How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 282 Ambush Again
In the fir forest, when the thin white tiger stood in front of Sauron, a thick gray mist rose from the body of the high priest, and a dead air appeared on the old face.

The torch is passed on, and the oil is exhausted.

A trace of sadness flitted across Sauron's heart, which was quickly washed away by the joy brought about by the increase in strength.

The gray mist is the soul power accumulated by the high priest, and it is the carrier that can carry the divine power of the mountain god. The gray mist builds a passage between the thin tiger and Sauron, and the shadow of the tiger gets smaller and smaller, getting closer to the center of Sorin's eyebrows, and finally turns into a totem pole. Exactly the same tiger pattern.

The high priest's aura quickly declined, and after losing his miraculous power, he had already turned into a dying man.

Sauron's aura continued to rise, approaching the high-level golden core cultivation base, and he was only a hair away from becoming a fairy-level priest.

It's just that the bone staff that transmits divine power was reduced to powder during the offensive and defensive battle of Bison Valley, and Sauron was unable to directly reward other shamans with divine power.

After the transfer of power is completed, the shamans who supported Sauron should have a share of the fruits of victory.

Seeing the eager gazes of the shaman and the remaining warriors in front of him, Sauron waved his hands triumphantly, dismantled the camp in the fir forest, and headed towards the Ewen village.

The totem pole there can replace the role of the bone staff.

Lang Xing was far behind Sauron and his party. Just now, the sound of the tiger howling came, and the blood of the sky demon throbbed. It was the breath of the blood of the white tiger, an ancient divine beast. Although it has been passed down for many generations, it has become extremely weak. But for Sanxian and below, it is still a treasure.

Yet another reason to loot.

Since becoming a wolf demon, Lang Xing's greatest pain has been his stance and camp. He killed people and devoured monsters. He hunted demons in the North Sea and killed Buddhas in the mountains.

Except for a few idle chess pieces and the second player of Journey to the West, he almost only lives for himself, and only works hard for his own cultivation. To a certain extent, he is a selfish person.

Who is the enemy?Who are friends?
This slightly hypocritical question has often appeared in Lang Xing's mind recently.

The way of heaven is not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs, who is the spokesperson of the way of heaven?
Sanqian's psychic powers are very concealed, unlike the detection of divine consciousness, which is easy to be discovered. The blood of the sky demon also has inexplicable perceptions. Lang Xing quickly analyzes the strength of both sides through the information from Sanqian and the blood of the sky demon. Compared.

Dangerous, but not without chance.

They cannot be allowed to return to the Ewen village. After Sauron has fully grasped the secret agreement, the odds of winning will be minimized.

When Sanqian confirmed that there were no other demons within a thousand miles, Lang Xing no longer hesitated, and leaped forward, closing the distance with Sauron at an astonishing speed!

The remnants of the Ewen Department were already frightened. Once they realized something was wrong, the first reaction was that the Yan army came chasing and killing them. They didn't know that the buffalo demon and immortal special officer, after they broke through, completely defeated the remaining Yan army.

Like a taut bowstring, it was torn apart again by a huge force, and a gap was broken in the tribal warrior's mind.

meow

In the chill atmosphere, a sharp cat meow suddenly sounded, making Sauron feel unreal.

Could it be that the cat demon attacked them?

In the next moment, the six-foot-tall Nine-Tailed Cat Pot appeared in the air, and the three thousand bodies lay on top of the Cat Pot's head. At ten o'clock, the aura radiated all around.

Set up quickly!
The tribal warriors behind Sauron had experienced battles for a long time, and their reaction was not unpleasant. They used the spears in their hands as javelins, and stabbed at Sanqian with the sound of piercing the air.

At this moment, a thick white mist rose up, the phantom of the cat's soul disappeared in a flash, and changed its direction instantly, and the spears fell into the air one after another.

The three thousand cats' faces were tense, and the formation of the cloud and mist barrier was completed in an instant.

She urged the formation with all her strength, regardless of the violent shaking of the formation flag, and did not hesitate to damage the formation, in exchange for the maximum effect, and instantly completed the battlefield division.

"I can only hold on for fifty breaths! Quick!"

According to Lang Xing's instructions, Sanqian played the role of the command center on the battlefield with the help of formations.

The cloud formation was divided into three parts, the ordinary tribal fighters were trapped by Sanqian's ecstasy.

Seven or eight shamans other than Sauron approached each other, chanting words, all kinds of beast souls morphed out, constantly impacting the cloud and mist formation, corpse demons flashed into the arena, burning corpses into the sky, and rolled towards the shamans.

There are many shamans, and as soon as they fight against each other, the zombie monsters are at a disadvantage, but with the help of formations, he is not afraid of death, his body is hard, and he often trades injuries for moves, barely holding back the demons who are more numerous than himself. Multiple enemies.

The winner is in the middle of the battlefield.

Sauron has not yet fully adapted to the power of Mi Qi, just like a poor man who is used to frugality, suddenly won a tens of millions of dollars, and wants to quickly allocate and mobilize the suddenly increased power, which is somewhat difficult.

When the surrounding white mist blocked his vision, the tribal warriors and shaman disappeared behind him in an instant. He released his consciousness with all his strength, but found that his consciousness was also restricted by the white mist.

Sauron is also a man of determination. He has experienced the decline of the tribe. He has just taken over the position of high priest at this time.

The gray mist formed a cocoon, he first protected himself, his hands formed seals, his eyebrows flashed, obviously he was planning a powerful trick.

Lang Xing slammed down the spirit-eating ax in his hand, his body flashed past the white mist, and then disappeared instantly. With the help of the spirit boots under his feet, it cooperated with the almost perfect strength of the second layer of Tianyao's forging body.

Ghostly in shape, amazing in speed
The ax shadow shines brightly!

The demon light ax with a width of about five feet struck Sauron heavily from the sky.

puff--

Sauron's face turned pale, and he felt like he was hit by a battering ram carried by the Yan army's thousand-man team. A stream of blood surged from his chest, and he couldn't suppress it. His body shook, and blood spurted out. out.

How can a shaman who is fighting in close quarters and refining his soul power and supernatural power be Lang Xing's opponent!

Sauron didn't know who his opponent was, but he recognized the form instantly. Under the strong demonic aura, the power of the hidden person far surpassed himself.

The gray mist cocoon was split open with a huge crack, blocking the blow of the axe.

His handprints stopped changing, and the white tiger shadow between his brows leaped out. His blood-chilling murderous intent swept towards Lang Xing like a howling wind in the forest!

"Let's see the power of the mountain god! It's impossible to treat Ewenbu as a fat sheep that anyone can bite!"

The physical strength of the enemy is much stronger than that of Sauron, but he also has a sense of self-confidence. He controls the phantom of the white tiger to scroll the surrounding soil spiritual power. Feeling the power several times stronger than before, he smiled happily:
"Since it took a lot of effort to set up the formation, and the ax just now failed to kill with one blow, then it must not have entered the immortal rank. I am almost half a step away from immortality. Let's see how long you can last!"

Just as he was imagining the scene where he had no opponent under the Sanxian, and the enemy was scared away by his true strength, suddenly, a wolf howl interrupted his intention.

In front of the phantom of the white tiger, a giant wolf, who was at ease and fearless, emerged from the white mist, and there was a trace of dignity suppressed by the blood on the white tiger.

Sauron's smile froze on his face.

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