Chapter 112: Shadow Moth, The Trap

the terrain of the grottoes, couldn’t possibly kill them all.These cultivators from the Nether Spirit Valley had clearly set a trap beforehand, waiting for their group to enter before trapping them in...With a whoosh, a burly young man flashed past, glancing at Lu Xia Tian in a panic before continuing to flee.

Given this situation, it's likely there are still pursuers behind us. Hundreds of teams from various sects entered the Blood-Colored Forbidden Land. The clashes between some teams resulted in heavy casualties, while a few were lucky enough to escape. Others were dispersed by demon beast hordes. Therefore, the current forbidden land has many small groups of two or three, or lone cultivators like myself.

As expected, the sound of several cultivators' footsteps soon reached them. Lu Xia Tian frowned and quickly darted away, avoiding being caught in the encirclement by other teams.

“Unexpectedly, there's still a fat sheep here. Mo Junior Brother, you take a few people and bring this person down. I’ll go chase that Taiqing Sect disciple just now.” The leader of the Xuantian Gate disciples, a young man with sharp facial features, coldly ordered. Immediately, four people followed Lu Xia Tian.

"Dividing our troops to pursue them, these disciples of the Xu Tian Men are really bold. They're not afraid of encountering small squads of cultivators from other sects." Lu Xia Tian cursed, using his Wind Control technique and took off running.

Four people pursued him relentlessly, but after a while they realized that he was also using the Wind-Riding Technique. Lu Xiaodao's speed always managed to be a step faster than theirs. After chasing for a while, the distance between the two sides grew larger and larger. Just as they were about to give up, a fellow disciple from Xuantianmen suddenly appeared on the opposite side. The leading youth, who looked quite mature, shouted, "Disciples of Xuantianmen, stop this person!"

For dozens of meters ahead, this handsome young man with a silver badge on his clothes was the attire of a disciple of Xu Tianmen. He should be a disciple of other small teams from Xu Tianmen who had scattered. It's really unfortunate that in this situation, he escaped and actually encountered a blockade by disciples of the same sect. Lu Xiaotian felt very unhappy and accelerated his pace.

The handsome young man had also been wandering in the forbidden zone for several days, barely surviving. Now that he encountered a fellow disciple, his face lit up with joy. He raised a blue fish-scale spear and charged straight at Lu Xia Tian.

Lu Xia Tian's face darkened slightly, he threw out several iron thorn seeds. Several dark green iron thorn vines whipped and lashed about wildly. He had only just exchanged two iron thorn seeds from Lu Yun, and before that, it wasn't convenient to use them with his squad, after all, he had only just exchanged them with Lu Yun.

The Iron Thorn seeds are extremely rare and can only be harvested from the Iron Thorn vines in places where golden spiritual energy is abundant. However, the Iron Thorn vine itself is a third-tier demon beast with considerable strength. The seeds bloom only once every twenty years. Lu Yun was lucky enough to collect dozens of seeds. If he were to use them liberally during his time in the squad, how would he explain the source of so many seeds Although the squad members were now either dead or scattered, he, being alone, no longer had to worry about so much and could employ various means.

The handsome young man, seeing several wildly dancing iron thorns, was taken aback. However, he was charging forward with all his might and couldn't stop abruptly. After parting two iron thorn vines, another wrapped around him. The handsome young man cried out in pain, a flash of gold, and a golden flying sword sliced the handsome young man into two pieces.

Lu Xiaotian strode forward, holding the storage bag of the handsome young man he had just picked up. He glanced coldly at the people behind him and continued to flee without stopping.

"Damn it! If I see that kid again, I'll kill him!" Watching Lu Xia Tian's back disappear into a patch of waist-high weeds, the few Xuantianmen disciples who had been relentlessly pursuing him cursed angrily.

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"Shut up and get out of here," the boy, whose face looked much older than his years, barked before turning and leaving.

He used the Iron Thorny Vine to trap his enemy and then killed them with a flying sword. This tactic wasn't bad. After killing the虛天門 disciple who had blocked his path, Lu Xia Tian opened his storage pouch and rolled his eyes. Aside from a mid-grade spirit stone that was somewhat valuable, the rest were just some low-grade spirit herbs.

Don't waste it. Once we get out of the restricted area, at least we can exchange it for some low-grade spirit stones.

When he put the things in his storage pouch away, a gentle breeze came from the east, carrying with it a faint smell of blood. Lu Xiaoteng's heart suddenly felt a twinge of warning. Looking out, over a hundred zhang away, lay two bodies – one blue and one red – strangely huddled together. The surrounding trees and grass were in disarray, with many places scorched by spiritual fire.

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The dead blue-robed monk had been stabbed in the chest by a red-robed monk, while the red-robed monk held a rope in his right hand, strangling the blue-robed monk's neck. The two were in a rather tragic state, clearly having undergone a fierce battle before their deaths. The storage pouches seemed untouched. There were also dozens of yellow-green moths resting on the bodies of the two. These moths could also be seen occasionally near them.

Lu Xiaitian hesitated for a moment. Although he didn't notice any ambush near the two corpses, he still took his legs and walked away. But not long after walking, Lu Xiaitian found another fallen corpse with a small sword pattern on its chest. It was a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect. After encountering this corpse, Lu Xiaitian changed direction. He didn't walk far before encountering two more corpses.

Soon, Lu Xia Tian discovered a strange sign. Around the red-clothed and blue-clothed cultivators who met their end together, there were dead cultivators in several different directions.

“This kid is either cautious or cowardly, for he didn't dare touch the storage bag of the corpse. Since he didn't come into contact with the ghost moth powder, we won't be able to track him.” Lu Xia Tian had just left for not long when, on a hilltop in the distance, a yellow-robed, bald cultivator hiding beneath the canopy frowned and spoke.

“Perhaps because I've seen too many people die nearby, I'm a little on edge. It seems that after several ambushes behind us, we need to change places. Hey, another prey has arrived.”

Upon the thick canopy, another beautiful woman in a yellow skirt flashed a smile. The bald monk glanced around and saw that a slender young girl from the Huo Li sect had been looking around for a moment before quickly running to the bodies of the two fallen warriors. She picked up their storage bags and fled, her speed astonishing. After running a good distance, she looked back several times, making sure that no one was following her after this daring act.

A slender female cultivator found a hidden cave nearby and crawled into it. In a short time, two yellow-robed male and female cultivators set up an ambush at the mouth of the cave. Before long, as the slender girl just emerged from the cave, a purple and yellow striped fleshwing flying serpent swooped down to meet her.

The slender girl was startled and just wanted to return to the cave, but the bald monk blocked the entrance, sneering as he reached in with his bloody hand and plunged it into the girl's chest.

"It seems like our choice to join the Wudumen was spot on. Although it's a small, insignificant sect, they have some very peculiar methods. Just with this trap alone, we can ambush and kill some lone cultivators. The spoils of war will be enough to trade for one or two Zhuji Dan." The bald cultivator chuckled as he took back the storage pouch from the slender girl's body.

Lu Xia Tian, of course, did not know about this trap. However, his usual caution allowed him to avoid a great deal of trouble. He naturally didn't know that the two corpses and the surrounding scattered low-level demon moths appeared harmless to humans. However, they could produce a kind of Ming Moth powder. Once an ordinary cultivator got on it, it was hard to notice. But those cultivators who raised these Moths could secretly find people who had gotten on the Ming Moth powder and set up ambushes in secret, achieving the purpose of murdering for profit.alm are not as composed as that kid!” 。Zhu Yinglong, Guo Mingcheng, and Yang Feng saw that Lu Xiaitian's expression remained unchanged. It seemed like those hundreds of thousands of low-grade spirit...