How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 315 Six Armed Demon

Lang Xing calmed down, he first released his consciousness, and quickly flew over the canyon, making sure that there were no other forces ambush in the canyon.

From the beginning to the end, his goal has always been clear. In ancient times, the Demon Emperor could not completely kill Xing Tian. He could only use the seal to wear down his tyrannical vitality, trying to make Xing Tian gradually disappear in the endless years.

Lang Xing is now only a loose immortal cultivation base, even if he can enter the space where Xing Tian is sealed, the instinctive reaction of such a powerful physical body will probably make him unable to bear it.

Therefore, he never expected to gain benefits from sealing Xingtian's location, but planned to secretly take the spiritual treasure of Xingtian ax without attracting everyone's attention, and then slowly accumulate strength.

It is very likely that Sanqian, led by the Chen Bao brothers and sisters, entered the crack in the space where the Xingtian Ax was located.

He suddenly felt a little regretful, afraid that the Chen Bao brothers and sisters would deceive Sanqian and put Sanqian in danger. Although he had tried many times before, Chen Dabao did not have a strong attack method, and Sanqian's nine-tailed cat soul was not easy.

But after all, there was a gap between them, and Lang Xing felt more and more uneasy. He no longer hesitated, and flew away, rushing headlong into the river.

The water escape was seamlessly connected after the wind escape, and there was no splash on the river surface.

As soon as he entered the water, he saw a water demon with a haggard face that looked like a white ape standing in the river. The water demon was six-points similar to Wu Zhiqi, with not much aura in his eyes, his body was like a mummy, and he held a command flag in his arms.

The water demon also saw him at this moment, as if acting on instinct, picked up the command flag and shook it lightly, then summoned the surrounding water system aura, and turned it into a bunch of arrows and flew towards him.

The biological mother of Yuan Dongliu, the eldest son of Water Ape Capital, is the daughter of Wuzhiqi. Lang Xing once devoured her soul, and thus learned the news about Xing Tianaxe.

This water demon should be the pawn left behind by Wuzhiqi.

Lang Xing's demon spirit was lifted, and the arrow stopped a few feet in front of him, but he couldn't advance an inch.

Then a flash of an ax flashed by, and the water monster was split in two in an instant. Lang Xing kept his eyes open and moved forward, and the arrows were smashed into pieces by him.

The light in the water is gradually diminishing, and the bottom of the water is getting darker. Swimming all the way, there is no living thing in this river. Although the mineral vein impurities contained in the water are weakly toxic, but with the aura content of the river, it should breed more poisonous monsters. That's right.

But now, there is nothing at the bottom of the river except for the gods who appeared just now, and not far below, in the waters where the sun cannot reach, there are more gods standing out, densely packed, rubbing shoulders.

The dark red light in the eyes of these gods flashed, and they had no intention of communicating with Lang Xing at all. They mobilized their mana one after another, making the flags shake together, and the pressure in the water suddenly increased a hundred times, as if all the water spirits in the river were squeezing towards him.

Lang Xing charged forward with an axe, without any fear, the giant ax flew, slashing vertically and horizontally, with extreme ferocity, just devouring the body of the giant spirit god, his fighting awareness has further improved, and his understanding of the Tianyao body training formula is even better profound.

Although the Nascent Soul has not yet reached the level of fusion with the demon body, the arms have been able to keep the Nascent Soul and the demon body synchronized for a long time.

Where Lang Xing's huge ax passed, the monster bodies of the god soldiers were split into several sections in an instant, rolling and scattering in the river.

Lang Xing searched for the information about these gods in his memory, and his brows became deeper and deeper. After such a long time, why do these gods whose cultivation level does not exceed Jindan still exist?

An unknown force has taken hold of them...

The more Lang Xing moved downstream, the greater the resistance he encountered. When he first entered the water, the pawns were very fragile, but when they got close to the bottom of the river, the bodies of these pawns were no longer emaciated, but surrounded by a mass of black death. Down, it is extraordinarily majestic, and its combat power is even more impressive.

Suddenly a huge force came from behind Lang Xing, biting
The spirit ax swept across the circle directly, driving the demon body to turn around in an instant, and with a bang, it parried the attacker's weapon.

It turned out to be a long-handled ax condensed from a cloud of black mist.

Lang Xing glanced at him, and saw that the other party was a tall river demon with a strong desire to fight in his eyes.

As soon as they fought, Lang Xing noticed that the opponent's ax technique was exquisite. He seemed to be very good at how to use an axe, and he was often able to judge Lang Xing's intentions in advance.

"Who are you? Do you still have self-awareness?"

Lang Xing was not angry but happy. The ordinary gods sharpened his combat power. Apart from testing his endurance, it was not very useful. This opponent was the whetstone for him to improve his ax technique. He decided to try to communicate with him first. .

The dark red light in the eyes of the axe soldier flickered twice, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't make any sound, and finally made a syllable after a while.

"ax!"

The attack of the pawns became more fierce, and the other remaining pawns seemed to have received a summon or revelation. At the same time, they waved the command flag, turned into a hand ax condensed with water essence, and smashed at Lang Xing.

When Lang Xing saw the strange state of the god soldier, he knew that his efforts to communicate with him were futile. The spirit-eating ax in the water shook violently, and the surface of the ax instantly became thinner, with sharper edges and corners. The junction of the opponent's ax and the long handle.

One hit.

A huge force like a wave was transmitted from the impact to the god pawn, and the water wave shook the god pawn's body together. With the sound of sharp claws tearing flesh, cracks appeared on the god pawn and the long ax in his hand.

In the next instant, the crack suddenly expanded, and then disintegrated into powder-like black particles.

Although the pawn's ax technique has merits, its strength is far inferior to that of Lang Xing.

In one go, Lang Xing moved the ax like the wind, deliberately imitating the ax technique of the gods just now, and gradually comprehended it, and integrated it into his fighting instinct. After a while, he finally smashed all the remaining gods around him.

At the same time, he also discovered that the bodies of these god soldiers had long been decayed, and only an energy similar to the power of the soul supported them.

The source of this power is below, suppressing the spatial fluctuations that Lang Xing is familiar with.

Like the scar on the body of the god of the earth, and like the mouth of a monster like a mountain, it is a long and narrow gap that is one mile long and one hundred feet wide.

The spatial fluctuation and that force formed a strange balance, perhaps this is why no one has discovered this place for so many years.

The core of Lang Xing's dantian inner dojo was filled with white light, and a soft spatial fluctuation enveloped him, forming a special spatial compartment.

He took a few deep breaths, jumped forward, and jumped into the gap.

In the boundless darkness, a huge long ax with a length of [-] miles, with runes flashing on its surface, propped up a special space. The long ax was rusted and mottled, torn by the power of endless space, the surface of the ax was full of cracks, and the force collided The resulting vortex is constantly moving in the rift.

A six-armed demon sitting cross-legged under the handle of the ax suddenly opened his eyes, revealing red eyes filled with fighting intent...

(End of this chapter)