Lord Of Pets

Chapter 449 Immortal Body, King of Spiritual Fog!

Spirit Mist, a rare transcendent creature of tribal nature.

It looks like an enlarged tadpole, ten meters wide, and can fly at low altitudes.

Wherever it passes, there will be a dark green mist.

The scales of butterflies and the mucus of snails are all part of body secretions.

However, although this creature ranks among the ultimate body, it is fundamentally different from the purple electric dragon sculpture, the black iron giant, and the snake girl.

It is not good at fighting, does not have a real flesh and blood body, and even its wisdom is very low.

It belongs to a ghost-type species, and most of its abilities are related to changing ecology and changing the environment, rather than fighting.

On this basis, the spirit fog beast has a long lifespan.

It is not easy to be injured, and it is several grades stronger than the survivability of the ghost body.

Therefore, in Bai Wushang’s cognition, the threat level of a single spirit fog beast may not be comparable to that of a monster at the peak of a mature body.

As long as you don’t deliberately provoke, deliberately stimulate.

Generally, they can live in peace and harmony with alien creatures.

There are even daring human masters who will actively seek out the habitat of the spirit mist beasts and try to be neighbors with them.

Because of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi there, it will become very wealthy, and it can be regarded as a good Feng Shui treasure land.

No matter it is used to sow elixir, or to cultivate soul power and feed pet beasts.

All have a lot of help.

But now, Bai Wushang, who is thousands of meters away in the thick green haze, is dumbfounded and speechless.

This kind of creature, no matter how bad at fighting, shouldn’t appear in the inner ring.

In other words, this is not the place where the Spirit Mist Beast lives!

At this moment, an unimaginable magnificent scene was greeted by Bai Wushen’s eyes.

In the picture, the dark green mist spiraled into the sky, like torn cloth, torn and scattered.

Form a semi-vacuum zone, no longer obstructing vision.

Bai Wuhuo, who was hiding behind a small mound, looked up like this, seeing clearly.

About fifteen spirit fog beasts are fighting!

It is not alone, nor is it scattered.

Instead, the head and tail are interconnected, and the translucent mouth firmly bites the ass of another Spirit Mist, forming a giant emerald snake that is more than two hundred meters long.

Immortal body, the king of spiritual fog!

This kind of species, which cannot be defined as true or false in the book data, actually exists!

It is said that the upgraded species with sufficient intelligence is born in the group of Lingmist Beasts, and the life level climbs to the peak of the ultimate body.

It will naturally become the “king” of the ethnic group, and in times of crisis, it can drive the ethnic group to “integrate and evolve.”

Once merged, it will cross the bloodline barrier and enter the Immortal body, gaining extraordinary combat characteristics, and a radical change from the past.

Although this integration is not permanent.

When the time is up, or the energy is exhausted.

The King of Spirit Mist will trigger decomposition and degenerate into a divided individual.

But it is indisputable that this is the first time that Bai Wuhuo has been alone in more than seventeen years of his career. In this situation, he has peeped into such a special Immortal body.

Can not help but think of, as an ancient giant species, mastering the power of thunder, the purple electric dragon sculpture is among the pinnacle of the ultimate body.

Strong?

But the behemoth, seventy or eighty meters high, suddenly let out a scream.

Roaring madly for several minutes, he broke up the Lingwu King Xiao half body several times, and then watched it recover as before.

In the end, helpless and unwilling, he crashed to the ground.

The bones were trembling, and there was a tendency to decompose.

At the same time, the bone troll’s left hand, which was always clenched, finally opened half open uncontrollably.

A ray of blue light rose into the sky, faintly, Bai Wushen saw a flower.

There are seven petals, the whole body is faint blue, reflecting the dreamlike color.

“That’s…Hiroland? Seven thousand years of Hiroland?”

Almost for an instant, thousands of meters away, the fragrance pours into Bai Wushen’s nose, fascinating and thrilling.