!The three armored middle-aged men, whose swords had already been drawn halfway, involuntarily stopped and looked at Xiang Lian'er and Xu Wan. The old man with brown beard, a cultivator of the late Ji...“Try to let as much of the blood dripping from above land on you. That blood is unknown, and it can corrode protective treasures. A drop or two might not be a big deal, but once there are many, the protective treasure will be damaged. The evil qi inside this blood cave isn't a joke.” 。“The Yin-Yang Limping Monster warned,” 。A barely audible hiss resonated. 。Only atop the cluster of ferns did a large, disc-shaped fly with an obsidian body and seven white spots on its back flap its wings toward Xiao Tian. 。

The strange bug with its sharp mouth lunged at Lu Xia Tian.

Lu Xia Tian extended a finger and his magical power transformed into a flying needle striking the flying louse's head. The flying louse's hard shell retracted, and its head pulled inside. 。With a *ding* sound, the fly demon's body jolted, being repelled several feet back by the flying needles imbued with magic. However, the fly demon was unscathed. Its wings flapped once and it continued to charge towards Lu Xia Tian, as fierce as ever. 。"Fellow cultivator, though these Seven-Star Flying Lice lack formidable divine abilities, their bronze skin and iron bones make them extremely difficult to kill. Ordinary smoke and poison are useless against them." 。Idle means won't do against this pest, we have to use drastic measures, eliminate it in one fell swoop, only then can we eradicate the future troubles. The seven-star flying louse is extremely vengeful. 。I'm afraid he'll keep pestering you. 。The old man with green eyes said in a sly tone: 。the extreme, 。They are merely two young disciples from the Illusory Realm. Even if I were to tear them apart, what difference would it make Their mere existence is insignificant compared to my preciou...