In addition to the last fairy tale and fable test, Lang Xing did not know whether he had passed the other illusion tests, he changed the original tragic ending. Since he was able to escape from the illusion, the six-armed gods and demons did not act in an attacking posture anymore, which shows that he should have initially obtained the recognition of Xing Tian Axe.
Back then, the ancient water god Wuzhiqi, perhaps because he failed to pass the illusion test of Xingtian Axe's weapon spirit, he could not tell his descendants the position of Xingtian Axe, hoping that future generations could take Xingtian Axe away.
At this time, he muttered to Xing Tian Axe: "Little! Little! Little!"
However, Xingtian Axe is not as obedient as Ruyi Golden Cudgel, and has always been hard and unmoved...
Lang Xing was embarrassed for a while and could only think that he was thinking too much. After a moment of thought, he realized that the demon body was no longer under invisible suppression. The werewolf Nascent Soul flew back to the demon body's sea of ​​consciousness, and the sense of power surged back into his heart, and an invisible fluctuation of energy rose around him.
The surging demonic energy in the body was stirred up, and the essence and blood flowed rapidly on the limbs, directly turning into a huge wolf demon as high as a hundred feet. He wrapped his arms around the axe handle and suddenly exerted force. The black soil under his feet cracked into spider-web-like cracks, and lightning flashed from time to time in the boundless dark space.
The Nascent Soul Dharma Image and the Demon Body and the Blood and Blood were combined into one, and the strongest power burst out. With the slight shaking of Xingtian Axe, the cracks in the entire space began to collapse and crack the earth. The blood vessels around Lang Xing's body burst out, his fangs leaked out, and he kept humming in his mouth.
Still a little short!
He roared to the sky, and used the demon clan's force-exercising skills he mastered from the illusion. His legs bent like a tight spring, and the force rose from his feet, like a bowstring for a full moon. With a brush, the muscles of the whole body formed a combined force, and several blood vessels exploded directly, and the light golden blood oozed out of the wolf's skin.
With the blessing of 50,000 kilograms of strength, Lang Xing finally raised the Xingtian Axe!
There were more and more cracks in the gaps in the space. Xingtian Axe turned into a black light, which shrunk tens of millions of times, and turned into a small axe shadow the size of a thumb, appearing in Lang Xing's Dantian Demon Mansion.
As soon as it appeared, it occupied the center of the Spirit-Devouring Axe with great domineering aura. The viscous demon liquid curled up the wave of demonic energy and continuously nourished the Xingtian Axe.
The Spirit-Devouring Axe was like a concubine who was angry, silently retreating to a corner, and could only get a few evil energy resources. Although it had not yet generated a spirit of artifacts, it was already full of spirituality. It seemed that it felt the extraordinary origin of Xingtian Axe and did not dare to release any momentum.
"Six Arms! Before me, was there a cat demon who brought two children into the crack in the space?"
While Lang Xing was releasing the white light released through the core of the dojo, he resisted the increasingly strong spatial power of the outside world, while his mind was in his heart and trying to communicate with Xing Tianfu.
However, the axe was like a dead object, motionless.
He was very anxious and simply summoned Xingtian Axe directly from his dantian. This time the axe was only three feet long, which was different from the shape of all axe weapons today. There were sharp thorns at one end of the back of the axe, shining with a cold light. The axe blade was extremely thin, almost the same thickness as the common wide-back short sword. It was more like the engagement of a long spear and a spear axe. It was not bulky at all. It looked like a squeaking evil spirit from the appearance.
The 50,000 kilograms of force when he lifted Xingtian axe for the first time was almost several times heavier than the monkey's golden cudgel. Now, as three feet long, the weight has also been reduced to several thousand kilograms. Lang Xing only struggled to wield, and after adapting for a while, he could fully control it.
"I know you are not dead! Do you still want to find Xing Tian's mystery of death? Or do you want to wait ten thousand years to see who else can take you away from this corner except me?"
The core of the dojo could still protect Lang Xing for a while. He pretended to throw Xing Tian Axe into the fluctuations of space and asked fiercely.
"Just as your current cultivation level is in ancient times, you can barely be considered a little witch. If you want to figure out the secret of the great witch Xing Tian, ​​I don't know how many years you have to wait." The vague figure of the six-armed god and demon appeared around Xing Tian's axe, and he was not forgiven, but he still explained:
"For ten thousand years, except for the water ape who has been lost in the test for hundreds of years, you are the wolf demon, where is the cat demon?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly made a strange rotation gesture with his six arms behind him, as if he was silently sensing something. After counting breaths, he changed his previous face and said anxiously: "Climb the gap in space, let's return to the human world. The sealed place of Lord Xing Tian, ​​three creatures broke in!"
Lang Xing's heart moved. Could it be that Sanqian and the others did not enter the gap in the space where Xingtian Axe was located, but went to the ancient temple where Xingtian was sealed by chance?
He did not dare to waste his time, and recalled the various experiences of using Xingtian Axe in the illusion, as well as the practice methods of the witch clan.
Endogenous world!
The sound of waves surging like a long river surging in my ears. This was the surging and flowing sound of essence and blood in my body. Lang Xing's ability to control the demon body was further strengthened. The land under his feet exploded in two consecutive sounds, and the already fragile space gap directly cracked two holes. The essence and blood surged like a dragon, and the power of the whole body gathered into the palms of both hands. Xingtian Axe swept across at a speed that seemed extremely slow but could break through the air.
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After the giant spirit god's distraction fell, it took a few days before Nezha learned the news that the gods' original body in the heavenly court could not control the distraction in real time. It took a period of time to break through the limitations of the external gale wind and the law of the heavenly court's time, and synchronize it once.
This is one of the necessary costs that gods can easily enjoy a longer lifespan than the human and underworld creatures.
Nezha thought that Chen Bao and his sister had hidden trump card backhands, so that they could kill the distraction of the Giant Spirit God. Since then, he has been very careful and gathered all his subordinates together to search for the dragnet carpet.
This method is relatively slow, but for gods, the most important thing is time. Since the ancient temple is confirmed to be near Changyang Mountain, if this continues, he believes that he will be able to find it sooner or later.
A nine-grade priest with a high-level golden elixir cultivation was holding a compass and was carefully sensing the abnormality of the space around him. He did not know the ultimate purpose of this operation. As an elite heavenly soldier in the magic gun camp under the seat of a master of the Three Altars Sea Club, he only knew to complete the tasks assigned by his superiors, accumulate merits in exchange for incense, and then promote his priesthood.
His position is a little far from the large army. According to the military orders a few days ago, he should stop advancing and wait for other priests to gather.
But in the recent search process, these heavenly soldiers occasionally found some high-level spiritual medicine ores. When there was no monster to clear it up and could not openly occupy the treasures in the monster's mountain village, these spiritual medicines were their few extra money.
Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled the squirrel monster called "green pine" that he killed when he was clearing out the monsters in Southern Jamba. He took out a small leather bag embroidered with a squirrel pattern from the mustard bag, threw a few nuts rich in spirit into his mouth, and continued to search forward.
What a pity! Not every time can you seize such interesting things from monsters!
After walking hundreds of feet out, suddenly, a sharp wolf claw poked out like lightning, instantly pulling him into the nearby grass. After a while, the sunlight fluctuated a few times in a slight manner, and returned to silence.
Chapter completed!