Lu Xiaotian naturally wanted to plot sangling's tears. He naturally agreed with Yueze's idea of preserving strength. If he said this, chongyun and other reckless people might have some objections in their hearts. However, Yueze, who is far higher than them, is different. Even if there are some doubts in his heart, he will not show them in a short time.

There are dead mulberry trees with withered leaves everywhere, looking bleak at a glance. The heavy and sad breath rushed into everyone's heart like a raging tide. A line of mysterious fairyland, such as chongyun and Chonghai, is very difficult for the strong.

At the level of immortals, it should be much easier. The heavy and desolate atmosphere carries a new life and the desire for life makes Lu Xiaotian seem to have more vigorous vitality in his body. Although Yueze is not as obvious as Lu Xiaotian's induction, it can advance and retreat freely in this environment.

Fortunately, the breath here is not as terrible as the Dead Sea in the picture scroll of the dead silkworm statue. Otherwise, after these people come in, they will lose control and die madly.

"Elder, is there any way to resist the smell in the withered mulberry forest? Their situation doesn't look very good. If it continues, the impact on the mulberry moon battle array can't be underestimated." Lu Xiaotian looked at Yueze. He did have a solution, but if he did it, his ability would far exceed that of a Xuanxian, and even the Heavenly Immortal looked and sighed. For Lu Xiaotian, it was not a good thing.

Under normal circumstances, Yueze may not be willing to make a move, but it is related to Sang Ling's tears, and Yueze can't have too many reservations.

Yueze looked at Lu Xiaotian, then nodded, and saw him throw his hand. A piece of green mulberry leaves flew into the void. The mulberry leaves exuded a little green, and then formed a green mask to wrap the group. Before that, the surging sadness was really isolated from the outside. Chongyun and his party were relieved.

At this time, a huge dragon shadow flew from the void. The self-cultivation body was continuous and hidden in the clouds. The Dragon shadow looked down at the people under the void. A group of Xuanxian level strong men gathered around Lu Xiaotian without fear.

Lu Xiaotian looked up at the slender and arrogant dragon shadow in the void. His divine sense sensed that several other dragon shadows were approaching the two dead silkworm war figurines from several different directions. At the same time, more dead silkworm war figurines and a small group of human immortal strongmen are also rushing to this direction.

The huge fluctuation came from time to time. Originally, it was just two dead silkworm war figurines fighting a strong dragon. At this time, it has become a scene of scuffle between several parties.

The Dragon shadow obviously also saw that these Xuanxian youngsters under his eyes could not pose much threat to him. He swayed his body and approached the center of the war at an amazing speed.

Lu Xiaotian frowned. At the same time, Yueze's face changed dramatically. Obviously, he didn't expect them to be so close to the vortex center of the storm. If no other immortal strong man finds sang Ling's tears, he still has room to operate. In front of him, several forces gather here to break out a war. Where does he have the idea of muddling through?

"Dongfang Xiaoyou, what do you think?" the crisis faced at this time was too big, and Yueze didn't have an idea for a while.

"In this situation, it's wrong to go anywhere. Let's take a chance. If we encounter sangling's tears, we'll take advantage of it. If we encounter an intruder, we'll fight with him. It depends on the will of heaven." Lu Xiaotian saw that Yueze had no idea. Other people were also confused in this chaotic situation, but he was secretly happy, Although the current situation is chaotic, it is not without a glimmer of opportunity.

"OK, brother Dongfang is right. Under such a chaotic situation, we are reckless. We don't need to look forward and backward. We fight every war!" Chong Yun hit the festival.

"Let's go." Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed and finally mastered the initiative of the team. Lu Xiaotian will not give up easily, or let Yueze, who has become timid, intervene in the command of the team.

At this time, the smell of mulberry fruit in the body and the fresh smell in the sad smell became more and more clear. Lu Xiaotian secretly said that a large number of immortal strong people gathered here, and I'm afraid they all found the corresponding clues.

Lu Xiaotian relied on the smell of mulberry fruit in his body, and the powerful yuan God took a line of Xuanxian sangling soldiers to avoid several celestial immortals from the heaven. At this time, within hundreds of thousands of miles, the situation became more and more chaotic, the space was shaking violently, the dead mulberry forest, and those withered mulberry leaves turned into fly ash. The ground was torn into huge ravines like canyons.

After all, Lu Xiaotian and his party are just Xuanxian fairyland. Among many Tianxian strongmen in the scuffle, they haven't had enough energy to take care of this side. Even if they notice, they don't pay attention to Lu Xiaotian and his party's Xuanxian generation for the time being. As long as their respective disasters are solved, it is relatively easy for these Xuanxian children to clean up.

After several hours, Lu Xiaotian and a group of Xuanxian strongmen came to an open area, with withered mulberry leaves scattered everywhere, which didn't look much different from other places in the dead mulberry forest.

However, Lu Xiaotian sensed a slight difference in this area. The smell of mulberry fruit in his body felt a sudden desire to come out.

In front of this seemingly empty land boundary, Lu Xiaotian has sensed a trace of spatial fluctuation. Under the withered smell of the dead mulberry forest, it seems that

Lu Xiaotian knew something. At this time, a green shadow came as light as a breeze. The other party stopped at a place less than ten miles away from Lu Xiaotian. At a glance, Lu Xiaotian's heart jumped. The other party's face was blurred and could not see whether it was a man or a woman. But at this glance, Lu Xiaotian had a sense of contradiction that was watched by thousands of people.

"Sang Ling's tears are nurtured by the earth and have always been coveted by Hong Hao's heaven. I'll see it today. I'm in a good mood today. You young people, get away from me so as not to die."

The green shadow man with blurred face said it in a mocking voice, which seems to contain thousands of voices. The look in Lu Xiaotian's eyes was as cold as a snow mountain with a backlog of thousands of years.

At the same time, the seven dragon shadows gathered one after another and tangled in the void. It seemed that the seven dragon shadows were the same, but Lu Xiaotian knew that one of them was the one he had seen before.

"Seven hidden dragons, I didn't expect you to join in the fun. What's the taste of being a running dog under the hands of Honghao Tianting these years?" just now the blurred green shadow man turned his attention to the seven dragon shadows. Words are as sharp as blades. Don't save any face.