slay the monsters and retrieve their infant cores yourselves. I have no objections." Lu Xia Tian said nonchalantly.

“It seems you’re a decisive person as well. Waiting for you isn’t impossible, but among us, only a few know you. If we were to wait, we would need the strength to justify it, otherwise, I'm afraid it wouldn't be convincing. What do you think, Lu Daoist”

The old man with white hair asked this, but his eyes secretly scanned the infant monk who demanded life and finally landed on Ye Sicheng. Seeing that Ye Sicheng had no intention of opposing him, his eyes immediately became firm.

Without waiting for Lü Xiaotiān's consent, the wooden staff in his hand swayed lightly. The bells of various sizes on it jingled in the air, producing a crisp sound.

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Sun Youcai, He Ruoshuang and others' faces changed drastically. Having witnessed the White-Haired Elder's attack, their expressions were filled with apprehension. They each retreated hundreds of feet, avoiding the impact of the bell's sound. Even these individuals, upon hearing the ringing of the bell, felt a strange discomfort as if something was blocking them inside. However, that sound seemed conscious and could be controlled by the White-Haired Elder to move rapidly within a very small range. After retreating some distance, they felt much better.

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Du Fenghu frowned and took a step back, but the Soul-Taking Infant Monk and the humanoid ghost remained motionless, showing no signs of abnormality. After all, the white-haired old man's attack was not directed at them, Lu Xiaotien was the first to bear the brunt.

“Elder Mu, if you think you can win with this one move, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Daoist Lu is not very concerned about attacks like this that target divine consciousness,” the Soul-Taking Infant Monk seemed to be worried that things might escalate, and he reminded the white-haired old man, Elder Mu, of this.

“Is that so” Seeing Lu Xiaoteng on the opposite side being struck, Mu Lao’s hair bristled and his clothes fluttered in the wind. However, there was not a hint of unnaturalness on his face. Mu Lao's face immediately became awkward. He had taken the initiative to challenge Lu Xiaoteng to see his strength. If he returned empty-handed, wouldn't that be a joke

Mu Lao Gui shook again, causing the bells to ring even more intensely. As a large amount of magical power was released from within the bells, the surrounding space seemed to be covered in a layer of moisture, like seeing flowers through mist, even Lu Xia Tian's body appeared somewhat distorted and blurred.

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“Bold.” Seeing that Lu Xia Tian still hadn’t made a move, Mu Lao Gui’s expression darkened. Even against a powerful opponent like the Soul-Reaping Infant Monk, he didn’t dare to be so arrogant.

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With a flick of the peach wood staff in his hand, several withered vines silently burrowed into the ground. A gleam of ferocity flashed in Mu Lao's eyes. Dare to be so arrogant in front of him Since that was the case, if the opponent proved truly incapable, he wouldn't mind taking their life.

These countless bells surrounded them, almost forming a closed space. From the bells, strands of energy like whips emanated, quite resilient. They coiled around Lu Xia Tian in circles.

Lu Xia Tian's face flashed with a strange expression. These bells were truly troublesome, especially the waves of sonic attacks that made one's mind waver. Those with slightly weaker spiritual awareness would be easily disoriented. The real killer move, however, was the withered vine creeping silently from underground.

Faced with so many powerful opponents, Lu Xiaotian had already used the Purple Leaf Zhenwu. Countless virtual roots sprouted from Lu Xiaotian's feet and plunged into the ground. Coupled with his divine sense guarding the surroundings, it was highly unlikely that someone like Ye Sicheng could sneak attack him. Unexpectedly, under such defenses, a stroke of luck led him to discover Bai Fa Lao Weng's Mingxiu Plank Road, secretly attacking Chen Cang.

Even with his powerful divine sense, he didn't realize the withered vines were approaching until they were several dozen feet away. It was only thanks to the Purple Leaf True Amulet that he discovered them, otherwise, he would have been caught off guard. These withered vines were truly extraordinary in their ability to conceal their aura.

Just as those withered vines were about to burst through the ground, Lu Xia Tian suddenly shot into the sky. A transparent giant sword emerged from within Lu Xia Tian's body, enveloping him, giving the impression of man and sword becoming one.

The transparent giant sword enveloped Lu Xiaotian, and suddenly, countless tiny swords shot out from the blade, hundreds or even thousands of them, shooting outwards in all directions. They continuously struck the bells surrounding Lu Xiaotian, making a clanging sound. However, the energy emanating from the bells was incredibly tenacious, clashing incessantly with the transparent swords.

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However, wrapped in Lü Xiaoteng's massive sword body, it suddenly surged forward, breaking free from the entanglement of those whip-shaped air currents that emerged from the bell. It burst out of its confinement.

Mu Lao's eyes narrowed, a heavy expression on his face. As he was about to unleash his secret technique, Lu Xia Tian suddenly attacked. He didn't believe this was a coincidence. The extremely sharp sound wave attack had little effect on the man. This person's divine sense was incredibly powerful, no weaker than his own, despite being a veteran Jindan cultivator for hundreds of years.

But did he really think this was enough to escape his attack Mu Lao Gui stretched out his left hand, his withered fingers trembling like phantoms in the air. The magical energy swirling around his fingertips quickly drew a pattern, an ancient talisman.

"Go!" Mu Lao Gui bellowed. The talisman, condensed with spiritual energy, transformed into a gleam of light and darted underground.

With a deafening boom! Several withered, yellow vines burst forth from the ground. They writhed and lashed like demonic tentacles.

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