How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 271 Waiting for an Opportunity
Lang Xing knew that the way he devoured a large amount of divine power had already attracted the attention of Huang Hu and other demons.

But he didn't care too much. On the one hand, it was because this opportunity to quickly improve his cultivation was so rare. On the other hand, even if he gave up the divine power he obtained in a low-key manner, would it be safer in a team composed of strangers?

The correct choice is to show your fangs appropriately, and tell everyone that before you take action against me, think clearly about the price you have to pay.

Putting it between countries is called strategic deterrence.

A wise man once said that if peace is sought through compromise, peace will perish; if peace is sought through struggle, peace will survive.

Blindly obstinate is not called steady, that is cowardly.

Lang Xingchong smiled at the monsters behind him. Most of the monsters responded with a good grin. The saber-toothed tiger nodded. As for Huang Hu, he swallowed a lot of divine power and closed his eyes to reflect on it, so there was no unnecessary reaction.

The effect is good.

"The high priest is trapped in the Bison Valley, and the special priest's hometown is there. The high priest has summoned the special priest before, but his soul bell has not responded yet, which means that the high priest's life is safe for the time being. He probably asked for the protection of the special priest."

"But when the high priest's divine power is exhausted, the special servants will no longer provide protection, and the [-] Yan army that surrounded the bison valley will enter in an instant, and the high priest and the tribal warriors who follow him will no longer be able to survive."

"This time, I don't bring tribal warriors with me. Once there is a change, the warriors will take the rest of the tribe to the north and return to the Shanrong tribe."

Ignoring the old shamans whispering, Sauron led the team, with more than thirty shamans, the lowest level of cultivation, the higher the foundation building, seven or eight monsters, and the lowest level of cultivation was Diao who was in the realm of the elementary demon king. The demon plunged into the primeval forest and headed northeast.

The shamans formed a character formation, surrounded the monsters in the center, the bells on their ankles shook silently, and the gray fog enveloped the team of four or fifty people, erasing the movement of their march.

Although everyone walked through the woods, their speed was only half a minute slower than Jiayun's under the gray fog. The monsters had special supernatural powers, and they used them on their own to minimize the traces of the march.

When Lang Xing heard the names of Techushi and Bison Valley, his heart moved. He thought for a moment, then slipped quietly to Huang Hu's side, and said with a simple and honest smile:
"Big monster, we are destined to go together, when we first met, you misunderstood me as a traitor, and I haven't explained it to you alone!"

I don't know what the next battle will look like, and judging by the posture of this kid absorbing divine power, it is obvious that he is following suit.

Who knows which unborn old guy is standing behind the superficial demon king!
He also didn't want to make the relationship tense. Seeing that Lang Xing took the initiative to give in, he put down his airs and chatted with Lang Xing.

When the speed of the gray fog slowed down, Sauron signaled to keep quiet, and Lang Xing asked before finishing the chat:
"I haven't asked the big monster's name yet! I will have to ask the big monster for advice in the future."

Huang Hu smiled complacently, revealing his dagger-like fangs.

"It is often said in the world that the strongest of all armies is General Huben Zhonglang. When I was a little demon, the demon king said that I was born at Yin's time, so I took Yin as my surname. Now all the monsters who are familiar with me call me General Yin!"

Lang Xing secretly sighed in his heart, as expected, the special officer and General Yin have it, but he doesn't know where Mr. Xiong Shan is at this time.

"General, do you know Shuangcha Ridge?"

"Haven't heard of it? What kind of geomantic omen is this?"

"Uh... It's okay, it's okay, I must have remembered wrongly."

……

In the middle of a huge canyon, the wrinkles on the face of a shaman holding a bone staff look like thousand-year-old bark. He looks up to the sky.

Outside the pale blood-colored mask, several teams of Yin soldiers in golden armor flew past from time to time. The mountains and forests on both sides of the canyon were like seaweed washed by the tide, and the green fell in pieces.

Thousands of Yan soldiers wielded knives and axes, cut down trees and tied them into watchtowers.Suddenly, a huge boulder weighing hundreds of catties rolled down from the top of the mountain, and it was about to smash into a pair of soldiers.

At the very moment, a young general in white robes rushed straight to the boulder, and with a spear in his hand, the boulder seemed to lose weight, and it hit the bloody mask above the canyon.

As soon as the boulder touches the edge of the mask, it feels like it has experienced tens of millions of years of weathering in an instant. The surface is pitted and crunchy.

The movement on the mask caused a violent reaction in the depths of the canyon. A group of bull-headed men panted angrily, brandished axes and stepped on the ground. Bursts of earth-attribute aura were driven into the peaks on both sides of the canyon by the cow monsters.

More violent shaking came out, and more boulders rolled down from the mountain, and the Yan soldiers and the bull monsters began to scold each other from the air.

A golden light flickered behind many officers, and figures with faint incense power appeared in the air. These officers seemed to be blessed by mysterious power, and they were able to float in the air for a short time. louder.

Right now, there are cow demons who can't hold back their temper and want to rush out of the canyon, so that these lifeless humans will have a taste of the heart and liver!
The worry on the face of the old shaman was even worse. Beside him was a [-]-foot-tall strong man with red eyes, his bulging muscles trembling, and his tattoos looked like rolling snakes with scales.

"High Priest! Otherwise, let's take advantage of the irritable behavior of the bull demons and rush out!"

The old shaman didn't know what he was searching for, and he snorted softly without looking back.

"The special officer was able to occupy the Bison Valley, and his subordinates were able to raise this group of bull monsters, because he acted according to the rules. Although I don't know who is the big monster behind him, the monks of the Yanling Sect did not destroy the Bison Valley, but It also has a lot to do with his never taking the initiative to attack human monks."

Near the stone platform where the high priest stood, the restless voice of the bull demon caused confusion among the remaining tribe warriors who were resting on the ground.

The noise of the moose was mixed with tired gasps and moans of pain. The injuries that could have been healed by the high priest with a wave of the bone staff were not much left after being enshrined to the divine power of the special priest.

They can only let the wounded soldiers resist with their own bodies.

These voices mixed together, there is a kind of sadness, a kind of inexplicable solemnity and sadness.

"The Yanling Sect doesn't respect the secular kingship. The monk sect and the city god priests, on the surface, the well water does not interfere with the river water, but the city god's power and influence are getting higher and higher. These years, they are not even satisfied with recruiting Yin soldiers after the death of the human race. They have begun to recruit in the name of temple blessings. Cultivate the seeds."

"This is to break the foundation of the monks!"

After the high priest gloated, he wanted to reach out and pat the strong man on the shoulder.

The strong man immediately half-knelt down, making his shoulders exactly at the same height as the high priest's arms.

"Hata, we have to wait. We have to wait for the Yan soldiers outside to make mistakes. We have to wait for an opportunity. I have a hunch that this opportunity is not far away."

After nightfall, a middle-ranked Golden Elixir of the Yanling Sect appeared at the gate of the Yan State Army camp outside the Bison Valley.

"I want to see the general of the Yan army, and I have important information about the extreme northern wilderness to report!"

(End of this chapter)