On the way back at full speed, Lu Xiaotian rapidly went over everything that had happened that day in his mind. First came the news that the Ice Soul Old Freak had perished and Patriarch Xiang Huaxin had been wounded. Then Luo Zhongting, a man everyone had thought dead for hundreds of years, had appeared. No one had expected him to actually succeed in the end, fusing with the skeleton of the Buddha Pagoda Traveler-Monk. It was just that he clearly had not fused with it completely, and still bore some of the Traveler-Monk's characteristics.
The woman called the Snowwind Demoness who appeared afterward was even more mysterious. Two Spirit Transformation-level experts had appeared within a single day, and they also seemed to have reached some sort of agreement with the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord. The situation was utterly disadvantageous for the human race. Perhaps, just as Daoist Golden Needle had said, joining up with the Qin clan and forming the complete Eighteen Golden Men was the only way out.
"Haha, Old Freak Xiang, things have come to this, and you still dare put on a show of strength." When the One-Eyed Demon saw the giant eye that had spat out another mouthful of blood, his heart eased, and he immediately burst into laughter. From the black demonic gourd in his hand, clusters of black light flew out. When they landed on the ground, they blossomed through the air like flowers, exploding into demonic vines one after another. In the blink of an eye, they formed a black forest. Yet the demonic vines in this forest were living creatures, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at anyone they could devour.
Patriarch Xiang Huaxin snorted coldly and swept out the azure-edged sword in his hand. One sword split into