ed this mountain range, he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort throughout his body. 。"Nine curves, the jade-green water is crystal clear..." 。"The City of Tilting is a ghost-like spirit residin...Buzz........ Under the golden eagle, a swarm of black corpse armor flies like mosquitoes, densely packed

That was Lu Xia Tian, seeing the countless Corpse Armored Flies, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. 。Under the eyelids, dozens of human races, as well as demon race divine transformation powerhouses, and hundreds or even thousands of various demon race Nascent Soul cultivators. 。All fell into the swarm of corpse worms and flying insects. 。Those surrounded, the demon and monster races would naturally not be willing to sit idly by and wait for death. 。Continuously slaying the corpse beetles swarming around. 。But these insects are just too numerous to kill. 。It cleansed the area within a few dozen meters, but it was quickly filled again by other corpse armor beetles. 。At this time, those Nascent Soul Stage demon cultivators, or human cultivators, were the first to suffer. Their demonic energy and spiritual power faltered... 。His whole body was covered in corpse beetle armor. 。These corpse grubs burrow continuously into its body through every opening possible: its nostrils, mouth, eyes, and wounds. 。

More and more Corpse Armor Flies entered their bodies. These demon clans, or even Yuan Ying Stage human cultivators, were as sieve-like in the face of these insects. The Corpse Armor Flies gnawed on flesh and blood; some burrowed from the outside inward, while those that had entered the body devoured from the inside out.

Before long, these skeletons first to collapse turned into ghastly white bones, stripped of every shred of flesh and blood, completely gnawed clean by the corpse-clad beetles. 。Only one divine soul escapes. 。These corpse-eating beetles feast on flesh and blood, showing no interest in souls. 。

Lu Xiaoteng delightedly found that he didn't need to do it himself. He could just collect the Nascent Soul or even the primordial spirit of a Yuan Ying stage demon beast.

There's nothing more exhilarating than this. 。Looking at the demon clan or human clan caught in the insect swarms, these miserable sights did not stir even a shred of compassion in Lu Xiaotian. Even if he personally intervened, facing this vast sea of corpse-armor flying insects, Lu Xiaotian couldn't possibly rescue them all. Besides, they were strangers to him, so why should Lu Xiaotian save them 。After discovering that it was easy to capture the beast's spirits near these corpse beetles, Lu Xiaoteng didn't rush to leave. He simply followed the group of beetles, keeping a safe distance but not too far away. 。Though these flying insects are formidable, in terms of speed and flight altitude, they are naturally incomparable to the golden eagle Ding, the spirit bird under General Lu Xiaotian. 。With a golden eagle as his steed, Lu Xia Tian also found it very convenient. As a cultivator of the Shenxu realm, although flying in the air was no problem for him, using a magic treasure to fly still consumed mana after all. 。

As for the golden eagle, it's almost as simple as eating and drinking.

Many battles between the demon race and Yuanling City resulted in a flood of blood, turning the battlefields into breeding grounds for corpse beetles. 。Lu Xia Tian collected various monster souls in mid-air, his hands softened. 。After all, these corpse beetles have a huge appetite. 。The land they passed through was ravaged like a locust swarm, almost reduced to barren wasteland. 。But soon, Lu Xiaoteng also discovered someone with the same idea as him. An old man wearing a white pointed hat and dressed in white, his face pale as a ghost, thin as a stick, sat cross-legged on a green-winged centipede. He would often collect human souls into his bag, occasionally taking a few demon souls as well. Relatively speaking, he still focused on collecting human souls. 。Beside this old man in the white peaked hat, there was also a man and a woman, both with pale faces like ghosts, diligently collecting various souls. 。When they saw Lu Xia Tian, the old man and the man and woman beside him all wore hostile expressions. 。Especially the elder with the white pointed hat, but after seeing Lu Xiaoteng collect souls dominated by demon race, his brows relaxed. People die for money and birds die for food, their competition with Lu Xiaoteng is not the main conflict. 。After all, the main needs are different. 。What made the old man with the white pointed hat extremely unhappy was that he, with his two disciples, collected primordial spirits at a speed that was less than half of Lu Xiaoteng's. 。From afar, Lu Xia Tian merely casually pointed and fired a few shots. 。Each thread of the gray net can easily capture these demon beast souls directly. 。Instead, they, especially the two disciples under their command, were particularly troublesome when it came to capturing human primordial spirits. 。"This fellow Daoist, your methods for capturing a soul spirit are indeed quite sharp." 。Both sides lived together for quite some time. Although there were occasionally others with similar needs, none had the same high demand as these two. They often stayed for a few days before leaving. 。The old man in the white peaked hat looked at Lu Xia Tian, feeling very surprised. Looking at Lu Xia Tian's appearance, his breath was calm and far-reaching, with a certain righteousness between his brows and eyes. 。is by no means like oneself, who has cultivated such aberrant arts for yourselves.” Lu Xiaoteng smiled and sat down on his own, This gloomy demon tomb did suppress his divine soul and ability to exert explosive power, but the purity of his blood energy remained unch...