Chapter 38

A sense of spinning sky and turning earth struck.

Lu Fang was teleported to a hundred meters in the air, his body falling continuously; after stabilizing his figure, he looked up and saw a desert that could not be seen to the end.

The strong wind mixed with sand blew his face painfully.

In the surrounding area, a dozen small sandstorm tornadoes looked like wolf smoke, making people feel that danger was everywhere.

Rumble!

In the rolling black clouds, it seemed that a silver dragon broke through the air and flew out, with ten thousand feet of thunder light, flying and spreading thousands of electric snakes, filling the sky.

The wind became even stronger, and two small sandstorm tornadoes merged together, quite likely to continue expanding.

This environment is too harsh!

"Strange Gate Qimen Qimen Feijia!"

Lu Fang had just landed on a sand dune of more than ten feet when he summoned the Mysterious Armor to attach to his body; he took a breath and leaped up, like catkins, like falling leaves, and took to the air again.

Whoosh! He turned into a yellow light and leaped toward the distance.

Let alone seizing fortune, if Lu Fang didn't leave this sandstorm tornado area quickly, his life would be in danger.

He flew rapidly for half a day.

Lu Fang finally left the sandstorm tornado area; just as he landed on a stone in front of some low thorns, a thorn vine more than ten feet long drilled out from the sand, wanting to entangle his feet like a poisonous snake.

"What kind of ghost thing is this!"

With a thought from Lu Fang, the light on the Mysterious Armor flashed, forcibly pulling him up from the ground and dodging the attack of the thorn vine.

Clang!

While Lu Fang summoned the book spirit Yan Chixia, the Fluorescence Moon small sword shot toward the thorn vine more than ten feet long.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

In just a moment, the thorn vine was cut into hundreds of segments.

The branches of the thorn vine withered rapidly, and a little bit of faint light like fireflies floated up from these withered branches.

"Ownerless fortune!"

Seeing this, Lu Fang was happy and hurriedly took out the Fortune Stone to absorb these ownerless fortunes.

In the Lower Upper Realm, all things can be attached to by fortune to obtain a certain extraordinary power; obviously, the thorn vine just now was a creature attached to by fortune.

There was no demon aura at all; it was truly hard to guard against.

Just as Lu Fang was about to absorb the fortune into his body, more than a dozen thorn vines as thick as arms and dozens of feet long drilled out from the sand in all directions, frantically waving their vine branches to smash at the human in front of them.

Bang bang bang!

One thorn vine after another smashed into the air, landing on the sand dunes and chaotic rocks, forcibly smashing out trenches a foot long; one can imagine the great force of this whip.

The thorn vines had great strength, but their speed was not too fast.

At least when Lu Fang performed the Strange Gate Qimen Qimen Feijia, he could very easily dodge the siege of the thorn vines.

In this way, the thorn vines became experience babies.

"Ten Thousand Swords Technique: Sword Hundred!"

Yan Chixia pinched a sword formula, and the Fluorescence Moon small sword turned into a hundred sword lights, cutting off the waving thorn vines with an irresistible momentum!

Until this patch of low thorns was exhausted.

"No wonder the Lower Upper Realm is said to be so dangerous, yet so many people are willing to come in; the fortune obtained here is too easy."

Lu Fang held the Fortune Stone and absorbed it everywhere, from the ownerless fortune floating up from the withered thorn vines, and smiled so much that his mouth could hardly close.

The fortune is a bit small, but it can't stand the quantity.

He was still quite satisfied.

It has to be said that Lu Fang's luck is very good.

Places like this where large patches of thorns are attached to by fortune are not everywhere in the Lower Upper Realm.

And if it were someone else, even if it were a Seventh-Rank, Third-Stage Confucian scholar, without the ghostly speed of the Strange Gate Qimen Qimen Feijia, facing the attack of so many thorn vines would be extremely dangerous.

Even if one could solve this patch of thorn vines, the consumption of Haoran Zhengqi would be extremely huge.

You know that those who enter the Lower Upper Realm are not just Confucian scholars; it is very easy to kill people to seize fortune.

"Heh heh, kid, you're quite happy, heh heh..."

A wild boar demon walked out from the reverse slope of the sand dune.

This monster was eight feet tall, with fangs in front of its long, pointed mouth, and a pair of eyes revealing ferocity; it wore a black-gray wide robe, and the coarse hair exposed was brownish-black with a little gold.

Don't look at it as a wild boar, but it is shrewd.

When it arrived here, Lu Fang was slaughtering the thorn vines.

Originally, it wanted to find an opportunity to sneak attack, but the strength Lu Fang displayed made it have scruples, mainly fearing the consumption of demon power and being taken advantage of by others.

So it chose to wait, waiting for Lu Fang to consume a large amount of Haoran Zhengqi, and then it would enter the field to easily kill and seize fortune.

Just this caution is unique.

If it were another demon, seeing that Lu Fang was only at the Eighth Rank, First Stage, it would have entered the field long ago.

"You're willing to come out?"

Lu Fang licked his lips; he had read in books that the meat of demon spirits is more nourishing and delicious than poultry meat, especially pigs, sheep, and cattle.

And it can also enhance physique; it is an excellent ingredient for martial artists.

Because he often eats book fragrance, Lu Fang's momentum is much stronger than ordinary people, so his perception is also stronger than ordinary people.

Just now, during the battle, he perceived a faint demon aura.

The human in front of him looked like he had the victory in his grasp, which made the wild boar demon grunt unhappily twice, and said angrily:

"Weak human, stop trying to bluff me here; with your Eighth-Rank, First Stage realm, I'm afraid that little sword can't even break my skin and flesh."

"Then... let's try!"

Lu Fang grinned.

He often heard people say that demon tribes of the same realm are much stronger.

He wanted to try and see what the situation would be like if the Seventh-Rank, First-Stage book spirit Yan Chixia faced the wild boar demon.

"Ten Thousand Swords Technique: Sword Hundred!"

With a thought from Lu Fang, the book spirit Yan Chixia directly used the strongest strike currently.

The wild boar demon opened its mouth and roared, and the coarse hair and skin and flesh on its body became thicker, harder, and longer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It didn't think about resisting hard at first, but the speed of the Fluorescence Moon small sword was too fast, forcing it to defend passively.

Clang clang clang clang!

A hundred sword lights hit the wild boar demon, and only the last Fluorescence Moon small sword pierced half an inch into its chest, and was clamped by its powerful physical muscles, unable to move forward another step.

"So hard!"

Lu Fang exclaimed in surprise.

Under the condition that the Fluorescence Moon small sword had bonus damage to demon types, the wild boar demon only suffered minor injuries.

No wonder the book says that demon tribes of the same realm have all the advantages.

The wild boar demon roared, grabbed the Fluorescence Moon small sword with both hands, and the demon aura on its body surged, in which it seemed that a wild boar was roaring.

It actually forcibly grabbed the Fluorescence Moon small sword, making the book spirit Yan Chixia unable to take it back.

Lu Fang put away his teasing intention; it seems that the demon types that can represent the demon tribe to come to this Lower Upper Realm are much stronger than ordinary Seventh-Rank demons.

"Martial Soul: Green Dragon Crescent Slash!"

The phantom of Guan Yun Chang behind Lu Fang emerged, and after accumulating power to fuse two souls, he held his hands in a virtual grip and slashed toward the wild boar demon.

The smile on the wild boar demon's face was still there, but it was split in two by the blade aura.

It didn't understand until it died!

Wasn't the small sword in its hand the trump card of the human in front of it?

An Eighth-Rank, First-Stage Confucian scholar, why could he slash it with one blade!

In the demon tribe, it was a rising star with the bloodline of the "Golden-Haired Wild Boar King"; when it came to the Lower Upper Realm, it even boasted that it would seize fortune as high as the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain for the demon tribe.

Just died like this?

Didn't the elders in the tribe say that its strength could at least compare to the top three of the same realm among humans?