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"Let's go!"

Everyone slowly made their way into the depths of the forest. The Meng xiaotian followed them in, gathering in groups of two or three. Only the Meng xiaotian did not recognize anyone. That was why he was the last to go. He silently moved forward.

"Roar!"

A heaven-shaking roar sounded out, causing Meng xiaotian to frown.

"Diao jinghu! It's the Diao jinghu! " A burst of exclamations came from the front.

"So that's how it is!" Meng xiaotian suddenly understood. There is life here. However, there was no life in the Wasteland. But the two were very similar. Then... There was only one possibility.

Desolate Realm... It was a clone of the difficulty in the Ancient Dao!

In this way, everything could be made clear.

"Roar!"

The roars of the Diao jinghu s could still be heard in front of them. Almost everyone was rushing forward. Meng xiaotian was no exception.

The Diao jinghu was a Spirit Beast that had the strength of Foundation Establishment. Even ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't do anything about it. Only a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator could survive under the claws of a white-furred Diao jinghu. Only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment would he be able to fight against the white-furred Diao jinghu!

Everyone here were at the Qi Condensation stage, there was no one who could subdue this white haired Diao jinghu. But if he was allowed to charge recklessly, everyone here would be killed by him!

Meng xiaotian tried his best to fly forward, but kept to around the 7th to 8th level of Refinement. Who knew if there were people like him who could hide their strength.

"Awoo!"

A voice that sounded like a wolf's howl shook Meng xiaotian's ears, causing him to let out a buzzing sound.

Meng xiaotian was hiding in a tree that was considered lush. He lowered his head to look at the White Tiger in the distance. However, in the next moment, Meng xiaotian was startled.

"Huh?" Meng xiaotian felt that this was unbelievable. This tight-eyed white tiger was very similar to Second Master Cat. It looked like the Second Master of the Cat's body had grown a few hundred times in size. Even the whiskers on his mouth were so similar!

"Could it be that the Second Master is a tiger?" Meng xiaotian was dizzy.

He had no idea what was going on. Now, he had temporarily left the Second Master with his cheap wife, Yue Lingxin.

"Sigh …" Meng xiaotian sighed. If only he had known earlier that he would bring Second Master Cat along, some sort of turning point might have occurred!

"..." However, there were no 'ifs' in the world. If there were 'ifs', then there were no 'ifs' …

Crack!

The old man at the feet of the Meng xiaotian emitted an undetectable sound.

Meng xiaotian's body rolled towards the ground following the collapse of the large tree.

With a nimble turn of his body, Meng xiaotian lightly tapped his feet on the ground and steadily stood on the side.

Meng xiaotian acted as if nothing had happened. He walked forward without looking back.

Not long after Meng xiaotian left, two figures appeared from behind. He looked in the direction of the big tree with a puzzled expression.

"Is he okay?"

"Impossible!" He was definitely not at the fourth level of Qi Refining. With such skills, he was at least at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Furthermore, he has definitely discovered us! "

"..."

Meng xiaotian stood on another tree and could not help but sneer inwardly. Both of their movements were within the range of his soul consciousness. Not to mention that he was a False Core stage cultivator at the great circle of Foundation Establishment. Any Foundation Establishment cultivator would be able to discover it.

It wasn't hard to tell that these two must have been sent by that cowardly Chen Shaofeng. Otherwise, he would have no enmity with others and would have no reason to do so. Moreover, he was now the younger brother of Yue Lingxin. That brat is still in his system's storage space now.

But just these two cowards alone could deal with him?

Meng xiaotian could not help but laugh. If this Chen Shaofeng really only had this much brain, then he wouldn't need to be a heaven's pride expert!

This bastard definitely had some tricks up his sleeve, but …

Who told me to be the protagonist! Humph!

Meng xiaotian laid on the tree branch leisurely, looking at the Diao jinghu and the group of people fighting.

A youth around the fifth level of Qi Refinement was carrying a broken greatsword on his back, barely dodging the attacks of the Diao jinghu. His movements were very nimble. Every time he chose to dodge, it was after the Diao jinghu struck out. It was impossible for Diao jinghu to catch him. The strangest thing was that Diao jinghu seemed to be afraid of the sword on his body, and did not dare to even touch his back.

Meng xiaotian could clearly see that once, the claw of the White Tiger had already latched onto this young man's head. However, with a twist of the sword, Diao jinghu desperately retracted his claw!

"What kind of sword is this?" Meng xiaotian glared at him.

This sword was plain and white, with traces of rust on it that had appeared who knows how long ago. There was also a very faint trace of dark red blood. This extremely ordinary iron sword, why did it make the Diao jinghu so afraid?

As if noticing that the sword behind his back was something the Diao jinghu did not dare touch, the young man made a backhand motion and the large sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The broadsword slightly sank, appearing rather heavy. The young man gasped for breath as he swung his sword.

The Diao jinghu's claw wind was sharp and fierce, so the young man had to rely on his fifth level Qi Refining strength to barely block the sharp wind. The broadsword in his hand began to swing wildly.

"Bam!"

The broadsword and the White Tiger's claws collided. The youth only felt a strong force being transmitted from the sword.

"Pfft!"

The broadsword slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. Blood spurted wildly from the young man's mouth, his aura fading.

Looking back at Diao jinghu, the claws seemed to be burning, emitting traces of burning. From time to time he licked his paws.

"Whoever steals it will die!"

A middle-aged man around the eighth level of the Qi Refining stage roared and his body shot out explosively.

"Liang Yuan!" "Don't even think about it!"

With another roar of rage, a similarly middle-aged man jumped up from the ground and sent a palm of water towards Liang Yuan like a dragon!

"Humph!"

A vicious look appeared in Liang Yuan's eyes as his killing intent surged. His hands were clear. The flexible sword at his waist swung out. It collided with the palm attack that was flying over at high speed.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk!"

Meng xiaotian lied on a tree branch and watched the show leisurely.

"Everyone knows that it is a treasure! "If you want to live, you have to!"

Clenching his lips, Meng xiaotian expressed his opinion. In actuality, if Meng xiaotian were to go steal it, it would definitely be an easy task.

However, once he had the sword in his hand, he would be surrounded and attacked by everyone. It was not worth it. Other than that, it would be better if he was fine. Once his identity was revealed, he would not be able to escape the fate of being 'eaten' by that wasteland.

Right now, he was hiding in the Eastpole Sect. It could be said that he had gone under the light and changed his identity and face. Even Yue Ling Yan's father couldn't see it, much less the Manor Lord's Desolate Domain!2

"Sigh …" Thinking of the nagging name of Yue Ling Yan, Meng xiaotian felt her head hurt!

Damn, this Mayor Yue is too talented! What kind of nonsense was this!

"..."

"Hahaha!"

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