How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 451
Different from the ordinary rebirth of a broken arm, Lang Xing's new arm is no different from the one that was torn off before, and there is no need to re-sacrifice it at all. Even because the life energy released by the Yuan Xue Xuanzhu is too rich, it is stronger than before the injury.

A monster that becomes more courageous and stronger as it fights will be an enemy that no one wants to face.

Lang Xing had a vague guess in his mind that even Xing Tian probably hadn't cultivated the Immortal Body to the highest level of the eighteenth floor, otherwise, after the Immortal Body was completed, rebirth from a drop of blood would be nothing but leisure.

The second sparring session with Chang'e, after Lang Xing got used to it, he was no longer defeated quickly, and was able to support her for a while, and even fought to the end. The hearty Lang Xing asked Chang'e to make a shot with all his strength. Chang'e refused many times, and finally cast Yuehua Condensing the sword, almost cut Lang Xing in half.

Lang Xing drew back and retreated quickly, feeling the cool wind under his crotch, he couldn't help but feel a chill, the third leg of the eighth layer of the Immortal Body was broken, could he be reborn with the broken limb.

At least Lang Xing is absolutely unwilling to try it himself.

After the second duel, Lang Xing stopped for a few days before starting the third duel today. During the duel, Lang Xing's evaluation of Chang'e's combat power continued to improve.

Thinking about it, the pet rabbits she raises can become difficult for learning scriptures after they go to the lower realms. This is the treatment that can only be given to powerful mounts such as Taoist Buddha. However, as the master of the white rabbit spirit, Taiyin Xingjun, how can it be a simple role.

Thinking of this, Lang Xing suddenly frowned, stopped and looked out the window.

A spiritual talisman flew into the room, and the boss of Meishan came out with a slightly provocative voice. After Chang'e heard it, the phantom of the moonlight that had just been put away surged again, and spit softly:

"Brother Xing just used some of their aura. Brother Meishan dared to speak out loudly. If he wants to perform martial arts with Brother Xing, let's pass my level first.",

Lang Xing changed his mind, without the slightest fear, but said with a little joy: "You don't need to be angry about this, what I need most now is someone to give me a trick, your Yuehua God passes through Yinrou, and your heart is too dangerous for my safety I don't care, the strength of the shot is not easy to control, and the effect of duel practice is not as good as that of the Meishan brothers who have been trapped in Taiyi for many years."

Chang'e nodded slightly and said: "Brother Meishan's Taiyi Dao fruit is of a low grade, and the increase in supernatural powers is still within the acceptable range. After you burst out with all your strength, you can try it. I will protect you by the side. If they have What other thoughts, I will let them see the power of the real Dao fruit!"

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Guanjiang Estuary, Martial Arts Field.

Around the circular area with a diameter of [-] zhang, there were crowds of people rubbing shoulders, and the Meishan believers and Caotou gods who had been transferred back from both sides of the Guanjiang River to the ashram for rest, performed their magical powers, and surrounded the martial arts field into a watertight.

Their tense nerves when confronting each other on the front line suddenly relaxed, but they were a little at a loss. They heard that there was a competition in the martial arts field, so they all ran to watch the excitement.

In the center of the Shazhou Barracks, the aura of Erlang Shenjun Mansion flickers from time to time. It is said that Yang Jian is cultivating a top supernatural power.

For low-level monks, the battle between the strong is also a rare opportunity to learn. Kang Anyu proposed to perform martial arts publicly. On the one hand, he has absolute confidence in his own combat power and believes that he has no possibility of defeat; The members of Meishan Cult of Witch Blood experience the supernatural powers of the ancient Wu tribe to see if there is any meaning for the congregation to gain something.

Well-intentioned.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, the calm and breezy Kang Anyu put his hands behind his back, raised his jaw slightly and said: "Your Excellency, go all out, I will pay attention to proportion, and click as far as I can."

The last sentence was more aimed at Chang'e who was standing on the edge of the martial arts arena, covering her face with a face scarf.

Lang Xing, who was wrapped in a black armor, did not reveal the slightest true face. Without saying a word, he adjusted his energy to the peak, folded his hands, and made a gesture commonly used by ancient Wuwu.

From the eyes of everyone outside the arena, the originally inconspicuous black-armored man fisted to the upper left with his right hand, followed by stepping up with his right foot, bending his knee, and gently pointing his left foot forward. The martial arts arena trembled by three points!

Kang Anyu's face froze, and he put his hands behind his back in front of him. A faint black mist seeped from his hands. It was the method used by Meishan Lao Liu Zhijian to ambush Taibai Jinxing, but at that time Zhijian relied on Meishan With the blessing of the elite, the black mist covered the sky and the sun, and was several times bigger than Kang Anyu himself.

Lang Xing was not in a hurry, he pushed his right fist and left palm forward, and vigorous energy came out from the key points all over his body. This is the starting posture of the immortal exercise!

This set of shelves has just been put out, and the faces of the Meishan brothers watching the battle are full of surprises. Lang Xing's spiritual sense sensed it a little, and he had a calculation in his heart.

He once tortured the demonization holy exercise from Zhi Que, the nephew of Zhijian, the sixth son of Meishan. Some kind of special supernatural power was transformed.

Just like those ancient gods I met in the northern forest of Nanbuzhou, as an ancient demon clan, they combined the demon spirit with the belief in incense and became the so-called ancient gods. , witch power, aura mixed.

After devouring the blood essence of Xingtian's head, Lang Xing finally figured out the key point. The so-called refining demons and transforming them into saints should come from the magical power of refining the blood essence of the monster clan after the ancient witches hunted and killed them, so that the blood erupted.

This kind of supernatural power was passed down to the Meishan era. The ancient demon clan was rarely born. The witch race and the human race were mixed, and the blood of the witch race was not pure. Refining the blood of the demon race evolved into a demon form. Using the witch power as a guide, the power exploded.

It's just that the ancient witch clan's eruption of energy and blood was guided by the blood essence of the monster clan, so as not to hurt themselves, and the black mist of the Meishan brothers used the depleted blood essence, so the black mist contained a strong decaying atmosphere.

However, this method of blood refining and explosion is perfect for Lang Xing, who has the body of immortality and the body of sky demon.

Therefore, the Meishan brothers wanted to take the opportunity to learn the supernatural powers of ancient witches. Lang Xing was not trying to reverse the method of refining blood from Kang Anyu. After all, the boss of Meishan should be the one who cultivated the most in demonization.

The fierce collision was about to break out, Lang Xing moved his body, stepped on a lunge, and shot out, like a big roc spreading its wings, purely relying on his own strength, the air formed by breaking through the air was surging, and there was a hidden sound of wind and thunder rolling!

The faces of the surrounding audience were flushed. People with the blood of the witch clan had an instinctive yearning for the way of body training. Seeing the ancient witch's method at this time, the younger and frivolous ones almost danced.

In addition to the Eighty Nine Mysterious Kung Fu of Xiansheng Zhenjun, there is actually such a powerful body training technique in the world!
"Good come!"

Kang Anyu yelled loudly, seeing the black mist rise up with both hands, and wrapped him in a circle. The next moment, he heard the hiss of a bull that resounded through the dojo. God, step hard towards Lang Xing!

(End of this chapter)