The shaman who had lost half of his body was not killed immediately. The blood spurted out from his remaining body rushed like a spring, and the reaction force changed the direction of the backflying. He grabbed the panicked moose with one hand and recited a spell in his mouth.
The two began to merge strangely.
It was like a blend of water and milk, and the body had no muscles and bones. It was like a flesh worm, twisting into the moose's face.
Deer eyes, deer mouth, nose... all holes are drilled into nematode-like flesh, and the deer skin is automatically peeled off. After a moment, the deer mouth is stretched open by a pair of white and smooth arms, and a man with the same appearance as a shaman wizard was squeezed out. The exposed skin is covered with light black mucus.
Disgusting, terrifying and vibrant.
The vitality of the shamans is surprisingly powerful.
"My natal beast!"
The rebirth of the shaman comes at the cost of the death of the natal beast. His new body pounces on the remains of the moose, and while crying, he stuffs raw meat into his mouth.
The white and tender skin aged at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned black. After counting breaths, it turned into a lean old wizard before merging with the moose.
The moose under the other wizards sniffed irritably, stepped on the ground with all their feet, and the ground swayed violently, revealing several hideous cracks.
The wizards glared at Lang Xing, quickly shaking the bell on his arms with their hands, and the earthy air rose up, turning into a sandstorm and surging in the forest, attacking Lang Xing.
The corpse demon puppet released the surging corpse energy and tried to block the sandstorm, but the earth-attribute spiritual energy in the sandstorm was particularly rich. After a moment of pause, it broke through the corpse energy barrier and continued to rush forward.
Lang Xing waved the axe with one hand and pinched the magic trick with the other hand. The white wolf magic image appeared behind Lang Xing. Some spiritual patterns flashed on the demon pill, and the throbbing deep in the bloodline came. Lang Xing had a slight sense, and the phantom of the ancient Huai River water god Wuzhiqi appeared around the magic image.
Small rain technique!
The water spiritual energy in the air gathered in an instant, and with the blessing of the rules of the water system, heavy rain poured down, continuous, and instantly suppressed the sandstorm.
The shaman was shocked, and the wizard who was reborn from the moose exclaimed in disbelief:
"How can a sandstorm summoned by the power of the mountain god be destroyed by ordinary magical powers!"
Sauron raised his arms and signaled the shamans to be calm. He even had a happy look on his face. The hostility disappeared in an instant, and he suddenly spoke:
"I don't want to hurt you, this monster, but you need to keep the secret of our Ewen tribe before winning the tribe battle."
"I have sensed the aura of the ancient water god in you. Are you willing to accept the kindness and worship of the Echun tribe and temporarily become our guardian demon god?"
A little bit of aura slowly floated towards Lang Xing at his fingertips. The original demon soul in Lang Xing's sea of ​​consciousness jumped excitedly, as if he had seen a peerless delicacy. His Dharma appearance left his body and could not wait to swallow the light of aura.
On the surface of the demon pill, a short trace of spiritual patterns that belong to the rules of heaven and earth were generated instantly!
Huang Hu, who was struggling to attack the formation light cover, sensed the abnormal movement here, and his eyes swept over the light of the aura that Lang Xing had just swallowed. He was stunned at first, and then shouted angrily:
"This guy has no clue. I ask you to capture him. Are you all deaf?"
Taking advantage of his distraction, Jing Qihan immediately took over the control of the formation. With a buzzing sound of the entire light shield, the spirit crystal instantly consumed one-third of the spiritual energy, and only a small part of the bottom. A colorful light column rose from the top of the light shield, attacking Huanghu with the power of the full force of the Sanxian.
Ao--
Huang Hu was not aware of it for a moment, but he did not expect that the Taoist priest of the Yanling Sect would make such a decision and dare to launch an attack at the cost of rapid consumption of the spirit crystal.
Although he tried his best to avoid the vital parts, the spiritual realm was hit by a colorful light column, transforming into clusters of colorful clouds and disappearing.
The Yellow Tiger Demon Immortal Spirit Realm was broken!
Sauron looked at Lang Xing with bright eyes and said without raising his head: "Although this monster's strength is temporarily weaker than you, he has obtained the complete inheritance of an ancient water god. After he breaks through the immortal level, the magical powers are almost equivalent to that water god's life. He is an elf on the ancient god's side, and he is definitely not a demon traitor from the Taoist sect."
"If Lord Bai Nacha knew about his situation, he would definitely be very happy. He accepted the offerings from the Ewen tribe. According to the traditions of ancient gods and demon clans, we cannot attack him."
"During the worship period, unless you can get permission from Lord Bainacha, the demon gods worshipped by the same tribe cannot fight intra-fight."
"Of course, if the offering is over, you are a body of freedom and can attack any creature you want to attack, just like you did a hundred years ago."
A trace of resentment flashed in Sauron's eyes, and he felt a little hostile to Huang Hu.
"Your Tongben Beast is the little boy born by the moose demon a hundred years ago! Your tribe was forced to Yishui by the City God of Yicheng, Yan State, five thousand miles away. If I hadn't swallowed the moose at the critical moment and broke out to resist the City God's Yin soldiers for your tribe, you would have become slaves of Yan State now!"
He knew in his heart that the hunting tribes on the mountain forest and wastelands such as the Ewen tribe, Shanrong tribe, Guzhu tribe, and Ling Branch were called barbarians by the princes of the Middle Earth, and fought with the Yan Kingdom for years.
In addition to the Shanrong tribe in the extreme northern wasteland and not directly bordering with Yan State, but instead took the opportunity to annex the fugitive people of other barbarian tribes and their power grew stronger, the barbarian tribes directly bordering Yan State were less powerful year by year, and could only hide in the primeval forest of the Beiyuan Mountains and survive.
However, most of the ancient gods believed in by the barbarian tribe were natural gods before the Battle of the Gods, and a considerable number of them were ancient demons who mastered the laws of heaven and earth in certain fields.
That Bai Nacha, the ability to have blood veins with Him shows that there must be bloodlines of the ancient tiger clan in his body.
If you want to go further, you can only cooperate with these shamans who believe in the spirits of all things and the "beast master worship".
"When this tribal war is over..." Huang Hu had not finished speaking, his demonic energy shook wildly, his eyes were red, and he released violent techniques to himself. The tiger magic image ran across the sky, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly moved, and the demon body turned into its original form. The magic image attached to the surface of the original form, and he roared to the sky.
"Break it for me!"
The tiger went down the mountain, the flesh and spirits merged, and the yellow tiger crashed into the formation light cover with a bang.
The light shield is deeply sunk inward, and all the remaining spiritual energy in the spirit crystal pours into the light shield to maintain the stability of the light shield.
The yellow tiger did not hesitate to consume the power of the magic phase, and the tiger claws of several feet large hit three times in a row, with its power like a wave, stacking layer by layer.
The spiritual energy in the spirit crystal was consumed and turned into white ash. The light shield flashed twice, like a torch under heavy rain, extinguished at noon.
"Junior brothers, it's time for me to sacrifice myself for the sect. Even if I die here, the ancestor of the heavenly realm will discuss with the King of Hell. Reincarnation and re-cultivation may lead to the right result!"
"You guys go quickly and bring the news here back to the sect!"
Jing Qihan's eyes flashed fiercely, and his whole body's energy and spirit merged with the flying sword in his hand. A trace of extremely weak spiritual energy fluctuations appeared in front of him.
After a moment, the fluctuation speed expanded, Huang Hu's face changed drastically, his arrogant expression stopped, and he forced himself to turn around and tried to avoid it.
The man and sword are united, and the sword is fed with the body.
The sword cultivator burns the golden elixir and dies with all means!
Chapter completed!