When system cheat becomes rampant!-Chapter 1153 - 766: Strings

Disguising as Fei Wen and Gui Lu is not a difficult task. Xiang Beifei’s transformation ability is quite powerful. He can not only disguise himself but also help Li Qianluo change her appearance.

If he were outside, he could directly change his Dao embryo to that of the Moon God Race, but here at the ancestral artifact, he can’t mess around. He must rely on the Yin and Yang source energy to simulate the aura of the other party.

"I must say, this race does have a good appearance, possessing a third of our own handsomeness and beauty!"

Li Qianluo walked around, examining her own body.

Xiang Beifei chuckled silently.

Xiaohei said, "It’s not like you haven’t seen the true faces of these Meat-Winged Monsters."

The Moon God Race appears holy on the outside, but once they reveal their murderous intent, they turn into ugly monsters. Erha has always wanted to roast those big meat wings.

Xiang Beifei said, "You have to learn their behavior patterns, don’t give yourself away."

"I understand."

Li Qianluo seriously patted the twelve-winged wings on her back. The ethereal flying feathers and the immortal aura really looked convincing.

"According to what those two said just now, this place is meant for resting, so it won’t be discovered, meaning this must be a blind spot in perception. I have to make sure."

Xiang Beifei walked to the railing outside, leaned out, and looked outward.

Strangely, from this place, looking down, it was still a hazy celestial land. The cornices of pavilions and towers were faintly visible, and there was no way to see the oppressive hell-like blood soil hill below.

He looked up again at the void outside Sheyin City, where two masters were fiercely fighting.

This place seemed very high, like a guard post. Clearly, Fei Wen and Gui Lu often came here to slack off without being discovered by the elders, indicating that this position was somewhat tricky and could be considered a safe spot.

"If there’s danger, remember to run this way," Xiang Beifei said.

"Alright."

They checked repeatedly and then went down, returning to that blood soil hill pile that seemed like a hell on earth, marking the location to avoid getting lost.

The blood soil piles were tens of meters high, the lowest being three or four meters, and every two steps, it felt like those black woods were moaning lowly.

Xiaohei turned into a little white dog, squatted on Xiang Beifei’s shoulder, looked around, and asked, "Do you think there might be something buried in these soils? It always feels like someone is calling inside."

"Indeed, let’s keep looking. Li, stay alert," Xiang Beifei said.

"Be careful." Li Qianluo took two steps forward, vigilantly watching the surroundings.

Xiang Beifei stopped beside a blood soil pile, pondered for a moment, extended his hand to scrape the blood soil. There seemed to be nothing unusual; the blood soil here was simply like breath soil stained red with blood.

He dug a little more, and suddenly with a "crash", a severed hand burst out from the soil and grabbed Xiang Beifei’s wrist fiercely!

"What the heck is this?"

Xiang Beifei frowned.

Given all the major events he had seen, a severed hand didn’t scare him.

He didn’t rush to shake off this severed hand but scrutinized it instead. It was shaped like a human palm, but it was hard to say if it belonged to the Human Race. It looked as if it had been cut off right at the wrist, the cut very clean. At this moment, the severed hand was gripping Xiang Beifei’s wrist tightly, with great force.

But as he was observing, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, as if water was biting into his skin.

"This is intolerable."

He knocked the hand, grabbed its middle finger, and effortlessly tore the severed hand off. Then, using Abruptly Stop, he suspended it in midair.

However, it was clear that this hand was still struggling, trying to escape Xiang Beifei’s control. Xiang Beifei brought the hand close to his eyes, and to his surprise, found that the palm of the hand had a mouth and a pair of blue eyes.

"You dogs of the Dao Palace, may you die a horrible death!" The mouth on the severed hand let out a low growl.

Xiang Beifei was taken aback and said, "What kind of race is this? A big-hand monster?"

Li Qianluo carefully examined the severed hand, then reached out to poke its finger, saying, "I don’t quite remember, let me think. Seems like it’s the Clone Tribe!"

"What kind of race is the Clone Tribe?" Xiang Beifei had learned about many races in the Edge Corner Airspace, but he hadn’t heard of this one.

"It’s a long-lost race that’s very unique, with incredibly tenacious vitality. Look, they can concentrate all their life force into one hand, one head, or organs like an ear. In short, as long as their body isn’t completely destroyed, as long as there’s a tiny piece of flesh left, they can survive in that piece of tissue."

Li Qianluo explained, then said questioningly, "This race is quite special. Even if their divine soul is torn after reaching the Immortal Realm, they can survive with just divine soul fragments. But I remember they were supposedly extinct."

"Bah! You rodents! You annihilated my clan, I swear to avenge this blood debt!" The severed hand roared in grief and indignation.

But before Xiang Beifei could say more, a red light suddenly emanated from the blood soil below, landing on the severed hand!

Crash!

The severed hand was instantly pulled away.

"Ah, just you wait! I hate it! Why did I trust that traitor of the Houtu Tribe back then!"

The severed hand let out a painful wail, subjected to the constant force of the red light, and was dragged down, pulled back into the blood soil again, while the blood soil that Xiang Beifei had just dug out was covered over once more, and the angry curses of the severed hand disappeared.