How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 302 Phoenix Fire

Just pretending to be the holy son of the demon clan, and now being approached by King Yurong, Lang Xing almost blurted out "I Cao", and couldn't help but slander.

Is this a drama about the true and false Monkey King in the future?

The red light bombarded the spirit sealing formation, and the spirit veins that had calmed down began to vibrate again. The formation shield covering everyone's heads blocked the red light for a moment before being pierced through a hole several tens of feet in size.
The mid-level Jindan surnamed Pang, who was in charge of guarding Lianqing Mountain, had a look of shock on his face, and only then did he react and hit a magic weapon of tortoise shell.

The edge of the red light rubbed against the golden elixir, and there was no obstacle at all. The tortoise armor and the human figure below instantly vaporized, and there was no chance for the dharma to escape!
Lang Xing was closer to the center of the red light than Pang Jindan, but before King Yurong's bombardment, he had reacted in advance through the warning of the cracked eagle. Flee to the edge of the red light.

Seeing that he would be affected by the red light no matter what, Lang Xing's stern expression flashed past, and the evil gang gathered above his head, resembling a black shield.

The muscles in his arms swelled, and an awe-inspiring force was generated out of thin air. He almost didn't gather any momentum at all, and fixed the evil shield into the air!

At the edge of the red light, the evil gang quickly melted away, and then a mass of black light exploded, filling the surroundings.

However, Lang Xing took advantage of this respite, and moved tens of feet away with extremely sharp movements, showing his master-level power control ability.

"Three thousand! Fellow Daoist Pang!"

Lang Xing's eyes were red, and his voice sounded like resentment, "Guan Luo, how can such a powerful demon help the remnants of Xi Rong! My sister and Pang Daoyou are killed!"

When the evil gang exploded, Sanqian took the opportunity to use the body shrinking technique, transformed into a thumb-sized cat demon, restrained his breath, hid in Lang Xing's robe, and escaped by feigning death.

Luo Biqiao was even more speechless, most of King Yu Tamarin's attack was carried off by her. At this time, her mana was vain, her throat was sweet, and blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and she had already suffered internal injuries.

Fortunately, the powerful red light attack by the golden monster just now seems to have paid a considerable price. He let out a huge roar, which shocked all the creatures on Lianqing Mountain, as if declaring that he is the master of this area .

He leaped down from the air, and the Xirong warriors gushed out blood and energy, gathering on the phantom. The phantom seemed to have an entity, and it fell heavily on the ground. It beat the ground violently with its fists, as dull as beating a drum. The sound shook the rocks and kept beating.

The formation flags on the spiritual vein nodes burst open one by one. Although Luo Biqiao is a woman, she became more and more calm in times of crisis, "You each guard one of the remaining formation flags. Even if you are desperately consuming the source, you must stabilize the spiritual vein !"

The remaining seven or eight golden elixirs knew in their hearts that relying on the spirit sealing formation, they still had a glimmer of hope of surviving. If the formation was broken, the Sanxian still had the possibility of escaping, and they would definitely die. Needless to say, Luo Biqiao had already found each other. The key spiritual vein node was opened, and his own mana was poured into the formation flag.

The hole on the outer mask of Lian Qingshan finally stopped expanding, and even showed a tendency to shrink inward, but Xirong warriors poured in from the gap in the formation like a tide!

"Fellow Daoist Lang, it's time to use that treasure! Help me defend the formation!"

Luo Biqiao took out the talisman that sealed the phoenix feather, flicked her fingers repeatedly, and the mighty mana flowed into the talisman. The color of the phoenix feather talisman became brighter and brighter, and the sound of her chanting became more and more urgent.

At this point in the battle, Lang Xing could already judge that the combat power of King Yu Tamarin's avatar was almost the same as that of ordinary earth immortals. Weak power!
Lang Xing's eyes flickered, and a hostility rushed up in his chest.

He is a fusion of the human soul and the wolf soul of the previous life, and he is still unwilling to kill the human races of the Middle Earth countries, but he knows that the descendants of these Xirong people dressed in foreign races will be like food for thousands of years in the next thousand years. Like rotting animals, whenever the Han people in China are weak, they will take the opportunity to pounce on them and take a few bites.

This is the case for the tragic experiences of the Five Husbands in China and the Huns' invasion of the South in the future.

Killing them, Lang Xing has no psychological barriers!
"All the ancient gods believed by the Xirong tribe have surrendered to me. Human monks, quit the territory that does not belong to you. I can spare you from dying!"

The hole in the light wall returned to only four to five feet in size, and the golden giant ape grabbed the edge of the hole with both hands, trying to squeeze into the spirit sealing formation.

The Xirong people who rushed into the formation were shrouded in a strange divine light, which was very similar to the buff spell released by the Ewen shaman before.

These ancient gods believed by the northern minorities in Nanfangbuzhou are the monster races with ancient blood who gave up their status as monster races and used the beliefs of the human race to transform themselves into inhuman existence.

The crowd was turbulent, Lang Xing stood like a rock behind the hole in the light wall, no longer suppressed the desire to kill in his chest, and the corpse puppet flashed from behind.

He straightened his figure, and before the hole was broken, a gust of wind was blown up, and the fire took advantage of the wind, and the phoenix essence fire instantly rose, and then flew towards the Xirong people.

He himself secretly used the third layer of the Heavenly Demon Body Training Art, holding a spirit-eating axe, and using only his physical strength, to stop the crowd!
The phoenix fire consumes the divine radiance of the Xirong people. Hundreds of Xirong warriors screamed and wanted to cross Lang Xing and destroy the formation flag. He held an ax in front, and every time his feet bounced, it would inevitably bring a violent explosion , the light of the ax breaks through the light of divinity, and if it touches it, it will cause death or injury!

The corpse demon puppet looks like a ghost, and it appears and disappears outside the phoenix fire, preventing the sporadic Xirong people from rushing out of the flames. Whenever Lang Xing finishes killing, the corpse demon will spew out corpse fire to refine the corpses of the Xirong people , to replenish one's own corpse energy.

"Overestimate yourself! Get out!" Seeing that the Xirong soldiers rushing into the formation were blocked by Lang Xing and his party, King Yutamon shouted angrily, stopped tearing the damaged part of the light wall with both hands, and stretched out through the hole with one arm , the huge ape arm grabbed Lang Xing head-on.

"Be careful! The phoenix fire is the guide, help me!" Luo Biqiao was just ready to trigger the magic talisman, when she saw this thrilling scene, she hurriedly reminded her. In her opinion, Lang Xing had just advanced to the rank of Sanxian. Being able to persist until now has exceeded his expectations.

No wonder Senior Sister Xuexiao fell in love with him at first sight. In times of crisis, a man who dared to stand in front of a woman to protect him, that woman wouldn't be tempted?
Walking among the crowds, Lang was not stingy about expending his energy at the beginning, but after he had killed countless Xirong soldiers who rushed forward, the recovery speed of his strength had caught up with the exhaustion, and he began to think like a miser. Focusing on one's own strength, it is no longer a one-force reduction of ten times, but trying to use the minimum power consumption to exert the most powerful attack power!

The huge ape arm occupied the entire field of vision, the essence and blood in Lang Xing's body burned crazily, and the werewolf Yuanying rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness and half-fused with the demon body!
　Thanks for the 500 point reward from the cheap and cute old Huang.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)