How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 269 Under the Totem Pole
In the Xanadu hidden in the primeval forest, a waterfall about [-] feet wide pours down. It is a hundred times more spectacular than the certain fruit waterfall in the tourist attractions I have seen in the previous life. The rising water vapor is refracted by the sun, and the sky is covered with several rainbows.

Fresh fruits on the trees, children laughing and chasing, weird bats that look like prehistoric pterodactyls... If it weren't for the fact that there are almost no mature men in the tribe, this place is like a paradise in the dreams of primitivists.

It's like coming to another civilization.

Lang Xing rode on the moose, looked up, and occasionally reached out to pick a fruit from the branches above his head, and the branches magically retracted into the giant tree branches and crowned the wooden house.

The yellow tiger swooped down from the top of the waterfall, causing the children in the tribe to scream in surprise. The daughters either hugged the children, lest they would offend the demon gods, or knelt on the ground devoutly, facing the center of the tribe. A pillar tens of feet high worships piously.

Various patterns are depicted on the surface of the pillars in a simple and boundless way. At the top is a huge white tiger looking around. The posture of pouncing makes the white tiger seem to come alive.

Lang Xing was shocked.

In front of Qingqiu Mountain, he used to carve stone statues to improve his understanding of the body training techniques he practiced. Because he has a certain understanding and experience of the carved objects, the stone statues he carved are still in the space of the dojo. Completely realistic style, as if his demon body was instantly petrified.

But now looking at the statue of the white tiger on the pillar, the message conveyed by a few freehand lines is more than a hundred times more than the stone statue that Lang Xingqiu must show.

It seems that he learned a lot in an instant. Thinking about it carefully, the white tiger statue is like an ordinary thing, and no new supernatural powers have been generated in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Tian Yao forged the body as if he had found something to compare with, and the few levels that he couldn't figure out before were easy to understand in an instant.

He jumped off the back of the moose and bowed sincerely to the statue twice.

"Boy, are you scared by Master Bai Nacha's totem pole?"

Huang Hu absorbed his supernatural powers, leaped lightly, and covered a distance of several tens of feet. He shook off the water vapor from the waterfall stuck to the tiger's fur, and asked Lang Xing.

"After being moved many times, the connection between this pillar and Master Bai Nacha is getting weaker and weaker. As long as you don't pee under the pillar, unless the shaman is willing to use the divine power stored in the totem pole, this pillar is an old object That's all."

With the return of Sauron, the tribe was like a giant awakened from sleep, and it became lively again. The warriors returned to a row of tree houses, and some women entered the tree houses with food. More women.

After a while, the strange, high-pitched, painful, and joyful female voice mixed with various emotions almost overwhelmed the roar of the waterfall's water hitting the bluestone.

The children were still playing around under the tree, and several old witches with stooped bodies shook the bells in their hands and danced unknown dances, muttering words.

There's a raw, wild beauty to it all at sunset.

"War requires soldiers to leave as many children as possible as soon as possible. Our etiquette rules are no less than those of the princely states in Middle Earth who claim to be civilized. We just abide by the way of life passed down by our ancestors." Sauron explained lightly. .

He brought Lang Xing and others to the foot of the totem pole. More than a dozen shamans sat in a circle, posing in weird kneeling postures. Gray mist emerged from all the bells on the wrists, ankles, and hair tips. As if the gate of hell had been opened, the mist turned into human and animal souls, swaying and flying around the totem pole.

Bits of divine power floated out from the pillar, and the souls became more and more solid. When the soul's dantian flickered a little, it would return to the bell.

The bell rang, and the shaman twitched like an electric shock, his breath gradually recovered, and the strength of individual shamans would increase permanently when they went online.

After obtaining Sauron's permission, Lang Xing stretched out his wolf claws, held the smallest bit of divine light, and sucked it into his nasal cavity like a firefly.

There is no hidden law, like the product of the mixture of monster energy, soul power, earth power, and spiritual energy. After this light enters the body of Lang Xing's monster, it turns into abundant monster energy before it reaches the lung lobes. In the body.

What kind of state will Bai Nacha's local area maintain his power?

Weird shaman, weird way of cultivation.

"Two hours of rest, after the shamans recovered, we set out to rescue the high priest."

Sauron placed Lang Xing and Huang Hu on two huge stone piers near the totem pole.

The patterns on the surface of the stone pier are very similar to totem poles, with a much smaller diameter, like tombstones, densely arranged.

"Every village has a totem pole. These are the pillar bases left in the villages destroyed by Yan State. Although the totem poles were taken away, the pillar bases cannot store the slightest divine power, but sitting on the pillar bases can be better. to communicate with the gods."

"Next, let's wait for the other demon gods, and pay half of the reward to you in advance."

Huang Hu is familiar with these procedures. After all, his cultivation level is higher than Lang Xing's. Lang Xing doesn't want to owe him more favors, so he doesn't want to ask him for everything, so he imitates him and flies to a plinth. Adjust your breath with your legs crossed.

Seeing that he chose a plinth with the same diameter as himself, Huang Hu showed a mocking smile.

I am a Sanxian!You demon king still wants to accept the same offering as me, it will kill you if you look at it!

He was looking forward to the start of the enshrining ceremony. When he participated in a similar ceremony for the first time, he was so drunk that he was shocked by the divine power, and the appearance of peeing his pants was a stain that he would never want to think of in his life.

The thicker the pillar, the faster the divine power received at the same time. If the upper limit is exceeded, no one will die, and at most it will be a reaction such as incontinence.

The bad taste of the ancient gods.

Sauron didn't stop Lang Xing, not because he also wanted to see a joke, but because he felt that if he could hold on for a second longer, the more divine power Lang Xing received, the greater the effect on the next battle.

As for Lang Xing's face, what does it have to do with his Priest Sauron.

Sanqian's small head poked out from Lang Xing's robe, and after entering Nanfang Buzhou, she was more like an ordinary palm cat, hiding on Lang Xing's body, and refused to show her true nature easily.

The cat demon herself couldn't explain why, but she had an instinctive fear of the unknown. Like Lang Xing, she didn't gradually adapt to the suppression of the demon clan in this world, but was a little panicked.

Although he formed a demon pill, he would rather use the body shrinking technique and get into Lang Xing's robe.

"That tiger has some malicious intentions!"

Sanqian reminded that Lang Xing gently stroked the surface of the pillar base with his palm. After encountering Huang Hu, he has been using the soul mist lock consciousness to disguise himself in the sea of ​​consciousness. The part of the soul fog that Lang Xing can control can easily pass through the surface of the pillar base .

The insignificant trace of soul mist is thousands of times smaller than the hair on the fingertips, but the characteristics of the pillar base can already be preliminarily deduced.

He also roughly guessed what kind of show Huang Hu wanted to see.

After a while, four or five shamans crept into the forest, followed by a black-clothed tiger demon holding a sword in both arms. His particularly prominent canine teeth made his head look a bit like a saber-toothed tiger.

The high-level demon king was slightly taken aback when he saw Huang Hu, and he clenched his fist and hit his chest as a salute.

Huang Hu waved his hand. When the saber-toothed tiger passed by Lang Xing, he looked at the plinth under him and twitched the corner of his mouth weirdly. After hesitating for a moment, he chose a plinth that was a quarter smaller than Lang Xing.

Five or six waves of shamans appeared in a row, and only then did Lang Xing know that all the shamans from all the villages in the Ewen region had gathered here, white tigers, leopards, lynx... five or six demon kings were summoned by them .

Huang Hu was the only fairy, no wonder Sauron went to meet him in person.

"All here, let's start!" Sauron cleared his throat.

(End of this chapter)