How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 281 Sublimation of Life
"Why don't we go back to Xiniu Hezhou! Whether it's Beihai Ape Dusi or Yalong Mountain, there is a place for us to stay."

The survival situation of the demon clan in Nanfangbuzhou and Xiniuhezhou is completely different, Sanqian was a little afraid, and persuaded Lang Xing.

"The road of practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. There is still an important opportunity in the east, and you have to take it. If you live in a corner, it will be a slow death."

In the world of Journey to the West, where the decline of the monster clan has become the general trend, before individuals do not have top-level combat power, they cannot stand in the dojo, and they are just castles in the air, unable to withstand the wind and rain.

With your current cultivation base, in the face of real power, we are just slightly stronger ants.

But ants must also have the determination and courage to change their own destiny,

Lang Xing could only bear these pressures by himself, unwilling to let Sanqian know the cruel truth of the Three Realms prematurely.

The high priest of the Ewen tribe, Sauron and others have not left the camp, and they don’t know what they are preparing. Lang Xing already knew from the Zong Taoist that at that time in the Yan army formation, the resurrected priest had persuaded the high priest to send the "Secret Qi" to the high priest. "Pass it to Sauron, let Sauron become a new generation of high priest.

Lang Xing was waiting for an opportunity for Sauron to act alone. In his next journey, he needed a secret to cover up his identity as a monster.

After absorbing the soul body of the priest, the corpse demon puppet has stabilized its cultivation at the middle-level corpse king's consummation stage, further enhancing Lang Xing's combat power.

The essence of flesh and blood wrapped in the auxiliary pill dissipated automatically, and the restriction on the blood nematodes on the auxiliary pill had been resolved. Lang Xing closed his eyes to perceive, and could faintly perceive the position of the tiger demon general Xianyin tens of thousands of miles away.

If he could meet again, the blood of the sky demon fused with the blood of the bloodthirsty nematode would give him a "surprise".

Time passed by little by little, and at the end of summer, the Beiyuan Forest seemed to have some autumnal coolness within a day.

Suddenly, a tiger's roar spread across thousands of miles, tens of thousands of century-old giant trees shook, and the leaves fell down. Then, a second tiger's roar came, and the leaves floating in the air stopped instantly.

The mighty and majestic aura rose up thousands of miles away, shaking the ground, as if to show who is the real master of this forest.

In the few remaining villages in Ewen, all men, women and children, all walked out of the tree house, gathered in front of the totem poles, worshiped devoutly and prayed, and the power of faith invisible to the naked eye was gathered and transmitted through the totem poles, like a holy fire. Melted through the sky and fell into the fir forest.

Lang Xing's eyes were fierce, and he used the earth and stone technique with all his strength to resist the suddenly violent earth-type spiritual power, rushed out of the ground, Sanqian turned into an orange cat, jumped into Lang Xing's armor, and the corpse puppet was captured by Lang Xing Entering the body bag, he himself suppressed his breath to the extreme, turning into a white snow wolf the size of a calf.

The snow wolf has no evil spirit at all, like a lone wolf hunting alone away from the wolves, looking at the fir forest in the distance, his eyes are greedy and longing, and the bloodthirsty eagerness is undoubtedly revealed.

……

After two tiger roars sounded, the extreme northern wasteland.

A huge original hall with half stone walls and half ice blocks.

The door of the main hall was extremely low, and the strong men in fur coats walked to the center of the main hall half embedded in the ground from the stone steps outside the door.

Outside the main hall is an endless snow field. Just after the summer, the sea outside the snow field has frozen. Children sit on dog sleds, chasing and competing with each other. From time to time, a group of tribal cavalry riding a giant wolf that is about ten feet tall gallops by. .

The stone lanterns made of whale fat in the main hall exude a faint fishy aroma, illuminating the surroundings like daytime, and the warmth brought by the lights cannot dispel the severe chill on the face of the high priest of the Shanrong Department.

He sat on a chair made of logs. The long table in front of him was surrounded by shamans from several nearby villages. He touched the tiger skin on the chair and nodded:

"I called everyone here because I saw through the eyes of the wolf god that the Ewen tribe was undergoing the handover ceremony of the high priest. In recent years, the people of the tribe have continued to multiply under the blessing of the great wolf god. , more and more cubs are born, survival in the wilderness is difficult, before this year's cold winter, if you can't get a new hunting ground, the cubs will starve to death, the tribe warriors have no flesh and blood, and can't maintain their own strength."

"Sirius riders also need blood tanks to feed."

"The wolf god is still in the forest near the junction ceremony of the Ewen tribe. He saw a holy beast that may have some blood relationship with him. We need to bring it back and dedicate it to the wolf god."

The high priest knocked on the wooden table, finally set the tone, and said in a stern voice: "Mobilize a wolf cavalry and set off for the northern forest. We will bring the entire north into the belief of the wolf god."

"High Priest, let me take the lead!" A man with a scar on his face from his forehead to the corner of his mouth stood up.

His name is Inte. In terms of personal combat power, he is one of the best among the wolf cavalry. He can use the power of the wolf god that can bear it, and he can even compete with the demon fairy. The body of the fox demon fairy.

Personal strength is tyrannical, but the ability to command wolf cavalry is still a bit lacking. When in battle, he likes to lead the team to charge forward, which is a good thing, and it is also his major weakness.

A good striker, but not a good general.

Relying on his tyrannical personal strength, he was brave and bloodthirsty, and the wolf cavalry under him were also a group of militants, and the other wolf cavalry generals present were unwilling to compete with him for the lead.

Inte often regards himself as the most powerful striker in the Shanrong Department.

The high priest considered for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay! Inte will first explore the details of the Ewen Department, and Tie Xiong will lead a team to outflank from the two wings, ready to respond to Inte at any time."

The iron bear like a hill occupied it excitedly, with a fierce gleam in its eyes, and gladly accepted the order.

All of a sudden, the wolf cavalry of the Shan Rong Department began to mobilize, and they waited for the ready to attack the wolves.

……

Above the fir forest, the air seemed to be boiling suddenly, and the incomparably weird incantation tones of the shamans, like the voices of ghosts and ghosts, converged into piercing screams.

An ordinary thin tiger slowly walked out of the forest. Looking carefully, the thin tiger was not real. The shamans of the Ewen Department fell on the ground, and their spells became more and more urgent and crazy.

There was an indescribable tremor in Sauron's heart, as if his heart was gently brushed by the goddess in his dream, and there were ripples full of temptation. He stared at the hands of the high priest summoning the thin tiger, and shouted excitedly in his heart.

Mi Qi, this skinny tiger is the Mi Qi rewarded by Master Bai Nacha to the Ewen Department!
Facing the excitement of the god's mansion in my belief walking towards me, the uncontrollable spread among the shamans, the excitement is faintly mixed with a trace of fear.

Sauron knew that for him, when the phantom of the thin tiger turned into a mark and merged with him, he would complete a sublimation of the essence of life...

(End of this chapter)