How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 289 The Crisis Brought by Daoist Xue Xiao

The matter of the horse demon actually touched Lang Xing a lot, but he had a calm personality and kept his expression on his face. Under Fan Tong's urging, he continued to rush to the top of the mountain.

The concentration of spiritual energy around is getting higher and higher. When halfway up the mountain, a bluestone square with a radius of several thousand feet suddenly appeared in front of him. Can't help sighing.

In Journey to the West, there are many gold pills like dog hair.

Fan Tong was a little annoyed and said, "I don't have a mount, so I came a bit late."

This time, Lang Xing turned his attention to the listless demon slaves beside the monks in the square. Most of them turned out their true colors, laying on the ground with blank eyes, and the energetic ones occasionally fought and bit each other, and were soon used by the master. The special magic weapon whip was whipped hard until the fighting stopped, and they lay down obediently.

The roar of beasts with different pitches and ups and downs came from afar. Sanqian's eyes turned red, and she secretly turned her head, using her mana to turn the tears in the corners of her eyes into invisible.

Back then when she was a little demon, she was often beaten and scolded by Taoist boys in Qingcheng Lower Court. The image of her mother, which has been blurred in her memory, was also said to have been sent to Qingcheng Temple by Qingcheng Lower Court, and has never been seen again.

In the northern forest before, after Lang Xing devoured Sauron and retreated, she also tried to inquire about Qingcheng Temple who fled to Nanfangbuzhou, but because she couldn't enter the kingdoms of the Central Earth people, she didn't get any useful information at all.

"You fucking stepped on my balls!"

"Where is it?"

"I said you stepped on my shit!"

"You shit eater!"

……

The roar of the beast did not have any special meaning to the ears of the human race, but to Lang Xing and Sanqian's ears, even though the mounts of the monster race did not use monster words, they could still understand the meaning from the roar of the beast and the movements of the monster slave.

Listening to the familiar Yaozu-style dialogue, Lang Xing patted Sanqian on the shoulder, signaling her to control her emotions, and Sanqian smiled a little.

When the sun was about to set, no more monks came. On the side of the square near the top of the mountain, there was a huge white marble gate with a width of more than [-] feet and a height of more than ten feet. In a flash of inspiration, a beautiful girl appeared out of thin air.

The few freckles on her face did not destroy the coordination of her face, on the contrary, she appeared more lively and lively. The white Taoist robe has obviously been carefully modified to become very slim.

Following her appearance, the square gradually quieted down, not because of her appearance, but because this young girl who looked [-] years old had a higher level of cultivation than all the monks present.

She is a Sanxian.

Then she did something that surprised Lang Xing.

A three-foot-long white jade flute floated in front of her, and the white and rosy green onion jade fingers rested on the hole of the jade flute.

A girl who blows and blows when she comes out...

Lang Xing's slander hadn't ended yet, suddenly his face changed, his whole body was full of monster energy, and there was a tendency to get out of control!
Turning his head to see Sanqian again, his brows were already frowned in pain, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

why!
Why is she blowing and blowing, my evil spirit is out of control!faintly...

"This is Master Xuexiao. This year, she will conduct an entry screening. We are lucky to be able to enjoy this kind of fairy music."

Fan Tong closed his eyes and explained to Lang Xing with some enjoyment.

"What is entry screening, why didn't you tell me!" Lang Xing gritted his teeth and asked word by word.

His demonic aura is incomparably strong, but it seems that he is more affected by the sound of the flute, and a violent destructive impulse surges in his heart. He only feels that this human form is tightly restraining his demonic aura, and he has to transform into his true form and fight a lot to fight. happy.

"Ah! The Fengming Sect has not conducted entry screening for many years. In front of the monks, it is very difficult for the Yaozu to pretend to be mortals who have not practiced. It may be that this time they are recruiting Jindan disciples, and the regular In the special period of fighting with Xi Rong, let Sanxian Xuexiao, the real person, play the song of the demon breeze."

The sound of the girl's flute became more and more urgent, and under her frail figure, she actually blew out the aura of a golden and iron horse, making the monks present want to use their swords to fly into the air and sweep away all the evil spirits in the world!

The girl's bright eyes scanned the field, and the abnormality of the three thousand people beside her became more and more obvious. The divine power used to disguise the evil spirit in Lang Xing's body was rapidly depleting, and Fan Tong was muttering something.

"Realist Xue Xiao was rated as one of the ten beauties of the Fengming School by the public. Poetry, painting, music and swords are the four best, and music can only be ranked third. I don't know how amazing the skills of poetry and painting are!"

Like a flash of lightning across his mind, he remembered the booklet "Top Ten Beauties of the Fengming School" that he had read during this period. At that time, he even complained that this Xiuxian Xuexiao was just a side job, and his biggest hobby was sorting out poems and books. , Painting.

She is simply a literary young woman in the cultivation world.

The distance between Xue Xiao's gaze and Lang Xing's was getting closer and closer. All the monks who had looked at him straightened their chests, trying to make a good impression. A few young men who lacked concentration kept secretly looking at her waist limb.

Lang Xing only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the strong dizziness brought by his brain's rapid thinking made him almost unsteady. It is difficult to get out of the whole body.

He tried his best to control his mind, his brain was like a chip overloaded with a large-capacity game, constantly rummaging through the memory fragments for useful solutions, overthrowing them one by one in an instant.

Xue Xiao, literature and art, poetry, distraction...

Like a keyword search, you can find a useful little bit in a huge amount of information.

There are studies in previous lives that the human brain is only developed by 90.00%, and the remaining [-]% is in a state of being activated. There are even movies that specifically depict the incredible situation that will happen when the brain is developed to [-]%.

Lang Xing is only one step away from becoming a Sanxian. After the Sanxian, as long as he can survive the three calamities and catastrophes, he will hardly age before the five declines of heaven and man, and he can live a thousand years.

The power of the soul of the high-ranking demon king poured into the brain with all its strength, like restarting a machine that has not been used for a long time. From childhood to adulthood in the previous life, all memories have become unprecedentedly clear, even if it is a book that I read inadvertently when I was a child , a picture, a word heard.

As long as I want to recall it, it will become clear as if it happened yesterday.

Just like the rare genius disease in the previous life, hypermemory.

It's not that Lang Xing suddenly developed his brain, he just opened the previously dusty treasure chest with the power of his soul. The original wolf soul is powerful enough to carry this information.

In the human world, this happens occasionally after the golden elixir is consummated. It is called "innate memory". When you reach the innate origin, you are just a physical baby when you are born, and you are a Nascent Soul when you break through the Sanxian.

Lang Xing's memories of more than 20 years in his previous life are such a precious treasure, what a huge database, and the moment before Xue Xiao glanced over, Lang Xing finally thought of a solution!

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