The Black Wind King laughed, his gun came out like a dragon, and his movements were at will. He was majestic and flexible. He didn't care about the injuries on his body. He showed his advantages against Ling Qingzi alone, and the situation of high-level combat power stalemate between Qingcheng Temple and Black Wind Mountain was broken.

The sun was about to set completely, and the white tiger's painful roar came, with waves of weakness. The Black Wind King became more and more happy and no longer saved the demonic energy. The demonic energy spread onto the spear like burning flames, and the sound of a dragon roar was heard in the attack!

"You junior can die under my magical spirit, and you are also lucky to have three lives!" The Black Wind King's spear flew up and down, and his changes were unpredictable, and he was known for his ingenuity!

Looking at the black bear's round belly, then looking at the mouth of the dragon at the tip of the spear, it seemed like it was swallowing clouds and spitting mist, turning into afterimages. Lang Xing held his hands tightly and was about to sigh:

Who said that fat people cannot be flexible? Black Wind King is like the head coach of the table tennis team in his previous life. Don’t treat him as a fat guy who doesn’t understand the ball!

Before the general took action, the Black Wind King completely used his physical strength to compete with Ling Qingzi and the White Tiger Demon. At this time, the fighting style suddenly changed. Ling Qingzi obviously could not adapt and could not dodge. He was swept to the tip of the gun. The huge force turned his arms into powder.

On the surface, the situation in Qingcheng Temple is dangerous, but a doubt from the beginning of the battle has always lingered in the hearts of the wolf demon. Ling Xuzi, who was in the early stage of the Golden Pill, and the White Tiger Demon who barely exploded, are really sure to win the Black Wind King, where does Qingcheng Temple have the confidence?

When he was puzzled, he saw Ling Qingzi about to die and died. A white jade seal was smashed in the void, containing great power and flying towards the Black Wind King. The initial little nymph bird seemed to penetrate the space in a moment. When it appeared above the Black Wind King's head, it was dozens of feet in size. In contrast, the Black Wind King's demon body, which was five or six feet high, seemed weak.

A cultivator who fell underground in the Foundation Establishment Stage came cheering, "Master's top-level magic weapon Xuanyu seal!"

The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind, and the Qingcheng Temple Master who has been hiding for a long time finally appears!

The wolf demon's mind was like lightning, and it turned out to be the top-level magic weapon of the Jindan stage monk. The monster-bound ropes were the third-level spiritual weapon used in the Qi training stage. The spiritual weapon was above the magic weapon, which was different from heaven and earth. Monsters were generally not good at refining weapons, and they were sweating for the Black Wind King in their hearts.

"Old Yirui, like the turtle shrunk in the North Sea, relied on his magic weapon to be rampant!" Unable to avoid it, the Black Wind King did not stop and sucked hard. The surrounding black wind was taken into his mouth, and the demon body increased several times again, nearly twenty feet high, with both palms soaring into the sky, and his feet stepped on the ground, resisting the Xuanyu Seal tightly!

The heart-wrenching vibration sound came again. The Black Wind King threw the seal above his head and rushed towards the Lao Yaoyuan at the foot of the mountain. Although Lang Xing was still a little distance from him, he seemed to be standing on the platform next to the high-speed rail that had already started, and a sense of oppression arose.

As the movements in the ancient demon tribe’s cave became increasingly important before the birth of the ancient demon tribe’s cave, the battle group had moved towards the old medicine garden, and the danger of the wolf demon increased greatly.

Before the Black Wind King could make a few steps, an old Taoist priest with white hair appeared in the air. It was the master of Qingcheng Temple and the senior Jindan cultivator Yirui. He reached out and the magic sword that Ling Qingzi originally held slashed towards Black Wind King, blocking his way.

This magic sword should be the magic sword of the sacred master who was swallowed by the wolf demon before. At the beginning of the war, Ling Qingzi held this magic sword representing the authority of the sacred master and forced the Qingcheng Temple monk to launch a second wave of attacks.

At this time, the Black Wind King had consumed a lot of demonic energy and was injured in many places around him. When defending against the Xuan Jade Seal, the demonic body grew stronger again. It was already a trick to suck in the black wind to stimulate potential and support the demonic body. I don’t know how long it can last.

The ancestor Yirui sat cross-legged on a white cloud, tepid, smiling, and using a magic sword to attack the Black Wind King as if he was light. The same magic weapon doubled in Yirui's hand than Ling Qingzi's power!

"Heifeng, the Demon Mansion has no chance with you. My Qingcheng Temple guards all the demons and ghosts in the Hali Kingdom. If you bow your head and obey, you can seal the top of Heifeng Mountain as your temple in the temple. How about it?" Everything before Qingcheng Temple did it, making sure to try to weaken the Black Wind King before Yirui takes action.

"Old Yirui, I will definitely twist you into meat paste and slap you with one palm and dripping pus and blood!" After King Black Wind sucked Black Wind into his abdomen, he had already descended to the ground and had all his strength to resist the magic sword that was attacking on his own. He was unable to attack the Qingcheng Guanguanzhu who was still in the air.

The pressure in the wolf demon's heart was slightly reduced. As the vibration caused by the ancient demon tribe came again, the innate spiritual orifice in the sea of ​​consciousness felt a vague pain, as if the old well that had been dry for a long time was greeting the rain and dew.

The wolf demon hugged his head with his claws, used all his strength, opened his mouth wide, his fangs barked, and made a silent roar, stopping for me! If I didn't listen to the control, I would rather destroy the innate spiritual orifice!

The firmness of the human soul and the madness of the wolf soul combined together turned into a paranoid of absolute control of oneself. The extreme alchemy was refining many times to enhance the control of the divine consciousness. There was a shock in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the innate spiritual orifices finally settled down.

This is the first time that the wolf demon has clearly felt the abnormal movement of the innate spiritual orifice. He can be sure that the innate spiritual orifice is born with him, closely related to his life, and it originates from the top of the skull and acts on the sea of ​​consciousness. He has absolutely no independent consciousness, but as his absolute trump card, every time he plays a role, he needs to swallow a large amount of his flesh and blood essence, which makes the wolf demon feel that it is not that simple.

Yirui released his spiritual consciousness in the air, carefully sensed the grass and trees of Heifeng Mountain, and found that the medicine garden was abnormal in an instant. The Black Wind King saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. If this continues, after the demon mansion appears, he will not be able to compete with Qingcheng Temple.

"Stop Yirui, if this battle is complete, I promise you to leave the mountain and help you form a demon pill!" After the Black Wind King danced his spear, knocked off the magic sword, he turned his head and roared at the giant soul crow.

The general's clone turned completely yellow, and eventually turned into dead leaves and dissipated in the air. The giant soul crow's eyes were even more intelligent. He sucked at the almost transparent phantom of the white tiger and screamed loudly. The wings shaking out a strong dead aura, and flew towards the ancestor Yirui!

The wolf demon always paid attention to the old Taoist priest's traces. After the white tiger phantom was eaten by the soul crow, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into Ling Xuzi's body. The old Taoist priest's body quickly lost weight, like a mummy who had been dead for a long time, the tiger's hair disappeared on his face, and a little bit of spiritual light flew out from his head, and his body completely turned into powder.

The old Taoist priest sighed as if it was ringing in his ears. The wolf demon unconsciously wanted to jump out of the underground wolf cave and rush towards the light of inspiration. Fortunately, the wolf demon's soul was much stronger than that of ordinary demon soldiers. He felt cruel in his heart, and the tip of his front paws pierced an inch into his thigh. The pain hit him and his mind was clear.
Chapter completed!