Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

"He should be soaking his feet!" Su Lingxi's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but teasing.

"Oh, no wonder you look so enjoying it." Han Ruoxue made an expression of realization.

At this time, the little princess and Tang Ming also came over and saw Lu Hao standing on a hillside, surrounded by misty clouds, with a look of ecstasy on his face. They were immediately confused.

"Isn't Feng Ling'er with you? Why is she gone?" The little princess spoke after a slight hesitation. After all, Feng Ling'er had been taking care of her all the way, so she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"She was so hungry that she went to find food. Don't disturb me. I am pursuing the great way of heaven and earth!" Lu Hao said casually, and then showed an ecstatic expression.

Upon hearing this, the little princess, Tang Ming, and some monks they brought with them had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, they were still listening to Lu Hao mumbling to himself.

"It's so tight and comfortable!" Lu Hao had an expression of enjoyment on his face, and his body swayed gently from time to time, as if swaying to a certain rhythm, and he was immersed in this wonderful state and couldn't extricate himself.

At this time, the Kongtong Mirror was filled with Lu Hao's comfortable expression. No one could understand what he was doing, and their hearts were filled with confusion.

The battle is still very fierce. Rolling heat waves mixed with energy shock waves swept across the sky. Shouts of killing were heard continuously. Many monks died tragically on the spot and were burned to charcoal. The Fire Kirin was also injured. Most of the hard scales on its back were shattered, revealing hideous wounds.

Many cultivators in the field also had the same idea as Lu Hao. They just stood in the distance watching the battle, waiting for an opportunity to act and reap the benefits.

Most of the monks who first participated in strangling the Fire Kirin have already died. Now that the Fire Kirin is injured, many monks can't resist the temptation and join the battle.

"Aren't we taking action now?" Feng Ling'er exhaled a puff of thick white smoke from her throat and transmitted the message.

"This Fire Kirin is not as simple as I thought. It is much stronger than the two centipede monsters I defeated. Even if they all attack, I don't think they can take it down." Lu Hao glanced at the battle in front and said seriously.

"This beast is too powerful. Let's all use our magic power to restrict its movement." The burly man in the Nascent Soul stage roared. He released a powerful spiritual power, which turned into a rope and was put on the Fire Kirin's thick ankle.

Upon hearing this, many cultivators released their spiritual power and transformed it into ropes. Suddenly, a large number of ropes appeared from all directions and bound the four thick ankles of the Fire Kirin.

"Beast, let's see how you can dodge this time!" The strong man's body expanded rapidly again, becoming as tall as a mountain. He waved the mountain axe in his hand that was shining with brilliant light and chopped it hard towards the front.

"boom!"

The Fire Kirin was about to dodge, but was tied up tightly with ropes on his feet and couldn't move at all. He was hit on the head by the giant axe, and the fiery red scales on it were shattered. The fiery red skin below was cut open, and red blood spurted out.

"Oh my God, my strength is actually increasing slowly!" The big man was splashed with Qilin blood in the face, but he was fine. Instead, he shouted excitedly. He could clearly feel his spiritual power, which became more powerful under the nourishment of Qilin blood.

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators' blood boiled, with greed and desire flashing in their eyes. The rumor that Qilin blood could help people advance was indeed true. They could no longer hold back and joined the army to slaughter the Fire Qilin.

Lu Hao was also very excited. If he could obtain the purest essence and blood of the Qilin in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, he would most likely be able to enter the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

"Bo!" A strange sound came from somewhere.

The mist around Lu Hao dissipated, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. His figure turned into a flash of lightning and headed to the edge of the battlefield in front. Feng Ling'er followed closely behind him with trust in her eyes.

Lu Hao is ready to take action at any time. Today, both the Qilin blood and the Qilin kidney are his. Anyone who dares to touch them will be killed without mercy.

"Did you go find something to eat just now?" When the little princess saw Feng Ling'er appear, she greeted her happily. She had a natural desire to get close to the woman in front of her.

"Well, I just went out for a big meal." Feng Ling'er's heart skipped a beat, then she chuckled.

"You are so greedy. The battle ahead has reached a critical moment." The little princess raised the corners of her mouth and revealed a playful smile.

Hearing this, Feng Ling'er's pretty face flushed slightly, and she looked shy like a delicate flower. Her beautiful eyes inadvertently saw Lu Hao laughing beside her, and she immediately became angry and pinched the other's hard arm hard.

"Ah!" Lu Hao screamed, his teeth bared, his face showing pain.

"Are you okay? Let me blow on it and it won't hurt!" Feng Ling'er said with an apologetic look and heartache.

"Aren't you ashamed to blow me in front of so many people?" Lu Hao rubbed his arm and shook his head to refuse.

"Get out!" Feng Ling'er's pretty face turned red and she ignored him.

"Damn, they even brought in the magic swords of the Skyfire Dynasty!" Lu Hao glanced at the black box dragged by an old woman next to the little princess, and his pupils shrank slightly.

The black box was about one meter long and was engraved with ancient and mysterious pictures. It was a scene of a grand altar where countless ancestors bowed down in worship. On the highest altar, there was a fairy sword emitting brilliant light, and there was also a shocking scene of ten suns appearing in the sky.

Lu Hao's thoughts were instantly pulled back to many years ago, when he was still a young disciple of the Yuntian Sect. He was chosen by the lottery to escort the little princess to Sunset Ridge to collect herbs. At that time, he encountered a powerful and ferocious beast. Finally, at the critical moment, he pulled out the magic sword inside and killed the beast.

According to legend, only the little princess can pull out this magic sword. It is for this reason that the Fire Emperor designated her as the heir to the Fire Nation. After all, the person who can pull out this sword is the one chosen by God, and only she can restore the Fire Clan to its former glory.

There are also many tragic love legends about this magic sword. As long as a man and a woman can pull out this sword, it will be a heaven-sent marriage destined for nine lifetimes in this life. Even if they experience many hardships, there will always be a force in the dark that pulls the two together.

So the little princess often looked at the magic sword with tears in her eyes. On countless difficult nights, the scene of Lu Haoli and Wang Kuanglan standing in front of her and pulling out the magic sword appeared in her mind.

At that moment, Lu Hao was so handsome that he looked like a god descending from heaven. His whole body was emitting golden light, which instantly illuminated the entire dark sky.

She even always had a naive fantasy that maybe one day, Lu Hao would appear again in this way to meet her.

She was really looking forward to seeing them again...