How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 263 The Shaman
Under the impact of the earth-shattering tiger's roar, the Jindan high-ranking swordsman was the first to bear the brunt, and was dizzy from the shock, and the flying sword under his feet was shaking.

Lang Xing's heart trembled, knowing that the situation had changed, probably the Yanling Sect wanted to ambush the monster enshrined by the Ewen Tribe, but he didn't expect to be accidentally hit by him and exposed in advance.

"The shaman is treacherous! Brothers, hold on, they have mobilized so much power to come here, the frontal battlefield will be defeated sooner, as long as Yi Chengcheng defeats their tribal coalition forces, send the elders to come back immediately!"

The sword cultivators were united in spirit, and at the same time controlled the flying swords, escaped into the mask of the formation where the elementary golden core was, and formed an formation to protect themselves.

"Great Bai Nacha Mountain God, we are here to welcome the Tiger God who is willing to help the tribe, and protect us, the proud children of the mountains, the darlings of nature, and the people who believe in animism!"

The sound of the tiger's roar was getting closer, and Lang Xing had already sensed the existence of the spiritual realm in the sky.

A huge brown-yellow tiger with a length of one hundred feet poked its head out of the clouds. Its big and round head destroyed the ferociousness brought by the sharp tiger teeth. There were several black horizontal stripes on its forehead, which connected in the middle, forming the "king" pattern.

A Siberian tiger as big as a hill!
Lang Xing put away the surprise in his heart, made an instant decision, and simply let Sanqian transform into his true form, shrunk and hid it in his robe.

I lowered my cloud head, and while everyone was attracted by the tiger demon, I rushed into the mountain forest, and the corpse demon restrained its corpse energy, and followed closely behind Lang Xing.

"All the ancient gods that have not been canonized by the heaven are old gods and false gods. I don't know where you came from. It is not easy to cultivate into a demon fairy. Our Yanling sect is one of the eight hundred sects. It is different from the city god who kills demons when he sees them. Anyone who enshrines the Sanqing Spirit Table can become a mountain guardian spirit beast!"

"I am Jing Qihan, the first disciple of the third generation of Yanling Sect, and I can assure you on behalf of the sect!"

The old man with the highest cultivation gained some confidence after entering the mask of the formation. After seeing the tiger demon, he regretted it unceasingly. .

According to his experience, these uneducated barbarians believed in all kinds of strange ancient gods. Although they all mastered certain rules and powers, they were sleeping most of the time.

There are not many divine powers that shamans can borrow, and most of the monster clans that can communicate with them are relatives who have blood relationship with the ancient gods they believe in. Desperate.

"I've been hiding on the border between the two continents for a hundred years, but you bastards are still so sharp-tongued, how can Grandpa be your watchdog?"

"If grandpa was willing to surrender back then, he would have been the mountain guard of your sword cultivator boss Shushan Sect!"

The majestic and majestic yellow tiger turned into a big man with a round face, staring at the big copper bell-like eyes, pointing at Jing Shuihan's nose and yelling continuously.

"Master Tiger God, please kill these evil monks as soon as possible, and then go to rescue the high priest!"

Huang Hu turned his head and stared, a flash of light shot out from the lines of the character Wang between his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice:
"Are you ordering me? Mortal!"

The aura hit the chest of the young wizard on the back of the moose, and he spat out a mouthful of blood first, as if he was in great pain, holding the big horns of the moose tightly with both hands, and barely maintained his figure.

The momentum on his body is not weaker than that of the first-level golden core, but the miraculous power fluctuates. He swallowed the blood in his throat, and still raised his head and shouted into the air:

"I'm not ordering you, but asking you to abide by the ancient contract. Presumably, you have added the spirit pattern of the heaven and earth rules controlled by the great god Bai Nacha to your demon core. After receiving the gift of the great god, you must fulfill your promise."

"Besides, I'm not a mortal, I'm Lord Bai Nacha's citizen, Sauron."

Huang Hu seemed to have remembered some concerns, he snorted softly, and did not continue to attack.

"Sauron, it's better to be more respectful to me next time. It seems that Master Bai Nacha has been asleep for too long, which made you lose the respect you should have for immortals."

"Hurry up and catch the fleeing wolf monster. Since it's not the monster clan invited by your Ewen tribe, it's a Taoist monster! Don't let him spread the news of my attack!"

Huang Hu roared angrily, and a yellow spirit domain about the size of Li Xu spread out from under his feet, he raised his huge iron fist and roared away, hitting the mask of the formation with his fist.

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

Jing Shuihan's face turned cold, and he called his juniors to form a five-element sword array, gathering the strength of five golden core sword cultivators together, and shooting out huge sword glows from time to time.

Huang Hu's fierce and domineering punches fell on the mask of the formation like a storm under the addition of the spiritual domain. The sword light could not penetrate his spiritual domain for the time being. .

But even though the mask kept shaking, the spirit crystal only consumed half of it. If Huang Hu couldn't send out an attack that exceeded the upper limit of the formation mask, if he continued to attack with the strength of his fist like now, he might still use the Yanling faction for a while. Monks have no choice.

"I've been sleeping for several years, grandpa doesn't believe that I won't be able to eat the golden pills of you guys today!"

Huang Hu was furious. The soldiers from the Ewen tribe had already rushed to the mountain not far from him, chanting unknown praises frantically, as if possessed by a demon, and the two strongest fighters among them started to kill each other.

Flesh and flesh were flying, blood was flowing, and an invisible blood flowed from them. As more and more fighters fought each other, the blood gathered like a column and rushed to Huang Hu's back.

Huang Hu seemed to have taken a great tonic, his eyes were red, and he was excited to accelerate the bombardment of the mask of the formation. The power became stronger and stronger every time, and the fluctuation of the mask became more and more violent. Jing Feihan finally changed his face, and he did not hesitate to consume his source. Release the sword glow, trying to cut off the blood.

During the battle in the air, Lang Xing had already rushed to the vicinity of the shaman's encirclement. When Huang Hu's voice came, Lang Xing couldn't help but curse secretly.

On the map he obtained from Hu'a Wu, there are endless forests in the vicinity for thousands of miles, and there is no mark of any force at all. Who would have thought that such an accident had happened as soon as he arrived in Nanfangbuzhou.

Could it be that all places in Nanbuzhou are so complicated and full of struggles?
At Huang Hu's order, the shaman who stopped in front of Lang Xing rushed forward under the leadership of the sorcerer named Sauron, chanting strange words continuously, the tattoos on his face were distorted and deformed, bundled into small The braided hair is automatic without wind, and the bells at the end of the hair are ringing.

The strange voices gathered together, and the aura of the shaman became more and more intense, his eyes turned up, the black pupils disappeared completely, and he only stared at Lang Xing with the miserable whites of his eyes.

"I'm not a monster, I'm just a monster passing by, let me go, let's not mess with each other!"

Lang Xing's hands kept moving, agitating the huge monster energy hidden in the depths of the monster body, and the spirit-devouring ax swung out like a raging sea. The shaman closest to him couldn't dodge, and half of his body was shadowed by the axe. Scratched, screamed and flew upside down.

"Whoever stops me will die!"

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