However, no matter how difficult the old shaman is, he has to support himself independently, and no one can help him in this regard.

Finally, after regaining sufficient "blood food", the divinity of the blood wolf who acted according to instinct was "settled" again.

The old shaman breathed a sigh of relief!

In fact, he didn't have to resist so hard at all.

He now has the ability to drive the altars and blood banners that are about to be sacrificed to fight against the threat of the divinity of the blood wolf god.

But he won't, and he can't.

Just because the sacrifice was about to be completed, he couldn't use them to directly confront the Blood Wolf Divine Divinity.

He feared that this direct confrontation would awaken the divinity to the threat of the altar and the blood banner to him, and that his plan might fail.

Therefore, at most, he could only secretly borrow a little bit of the power of the altar and the blood banner, and most of the threats had to be resisted by himself.

The old shaman, who had finally resisted the threat of divinity, took a big breath, and before he could wipe his sweat, his eyes erupted with a cruel and resentful fierce light. He bowed to the altar with both hands, and at the same time spat out a series of notes from his mouth as if singing.

The surrounding area of the altar loomed, and the black qi that fluttered at will instantly flourished, and one of them directly left the altar and flew away.

After destroying the blood-colored banner with a sword, Pang Shiyuan asked the soldiers of the teaching group to prepare to burn the altar and the corpse. The soldiers of the teaching regiment who have experienced it are already familiar with it, and the firewood and wood on the side of the altar are piled up more and more.

At this time, the scouts sent by Long Weiwen to deliver intelligence happened to arrive, and Pang Shiyuan was communicating with him, preparing to attack the next target.

I'm halfway there. Pang Shiyuan suddenly looked up to the west, which was where Meng Yuan's army was located.

A black gas was flying rapidly, and it was so fast. It doesn't look like gas is flying at all, it's like light is flying.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred meters have been crossed.

However, no matter how fast the black qi is, it can't escape the lock of Pang Shiyuan's divine thoughts.

Pang Shiyuan didn't have to think about what this black gas was, whether he was an enemy or a friend, his divine thoughts were already clear at the first time he locked on the black qi - a strong enemy was coming.

He clearly felt a familiarity in the black air. But the more sinister aura of yin and evil followed his divine thoughts straight into his soul, making his heart alarm bells.

The black gas is too fast. Pang Shiyuan didn't have time to think about it at all, and the Stygian Sword had already struck again. The thick but sharp and powerful sword intent, accompanied by the bright yellow sword qi, came out of the body and went straight to the black qi.

Meantime. Pang Shiyuan himself also rose into the air. The sword of man is one, and it follows like an arrow from the string.

All the soldiers of the teaching regiment didn't know what was going on, and their strength was not enough to detect the black qi flying in the distance, but since Pang Shiyuan personally attacked, they all knew that there was an enemy attack.

At the same time, they put down their work and formed a formation as fast as they could.

Just when they were still in formation, the sword qi had already hit the black qi.

It's just that the black gas seems to be tangible but not qualitative. The invincible sword qi did not destroy the sword qi. Directly through the body, the black gas looks unharmed.

Fortunately. That's just how it looks.

Through his divine thoughts, Pang Shiyuan knew that the black qi had been weakened by the Ming Huang sword qi, but it didn't look obvious. And this is enough for Pang Shiyuan to understand what can really deal with this incomparably evil black qi.

Pang Shiyuan, who was in the unity of human swords, had the power of his divine soul unleashed, and the majestic and sharp incomparable sword intent was urged to the extreme by him, and the shape was like a substance mixed with the bright and yellow sword qi on the Stygian Sword. There is also a large amount of earth and gold aura that is driven, adsorbed, and envoyed by it, and integrated into the "return of Vientiane to the source".

Pang Shiyuan's shot is to go all out.

This sudden black aura made him feel extremely threatened.

At this time, Pang Shiyuan looked like a bright yellow meteor across the sky, shining in the sky. And the black gas from far and near is like a moth to a fire, which is not worth mentioning at all.

And the truth seems to be the same.

As soon as the black qi came into contact with the bright yellow Stygian Sword, it was really like a moth that was fighting fire, completely engulfed and burned by the light flames, leaving no trace.

The teaching group, which finally knew what the enemy was, suddenly let out a heartfelt cheer.

However, it was only the soldiers of the teaching regiment who did not know the truth who cheered, and Pang Shiyuan would never think that the black qi was just a moth to the fire and a grasshopper to shake the tree.

If you don't experience it personally, you can't experience the power of black gas at all!

The black qi was indeed destroyed by him with one blow, but the confrontation between the black qi and the sword intent really can't be regarded as a loss, and it can even be said to be a win.

His incomparable sword intent in the form of substance is really strong and strong, and it is easy to deal with ordinary—even if it is a soldier with cultivation and has already formed a battle—at his fingertips.

But in the face of the black gas, the problems were suddenly exposed.

Big, but not real.

more, but not condensation.

His strength has grown by leaps and bounds, but he has not been able to develop martial arts that can fully match his strength.

Although he has been working hard to improve during this time, and has achieved some results, it is clear that he has not tried enough.

At least, in a short period of time, he couldn't make up for the absolute gap between his martial arts and the strength he should have.

The black qi forcibly broke through his incomparable sword intent that was like a substance, and rushed into his divine soul.

Although, after the continuous impact of the sword qi and sword intent, it was only the last wisp of the end of the black qi strong crossbow that rushed into his divine soul, it also made Pang Shiyuan extremely vigilant.

This in itself showed that the black qi surpassed the sword intent that he was proud of, both in terms of power and condensation. Otherwise, the black gas would not have such a feat of breaking the face with a point.

What's more, after the last wisp of black qi entered his soul, it also set off a lot of waves.

Under the attack of his endless divine soul power, this wisp of black qi lasted even longer than the large amount of yin and evil qi emitted from the previous altar.

If it weren't for the fact that the black qi was too little, and there was no follow-up power, with its incredible condensation, it would definitely be able to set off an uproar in his soul.

He could fully imagine that once he hastily encountered a large number of black qi attacks, he would definitely not be able to please him, and he might suffer a big loss if he didn't do well.

Thinking of this, Pang Shiyuan, who fell back to the ground, was naturally not in a good mood.

He became more and more eager to improve his martial arts to match his true strength.

At the same time, he also had a general idea of the black gas.

He judged that this black qi was probably the product of the Yin and Evil Qi sacrifice. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the characteristics of this black qi are so similar to those of yin and evil qi.

And because of the characteristics of black gas, he thought of something legendary.

If it was really that thing, even if Pang Shiyuan was very confident in himself, he felt that things were getting more and more difficult to do.

The degree of difficulty is even greater than that of the tens of thousands of troops of Mengyuan. (To be continued.) )