Chapter 50: Testing the Waters

Mo Xiaoxiao watched them play treasure with cold eyes, and they didn't say anything, what is there to fight for the benefits of their tongues, these monks think that they need to do whatever they want in their cultivation, so they all pursue an aura, but in fact, they just put the darkest and dirtiest side of their hearts outside, what is there to show off!

Seeing the two of them arguing, the other monks all laughed, as the top existence of this mortal realm, they can be said to be the real sons of heaven! Although they still have to flatter the elders of the sect, they all feel that they are immortal, and their bodies are shining with gold.

"Kill it, catch a spirit beast and go back to play!"

"Lao Tzu has long wanted to raise a spirit beast, but it is really difficult to find a spirit beast in this world."

"Don't worry, one person will be arrested later."

"Are there so many of them?"

"Each depends on his ability, whoever catches it counts."

"That's not good, the elite disciples and elders will definitely join forces to deal with the shape-shifting demon cultivators, how can we fish in troubled waters."

"Then let's catch it first, go back and try again, whoever wins with strength will be counted."

The little demons of Linggu were guarding the mountain pass, and when they heard that these people had not yet started fighting, they began to prepare to sit on the ground and share the spoils.

Xiaoque was the most impatient: "Dare to treat my aunt and grandmother as a spirit animal, I see that you come in one by one as flower fertilizer!" ”

Mo Xiaoxiao is as immobile as a mountain, and he doesn't let the little demons of Linggu go to face it, and look at their tricks.

Bai Qianzhong couldn't help it, he was very dissatisfied with Mo Xiaoxiao's approach, in his opinion, he simply rushed over to kill him, this is the nature of demon beasts, and it is not in vain that the human race has been talking about them so bloody for thousands of years.

A few old men have already seen Bai Qianzhong, he has changed shape at such a young age, and his qualifications can be described as heavenly! Although the strongest of them is only in the Jindan stage, and it can't be compared to the demon beasts in the transformation stage, but out of the pride of human cultivation, they have always felt that the demon beasts that are defenseless and can only use brute force are just people with developed limbs and simple minds, and they are more than enough to deal with.

Besides, they also have a power from the upper realm, even if what that disciple said is true, that demon is really powerful, it is not terrible. However, the three shape-shifting demons who have just become a climate are not a problem in front of that person.

Moreover, the demon pill of the transformation demon cultivator, that's a good thing! When the time comes, they only need to get a little bit and a half, and the realm that they can't break through for many years of penance will definitely be able to rise again!

Perhaps, the Gate Sect of the Upper Realm will take a fancy to them and take them to the Upper Realm!

Their eyes were hot at the thought of this. The reason why they have no qualifications in this interface where the aura is thin but the progress of cultivation is slow, and they have almost exhausted their longevity, and they have tried every means to break through to the Jindan stage, is it because the aura of this interface is too thin and the resources are too scarce?

This mortal realm, according to the mighty, is the "land of exile", and their ancestors were banished here because they made mistakes, until they ran out of life and sat down!

But they are not wrong, can the offspring of sinners only continue to suffer the bitter fruits of their ancestors?

However, after living for hundreds of years, they are all old and fine. Although he despises these demon beasts, he is unwilling to be a bird. If those little demons are too bad, he will be disgraced if he doesn't win; If that little demon is really powerful, and they actually lose, it will be even more humiliating.

The things that test the depth are naturally handed over to the disciples to do, but those waste things that can only wave the flag and shout are not good, one by one is just the qi induction, and the qi training period is just getting started, even if it is a disciple in the qi training period, it is also a second kill in front of the transformation demon, and when the time comes, it will also lose the face of the sect and lose morale!

Several old men naturally tacitly knew it, and the two old men looked unruly, but of course they knew it in their hearts, so they asked the head to arrange the attack.

The head of the sect is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, even worse than Shen Boyan, how can he not know the purpose of these old things, but he dare not say it.

Naturally, he himself would not be sent to death, so he ordered his junior brother, and now he is also one of the deacons and elders of the sect, and he is also a candidate to compete with him for the head of the sect back then.

The man snorted coldly, obviously understanding his intentions, but he didn't say much, holding a spear in his hand, and stood up with a cold face: "In the lower true Taoist sect, thunder, evil animals, who are not afraid of death, come out to fight." ”

The little finch was already angry, and before Mo Xiaoxiao stopped her, she flapped her wings and flew out, and at the same time, her figure became more than five meters long.

Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't stop her, so she saw that she had already flown out. had to transmit the voice to Bai Qianzhong and let him take care of it. After all, the other party is at the same level as Xiao Fei, and Xiao Fei does not have many spells and magic weapons, so he suffers a loss, and he loses more.

Sure enough, the monk was very conceited, he didn't look at it, and with a wave of the spear in his hand, a strong golden aura shot out, rolling up a gust of wind.

The disciples of the True Path sect shouted for their elders: "Good! ”

The little finch hurriedly dodged, and with a flap of its wings, it also fanned a gust of wind in an attempt to resist the fierce wind.

The monk's eyes flashed, and his eyes sneered: "Sure enough, demon beasts are demon beasts, and after tens of thousands of years, they still only have such a little ability." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a huge bow, "Watch me shoot you down and roast you!" ”

The monks shouted, "Roast and eat!" Grilled and eaten! ”

Mo Xiao was nervous, but her cultivation was not good.

Bai Qianzhong snorted coldly, "Don't be arrogant!" "Transformed into a little white whale, although it is miniature compared to his father Beluga King, it is also dozens of feet long.

His huge whale tail slammed off the arrows released by the thunderbolt.

The arrows were all magical-level, and they slammed into his body, making a sound of gold and sparkling, but they didn't do any damage.

Only then did Ming Leizi get up solemnly, put away his longbow, held a spear in his hand, and flew in the air, fighting fiercely with Bai Qianzhong.

Ming Leizi is a golden earth dual spirit root, which is also a very good qualification, and the gold and earth are good at attacking and defending, which adds a little help to him.

Bai Qianzhong is a shape-shifting demon cultivator, but he is well protected by Bai Yujing, and he has hardly suffered setbacks. In the same way that human cultivation does not look down on demon cultivation, he also looks down on human cultivation very much, at this moment he saw that this little human being was fighting with him on a par, he couldn't help but be furious, forcibly urged the aura, and his body grew again.

He can't shed his fins and turn them into weapons like his father did, and can only fight in the flesh, but their Beluga whale clan is also blessed with magical powers.

The little beluga whale puffed up its belly and swelled into a round ball.

Ming Leizi couldn't help but joke: "Be careful of bursting!" ”

Bai Qianzhong ignored him, and continued to bulge his belly, while constantly slapping the thunder with his tail fin.