How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 456
Yang Jian told Po Lang to follow her, and Chang'e's face suddenly changed. Although she always had doubts in her heart, she was still unwilling to face it openly.

The matter of "Xing Tian's reincarnation" has become an obstacle of inner demons, and she finally got rid of it, and she will never allow another twists and turns.

Seeing that Yang Jian took off with a gun and was about to capture Lang Xing, who was useless, Chang'e waved her long sleeves and cast a giant moonlight curtain to protect Lang Xing.

"Yang Jian! Regardless of whether he is a human or a demon, the Xingtian skills, aura, and memory on his body can't be faked! Based on this alone, I can't allow you to hurt him!"

"Women's opinion! Break it for me!"

Yang Jian's body was in a hurry, and the three-pointed and two-edged spear rolled like a dragon, stabbing at the white light curtain with an unrivaled momentum. The surrounding space seemed to be distorted under his blow!

And Lang Xing stared at the Wu Ding that disintegrated into several pieces in his hand, and remained motionless. In the eyes of others, he seemed to be frightened by the sudden change of situation.

At this time, in Lang Xing's perception, the flow of time seemed to slow down by millions of times, and he could clearly see the surprise in the eyes of the Meishan brothers, which proved that even they didn't know that Yang Jian had exploded today.

Sweeping through his consciousness, Lang Xing could also feel that Yang Jian's pupils were shrinking extremely slowly, and there seemed to be extremely terrifying energy around the third eye at the center of his eyebrows.

Everything in the world is like a frozen frame, only the fist print keeps enlarging, and finally occupies the entire field of vision!

That fist print seemed to have great hostility towards Wu Li, and he was about to kill Ling Xing into a powder!
At this moment, the original inheritance peak in the sea of ​​consciousness, the current projection of the East Emperor Bell appeared in front of Lang Xing instantly, and the afterglow of the green dragon transformed from Meishan's spiritual veins, like billions of moths flying into the flame, no longer collapsed towards the surroundings, but instead Let's rush into the Eastern Emperor Bell together!
The ancient artifact, a ray of projection of the innate merit and virtue, absorbed the aura of the entire Meishan almost in an instant!
The projection turned from the virtual to the real, and the divine light shined brightly. At the moment it was fully formed, even the scorching sun in the sky was robbed of its brilliance!

The fist seal and Zhong Ying echoed each other, and a sense of enlightenment suddenly rose in Lang Xing's heart!
The Wuding in Meishan was cracked by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi!
This monster saint who profoundly influenced Lang Xing's fate has also left behind in Wu Ding, and the fist print seems to contain countless mysterious monster martial arts!
If the descendants of the witch clan activate the Wu Ding, kill them and cut off the inheritance; if the descendants of the monster clan activate it, give them a helping hand and give them the inheritance of demon martial arts!

Everyone in the world knows the astonishing power of the ancient demon emperor Lingbao, but few people know that, as the strongest among the sky demons, how powerful his demon body is to an unbelievable degree!
The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is another village.

At the very moment, Lang Xing rolled up his witch power and took the Wuding fragment where the fist seal was located into his hand. Now that Yang Jian had broken his identity, he simply turned into the appearance of a sky wolf who can best use his physical strength, and his claws slammed He raised the projection of the Eastern Emperor Bell in front of him!

In the next instant, the flow of time returned to normal.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank a little, and one of the few life-and-death crises since his cultivation came to his mind, it seemed that if he took another step forward, he would be in danger of dying!

The Meishan brothers were stunned, looking at the giant white wolf nearly a thousand feet high in the air, and lifted the giant clock engraved with mysterious and complicated patterns above their heads, and the strong pressure came with the momentum of Mount Tai!

"Yang Jian! You and I are not enemies of life and death. Do we have to fight for both sides, and let the heaven take advantage of it!"

Waves of majestic blood gushed out from the countless pores of the standing giant wolf. Lang Xing stretched out his long scarlet tongue, and after licking the wolf's teeth, he showed a bloodthirsty and crazy smile.

"Who the hell are you! This... this is the long-disappeared Eastern Emperor Bell! No! If it were really such a divine artifact, the quasi-sages of the Three Realms would have already fled here!"

Yang Jian was inexplicably terrified, forced his blood to stop the advancing figure.

"Open your three eyes and take a good look. Even if you can escape under this precious power, the Meishan brothers will surely die, and the Meishan cultists and Caotou God within tens of thousands of miles will surely die!"

Lang Xing clasped the inside of the giant bell with both claws, and carried the projection of the Eastern Emperor Bell that had absorbed all the aura of Meishan. To some extent, he carried the entire Meishan on his shoulders!

Lang Xing bowed his head and shouted at Brother Meishan, "It's true to pass on your ancient witchcraft skills, and it's true to help you regenerate the Tao! Is this how you repay your kindness!"

"Yang Jian, it's war or peace! It's all in your mind, and I will accompany you to the end!"

The Meishan brothers were inexplicably terrified. They didn't even care about absorbing the witch power. They turned around and begged Yang Jian who was standing in the corner of the sky, "Brother! Seeing that I've been waiting all these years with all my heart, stop!"

"Even if it's not for our brothers, for the people who enshrine your god statue within tens of thousands of miles, we can't fight anymore!"

Yang Jian's tall and straight figure shook slightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me where Xing Tian Ax is, and I'll let you go!"

Seeing that his attitude was loose, Lang Xing Gaoxuan's heart was able to let go a little, and with a movement of his mind, the Heaven Zhanjian flew out from his dantian and moved around his body.

Yang Jian only felt his temples twitch violently. This wolf monster's cultivation base is not high, but he has quite a lot of spirit treasures on his body!

Judging by its spirituality, this flying sword magic weapon is not weaker than its own three-pointed double-edged spear!

"This sword is called Zhantian, and it came from the sage who re-forged the Xingtian axe. Xingtian is dead, and there is no Xingtian ax in the world. If you want to split Taoshan, you can pass on the last method transmitted by the dojo to me, and I will go with you Taoshan, this treasure in my hand can send out a blow equivalent to half the power of the supreme treasure of innate merit, once it leaves the body, it cannot be taken back!"

"I can't hold on for long, whether to release this Baowei energy in Meishan, or try to split the mountain again, you choose yourself!"

In fact, since Yang Jian only taught him the basic method of teleportation in the dojo, Lang Xing knew that he must not fully believe his words, and he had already imagined the worst scenario of the two sides tearing each other apart.

The Xingtian Ax is just a tool to break the seal of Taoshan. The full blow of the Donghuang Bell's projection, plus Yang Jian who has achieved great success in the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Arts, may not be able to rescue Yang Jian's mother!
After all, the projection of the Donghuang Bell is a dead thing that can only be used once. If it can be exchanged for Yang Jian's friendship, it will not be a loss!
Following Lang Xing's words, Yang Jian's eyes first flashed with surprise and anger, and then the fire of hope was ignited, and he became extremely firm again.

"Okay! You and I will go to Taoshan. If we can succeed, we will become friends of eight obeisances!"

Worship is prevalent in the Saha world, and this is a very heavy commitment. Obviously, the power of Lingbao in Lang Xing's hand can make him have great expectations for the trip to save his mother.

With Yang Jian's sound transmission, the last method of the dojo's teleportation method was introduced to Lang Xing's ears, and the problem of not understanding the operation of the core space law of the dojo was solved, which made Lang Xing feel quite enlightened.

Seeing that things had turned around, the Meishan brothers were overjoyed, and hurriedly sat cross-legged, trying their best to absorb the surging witch power released by Wu Ding. Unfortunately, Meishan's spiritual veins were absorbed by the projection of the East Emperor Bell, and the witch veins could no longer be condensed. The land of the dead.

The loss of Meishan's aura is a foregone conclusion, and we can only do our best to ensure that we can regain the opportunity to seek the great way!
The golden heart gushed out a stream of blood, and Lang Xing's spirit was lifted suddenly. The wolf's mouth opened wide, like a long whale sucking water, sucking away less than half of the surrounding witch power. Refined into pieces of special witch crystals.

Yang Jian waved a light seal with mysterious runes shining, Lang Xing's divine consciousness extended, he operated the dojo to transmit supernatural powers, locked a space spirit gate far away, carried a huge clock on his shoulder, and his figure gradually disappeared around the light seal...

(End of this chapter)