Bai Xiaotian was still sitting in the circle with his eyes closed at the moment, pinching the trick in his hand, and he didn't know when it would end.

Shen Luo didn't bother, his eyes looked around, and he was thinking about how to deal with Gu Hualing in the future.

After a few days of pursuit, he already had a considerable understanding of the strength of the ancient spirit.

This woman's cultivation has definitely reached the valley level, she knows a lot of mysterious magic techniques, and she has the real magic weapon of the three-pointed claw thorn in her hand, and her strength is far above him or Bai Xiaotian, so he naturally doesn't think that these few talismans can be of much use.

Although Bai Xiaotian should also have some means to press the bottom of the box, he can't pin all his hopes on Bai Xiaotian.

"The techniques I know so far, except for the treading technique, are only the skills of psychic service demons, which are too few...... Well, the Psychic Demon Technique ......" Shen Luo sighed secretly, but his eyes suddenly moved.

"Since there is still time, why don't I try the technique of channeling demons again, if I can subdue one or two more water tribes, I can improve my chances of winning a little. ”

He had already made up his mind, so he got up and came to the lake, and cast a spell to summon Xiaogui first.

Speaking of this humble big sea turtle, although its strength is average, it is better because of its rough skin and thick flesh, and its recovery ability is good.

After Shen Luo instructed Xiao Gui to guard the surroundings, he stepped into the lake step by step, until the lake was above his knees, and he pinched his hands and started the technique of channeling demons.

Soon his eyes went dark and he entered the space of divine consciousness.

Ever since he succeeded in channeling the cone in his dream, he felt that he had become more and more proficient in urging this method in reality, which was one of the reasons why he dared to try channeling at this time.

"Ding-dong".

Lots and lots of blue dots of light emerge and float around.

Shen Luo swept around, groaned slightly, and selected the largest blue light spot nearby, and his divine sense spread cautiously, and immediately a flower appeared in front of him, appearing in a vast blue space, no smaller than the blue space he entered in his dream.

Countless water waves-like blue light rippled around, forming a vast and incomparably blue sea, in which the incomparably powerful water demon qi was hidden, and it was not under the blue sea in the dream realm.

"This place...... It can't really be the water in the dream realm, right?" Shen Luo secretly guessed, and then spread his divine sense, carefully avoiding those aquatic monsters that were too powerful, looking for suitable psychic beasts.

Soon he locked on a target, which was slightly stronger than his current cultivation, and should be in the middle stage of Qi refining.

He didn't dare to challenge the water tribe that was too powerful, even this one, it was also a bit risky.

Shen Luo infiltrated his divine sense and tried to communicate with the other party, but a roar of anger was immediately transmitted, and he did not speak, it seemed that he was a water tribe that had not yet opened his spiritual wisdom like Xiao Gui.

Although the other party was speechless, the intention of refusing to be his psychic beast was unmistakable.

Shen Luo didn't care either, the shock and deterrence method in the Silent Psychic Demon Technique, countless black runes spread towards the opposite side.

He used this method of subduing monsters, although it was not as perfect as in the dream, but it also reached the level of entering the house.

The monster on the other side roared angrily and tried its best to resist, but this resistance force was far from that of the cone, and its indiscriminate force did not consider the question of whether it could last at all.

Not long after the two sides clashed, the monster itself began to flee frantically, as if it wanted to use this method to get rid of the psychic demon technique.

Shen Luo was not surprised, this psychic demon technique was quite exquisite, and almost the entire water area on the opposite side was within his perception range, how could he let that monster escape easily?

Moreover, this monster is so reckless and fleeing, the consumption must be great, which is equivalent to accelerating its own fall.

Sure enough, it was only a meal, and the monster's cry changed from a roar to a scream.

After a while, the idea of surrender came from the other side.

Shen Luo hurriedly ran the psychic demon technique, condensed a psychic mark, submerged into the opposite demon object, and then stopped casting the spell, and returned to the lake with a flower in front of him.

He felt that the mana in his body was only consumed, and a trace of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

With his current cultivation, he was able to easily subdue a mid-stage Qi refining demon, which was really a bit unexpected to him.

Of course, the more important reason should be that he cultivated the nameless exercise to the third level in his dream, and with a higher level of understanding, coupled with the bumpy experience of subduing the cone, he can only be achieved in one fell swoop when he returns to reality.

He secretly made up his mind that when he had the chance to dream in the future, he would definitely practice more nameless exercises and spells such as spiritism over there, so that he might be able to get twice the result with half the effort when he returned to reality. After all, his qualifications in reality are really poor, and it is difficult to grow by relying on his own hard work.

Shen Luo immediately abandoned these distracting thoughts, closed his eyes and breathed for a moment, and after recovering the mana in his body to almost the end, he put his hand into the lake and silently used the summoning technique.

Soon the lake began to vibrate, forming a whirlpool of water in the center of his palm, and a black water hole appeared in the middle.

"Open!"

Shen Luo let out a low sigh, the whirlpool levitated and swelled in a circle, and a gray-white demonic qi seeped out of it, and then a gray-white python four or five feet long slipped out of the water hole.

The python's head is flat, its body is as thick as a bucket, and its body is covered with large gray-white scales at the mouth of the bowl, faintly revealing a slight metallic luster, and it looks very hard. The only peculiar thing is that there are several fin protrusions on its dorsal ridge.

Xiao Gui was on guard in the nearby lake at the moment, and when he saw the gray python appear, his eyes showed a look of fear, and he quickly shrank his head and limbs, leaving only a huge turtle shell on the surface of the lake.

"Hiss......" As soon as the gray python came out, he immediately looked at Shen Luo, his slender eyes flashed with fierce light, obviously a little unconvinced.

Shen Luo snorted, and didn't appease him first like he did when he dealt with the cone, and directly pinched the trick with one hand, and used the technique of psychic service demon.

Under the effect of the psychic imprint, the gray python's eyes suddenly revealed a painful color, the mouth hissed non-stop, and the huge body rolled violently in the lake, stirring up the water to splash, and the snake's tail slammed the water surface, making a thunderous rumbling sound.

Shen Luo glanced at Bai Xiaotian, and saw that he was still sitting with his eyes closed, and was not affected by the movement here, so he immediately put his mind at ease and continued to urge the psychic technique.

After a while, the fierce light in the python's eyes disappeared, revealing a pleading color, and he stopped.

The pain in the gray python's mind disappeared, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at Shen Luo.

"Come here. Shen Luo raised his hand and made a move.

The python hesitated for a moment, but still swam over with its swinging body and lowered its head tamely.

"Is there a name?" Shen Luo asked when he saw him bow his head, his tone was much softer.

The gray python looked up at Shen Luo, the snake letter swallowed a few times, and a blank emotion was transmitted through the psychic imprint, as if he didn't understand what he meant.