How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 264
The shaman, who had already lost half of his body, did not die immediately. The blood spurted out of his remaining body was like a spring, and the reaction force changed the direction of flying backwards. He grabbed the panicked moose tightly with one hand, and uttered a spell in his mouth,
The two began to blend together strangely.

Like water and milk, the remnant body has no muscles and bones, like a flesh worm, writhing from the face of the moose into the body.

Deer's eyes, deer's mouth, nasal cavity... All the holes are filled with nematode-like flesh and blood, and the deer's skin peels off automatically. After a while, the deer's mouth is stretched open by a pair of white and smooth arms, and a shaman like a shaman is squeezed out of it. A handsome man with light black mucus on his bare skin.

Disgusting, scary and alive.

The vitality of the shamans is unexpectedly strong.

"My natal beast!"

The rebirth of the shaman was at the cost of the death of the natal beast, and the new body threw itself on the moose carcass, crying loudly and stuffing raw meat into its mouth.

The white and tender skin aged and turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few breaths, it reverted to the lean old wizard before merging with the moose.

The moose under the other wizards snorted restlessly and stomped on the ground. The ground shook violently, revealing several hideous cracks.

The wizards glared at Lang Xing, and quickly shook the bell on their arms with both hands, and the rustic air rose up, turning into a sandstorm surging in the forest, and attacking Lang Xing.

The corpse demon puppet released surging corpse energy, trying to block the sandstorm, but the earth attribute aura in the sandstorm was extremely strong, after a short pause, it broke through the barrier of corpse energy and continued to charge.

Lang Xing swung the ax with one hand, and pinched the magic formula with the other. The white wolf dharma appeared behind Lang Xing, the spirit pattern on the upper part of the demon core flickered, and the throbbing in the depths of the blood came. The phantom of Wuzhiqi, the water god, appeared around the Faxiang.

Little rain technique!

The water spiritual energy in the air gathered in an instant, and under the blessing of the water system's heaven and earth rules, the torrential rain poured down continuously, suppressing the sandstorm in an instant.

The shaman was shocked, and the wizard reborn from the moose exclaimed in disbelief:
"How could a sandstorm summoned with the power of a mountain god be destroyed by ordinary magic powers!"

Sauron raised his arms and signaled the shamans to be calm, his face was filled with joy, the hostility disappeared instantly, and he suddenly said:

"This spirit, I don't want to hurt you, but I need you to keep the secrets of our Ewen tribe before the tribal battle is won."

"I sense the aura of the ancient gods of the water system in you. Are you willing to accept the kindness and offerings from the Echun Department and become our guardian demon god for the time being?"

A little light from his fingertips slowly floated towards Lang Xing, and the original demon soul in Lang Xing's sea of ​​knowledge jumped excitedly, as if seeing a peerless delicacy, the dharma was separated from the body, and he couldn't wait to swallow the light.

On the surface of the demon elixir, a short trace of the spirit pattern of earth belonging to the rules of heaven and earth was instantly formed!

Huang Hu, who was struggling to attack the mask of the formation, sensed the change here, and glanced at the aura that Lang Xing had swallowed just now. He was stunned for a moment, and then shouted angrily:
"This guy's origin is unknown, I asked you to capture him, are you all deaf?"

Taking advantage of the moment when he was distracted, Jing Qihan immediately took over the control of the formation, and the entire mask buzzed, and one-third of the spirit crystal was consumed instantly, leaving only a small part of the spiritual energy at the bottom, and a streak rose from the top of the mask. The colorful beam of light attacked Huang Hu with a power not weaker than Sanxian's full blow.

Ow—

Huang Hu didn't notice for a while, he didn't expect the Taoist priests of the Yanling sect to be so decisive, daring to launch an attack at the cost of the rapid consumption of spirit crystals.

Although he tried his best to avoid the vital parts, the spiritual domain was hit by the multicolored beam of light, turning into clouds of colorful clouds and disappearing.

The Yellow Tiger Demon Immortal Spirit Realm has been broken!

Sauron looked at Lang Xing with piercing eyes, and said without raising his head: "Although the strength of this elf is temporarily weaker than yours, he has received a complete inheritance from an ancient god of the water system. Supernatural powers are almost equivalent to the existence of the water god. He is an elf on the side of the ancient gods, and he is definitely not a demon from the Taoist sect."

"If Mr. Bai Nacha knew about his situation, he would be very happy. He accepted the offering from the Ewen tribe. According to the tradition of the ancient gods and the demon clan, we cannot take action against him."

"During the enshrinement period, unless you have the permission of Master Bai Nacha, the demon gods enshrined by the same tribe cannot fight among themselves."

"Of course, if the sacrifice is over, you are free and can attack any creature you want, just like you did a hundred years ago."

A trace of resentment flashed in Sauron's eyes, showing some faint hostility towards Huang Hu.

"Your natal beast is the cub born by the moose demon a hundred years ago! Back then, your tribe was forced to go five thousand miles away from Yishui by the Yicheng City God of Yan State. If I hadn't swallowed the moose at a critical moment, it would have exploded for you! The tribe resisted the Yin soldiers of the city god, and you have already become slaves of Yan State!"

He knew in his heart that the hunting tribes in the mountains and wastelands such as the Ewen tribe, the Shanrong tribe, the Guzhu tribe, and the Lingzhi tribe were called barbarians by the princes of the Middle Earth, and they fought against the Yan Kingdom for years.

Except that the Shanrong tribe is in the extreme northern wilderness and does not directly border the Yan Kingdom, but instead took the opportunity to annex the fugitives of other barbarian tribes, and their power has grown. They can only huddle in the primeval forest of Beiyuan Mountains and linger on their last days.

However, the ancient gods believed by the barbarian tribes were mostly natural gods before the Battle of the Conferred Gods, and quite a few of them were ancient monster races who had mastered the laws of heaven and earth in certain fields.

That Bai Nacha, who can communicate with him by blood, shows that he must have the blood of the ancient tiger clan in his body.

If I want to go further, I can only cooperate with these shamans who believe in animism and "beast master worship".

"Wait until this tribal war is over..." Before Huang Hu finished speaking, his body was shaken violently, his eyes were red, and he released the berserk spell on himself. The appearance, the dharma appearance is attached to the surface of the truth, and it roars to the sky.

"Break it for me!"

The fierce tiger descended the mountain, the flesh and spirit united, and the yellow tiger slammed into the mask of the formation.

The mask is deeply recessed inward, and all the remaining spiritual energy in the spirit crystal pours into the mask to keep the mask stable.

Huang Hu didn't hesitate to consume the power of the Dharma, and the tiger's claws, which were several feet in size, struck three times in a row, the force was like ocean waves, superimposed layer upon layer.

The spiritual energy in the spirit crystal was exhausted and turned into white ashes. The mask flickered twice, like a torch under a heavy rain, extinguished at noon.

"Junior Brothers, the time has come for me to dedicate myself to the sect. Even if I die here, the Patriarch of the Heaven Realm will discuss with the King of Hades of the Ten Temples, and reincarnation and recultivation may not fail to achieve a positive result!"

"Hurry up and bring the news here back to the sect!"

Jing Qihan's eyes flashed fiercely, the energy and spirit of his whole body merged with the flying sword in his hand, and an extremely weak wave of spiritual energy appeared in front of him.

A moment later, the wave speed increased, Huang Hu's face changed drastically, his arrogance no longer appeared, he forcibly turned around, trying to avoid it.

The sword of man is one, and the sword is fed by the body.

The sword cultivator's method of burning the golden core to die together!
The remaining Taoist priests turned into four sword lights with sorrow in their eyes, and fled away...

(End of this chapter)