"Are you going to attack these ghost clans?" Lu Xiaotian asked in surprise, looking at the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast. There was truly little point in killing these low-level ghosts.
Of course, if they had been outside, Lu Xiaotian would not have minded casually wiping out a few Ghost Commanders or Ghost Marquises to ease the pressure on the low-level cultivators below. But this place was clearly an independent space separate from the outside world, so there was no need to do such a thing. Lu Xiaotian naturally would not go looking for trouble.
"Attack my ass. The Thick-Fanged Ghost King here is the most protective of his own kind. He's given me trouble several times, so whenever I'm in a bad mood, I come over and harass him a little. Hurry up and go. The Thick-Fanged Ghost King is refining some ghost artifact and can't easily pull himself away, but if you really piss him off and that Thick-Fanged fellow comes looking for us, you and I will be in serious trouble even if we join forces." The Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast gave a mocking laugh. Its eight hooves struck the air in turn, and its speed increased another notch.
This fellow was truly bored out of his mind. Lu Xiaotian was rendered speechless. Sensing a powerful aura sweeping toward them from the dark, murky ghost qi, he sharply increased the speed of the flying sword beneath his feet.
"Stupid bull, if you're capable, don't ever fall into this old man's hands again." An enraged roar rang out from within the ghost fog, but the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast had already fled with Lu Xiaotian.
A range of green mountains rose from the vast surface of the lake, bursting through the water and piercing the clouds. A stone cavern