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On the roof of the broken temple, Zhuo Niu had defeated Ah Wen. He stepped on Ah Wen's head and said with a wicked smile: "I don't know what the mosquito demon tastes like?" He opened his bloody mouth and directly devoured the things under him.

"Where is the ink?" Huang Lang stood with his sword in his hand. He saw the pig demon devouring another monster in one bite, but he didn't have the slightest fear. Before going to Su Mountain, he never knew what to be afraid of, but the Black Snake Demon Mo Gong made him panic several times. At this time, his strong self-esteem no longer allowed him to be afraid of anything in this world.

Zhuo Niu obviously used these mortals as food at first, but when he saw that the sword wielder was not afraid, and when he heard the name of Mo Gong, he thought that these people were not Taoist mages who subdued demons! However, as soon as he defeated the mosquito demon, he was arrogant, so he said, "What are you?"

was despised by the demon, and Huang Lang's anger arose spontaneously. If he hadn't escorted this dead pig to Su Mountain, how could he have been coerced and humiliated by Mo Yan! Thinking of this, he shifted his hatred and pointed his sword directly at the pig demon.

Zhuo Niu was provoked and jumped from the top of the temple, but seeing that there was no spiritual power on the blade of the sword, and knowing that the other party was just a mortal, he pounced, and the fangs passed directly through the blade, breaking it into three sections, and at the same time, he stabbed his sharp claws into Huang Lang's neck.

Huang Lang's martial arts are quite profound, and his reaction is extremely fast, but when he saw that the sword was broken, he hurriedly jumped back. And Zhuo Niu just had a fierce battle with the mosquito demon, and he couldn't do it at this time. The claw's attack was dodged by Huang Lang in time, but it also cut three claw marks on Huang Lang's face.

Zhuo Niu was bloodthirsty, took his paws to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a treasure, and then put his paws into his mouth and licked them, and immediately looked extremely excited, and shouted: "Finally found, the blood of human souls!

The most precious treasure in the world is the human soul. There are mountain spirits in the mountains, river spirits in the water, and human beings in the world. When the aura of the region is gathered in one, it becomes a spiritual physique and a spiritual object. However, the spirit of the human world, hidden among thousands of mortals, does not show aura, and its appearance is the same as that of mortals, so it is really extremely difficult to find.

Decades ago, a white snake hung above the immortal vine, and the Red Emperor White Emperor talked under the vine. White Snake accidentally heard about the coveted dragon transformation method.

If you want to turn into a dragon, you must be a worm. The long worm eats the long worm and gives birth to feet, eats the ox kui and gives birth to horns, eats the river spirit and gives birth to scales, and eventually incarnates into a dragon...... In this way, the snake demon can finally be transformed into a flying winged dragon.

The god of Mangdang Mountain, named the White Emperor. The nine sons of the White Emperor, the sixth of which are heavenly insects, and the third of which are white beasts. The white beasts are all primates and become the spirit animals of the mountains. The insects were born as demons, and most of them were expelled by the White Emperor, and only the second son Zhuo Niu still had spirituality, so he stayed in Mangdang Mountain to protect the immortal vines. After the White Emperor was devoured by the black dragon, Zhuo Niu was no longer under control, so he left the fairy vine, found a heavenly worm to devour it, and then devoured Niu Kui and the river spirit, and finally turned into a bull horn white Jiao.

Ten years ago, the Ox Horn White Jiao found a black Jiao and wanted to defeat and devour it in order to grow dragon feet. But he didn't know that the black Jiao in front of him was actually a dragon, and if the sneak attack failed, he was seriously injured by the black dragon. After that, he fled to Sushan, and met the monk Jiangliu again, and fought with him with injuries, and the demon body was destroyed, and the demon soul was sealed.

In the method of turning into a dragon, devouring human spirits grows wings. The dragon gives birth to wings, that is, the dragon. And at this moment, the human soul is in front of Zhuo Niu's eyes, which naturally makes him overjoyed. Although he is no longer a white Jiao, and he will not grow wings if he devours human spirits, how precious human souls are, he must not let go at this time.

Zhuo Niu first fixed his gaze on Huang Lang, and then glanced around, as if he had already regarded Huang Lang as something in his pocket, comparing it with the mortals around him. He said: "Except for human spirits, the rest of the mortals are useless, damn it!"

In the firelight, a white shadow was as fast as lightning, and all the thieves fell to the ground. They don't seem to have reacted before they have been brutally murdered.

"Follow me!" Zhuo Niu, who had solved the obstruction of the eyesore, flashed in front of Huang Lang again, stretched out his tongue and licked Huang Lang's cheek, "I am reluctant to kill you, follow me, treasure!"

Huang Lang was not afraid at all, and had already wrapped the Yangwu scroll given by Yuan Chao around his waist. He had a word in his mind - it was the spell that made the martial spirit possess him. Suddenly, a stream of spiritual power gushed out, like a mountain and river erupting, endlessly, surging and surging. Huang Lang's eyes emitted red light, and his body emitted an unusual heat, and even the fire behind him was infected by the heat, and it was raging in an instant.

Possessed by a martial spirit, Huang Lang's hair turned fiery red, and a hot breath exhaled from his mouth, which actually ignited all around. In the flames, Huang Lang's clothes were burned in an instant, and the belongings he carried with him were all turned into ashes, only the scroll around his waist remained. He came naked from the fire, and with every step he took, the floor under his feet burned red.

Zhuo Niu was shocked and quickly jumped to the center of the temple dam. Knowing that his current demonic power alone would not be able to resist such a strong fire, he turned and fled into the darkness.

Huang Lang walked out of the fire, but after only two or three steps, he suddenly stood still and his eyes closed. He seemed to hear the voices of thousands of troops, but soon calmed down. In his mind, a magnificent picture unfolded, white and beautiful, vast and majestic. It's above the clouds, and the road to the clouds is endless. In this mist-shrouded world, incomparably huge stone statues stood majestically, and beneath them, all white-robed and gold-armored soldiers, all armed with spears. They are neatly aligned, infinite in number, and they stretch out in rows until the end of the cloud road.

"What you see is the world in my memory," a deep voice said to Huang Lang, "but there is no longer there, only countless stone statues." ”

"Who are you?"

"I am the god of yangwu. The martial soul said: "I have attached to your body and temporarily combined with your soul." You have to listen to my orders before you can kill the demons!"

"Hmph," Huang Lang said: "You possess me, you should obey my orders, if you don't obey, I will sink the scroll into the water, and let you be wiped out!"

Yangwu scroll, written by incantations. It is the martial soul attached to the scroll in the form of a spell, and if the spell dissipates, the martial soul will naturally disappear. Huang Lang didn't know this, but at this time, the martial soul possessed the body, and Huang Lang's soul and the martial soul temporarily merged into one, and the memories of the two shared together, and the memories of the two sides coexisted in one. Therefore, Huang Lang knew the flaws of the martial soul.

"How dare you threaten me!"

"I dare to threaten anyone!" Huang Lang suddenly opened his eyes, but the heat in his body had all dissipated, and the martial spirit had returned to the scroll. At the same time, he forgot all about what he had seen.

Huang Lang looked around, but there was no trace of Zhuo Niu. The fire was still burning, the ruined temple was collapsing, and the chaotic sound was continuous. And a white shadow suddenly appeared, it was the white qi that was chasing Zhuo Niu.