The troubles of the teenage villain

It is not accurate to say that they are black shadows. If you look carefully, these black shadows actually have human shapes and even vague facial features.There is also the evil spirit of injustice and hatred.

This is the demon summoned by Feng Shao.

Meditation attacks rely on mind power, talisman cultivation relies on talisman seals, alchemy cultivation relies on erysipelas, array cultivation relies on magic circles, sword cultivation relies on swords, martial cultivation relies on martial arts, demon cultivation relies on body, and if attacking, it relies on refining Foreign objects, such as demons, puppets, living corpses...

Feng Shao has only been here for more than ten years, in order to hide his identity and find the seven-star spiritual ear, so there is no opportunity and environment to refine these forbidden items.But this does not prevent him from summoning ghosts in the lotus hiding place.

This kind of vicious yellow magic weapon, probably countless cultivators died in it, and Feng Shao only summoned it for a few breaths, and dozens of ghosts gathered here.With four particles, it is only a matter of a few breaths to refine these soul sacrifices into demon spirits. Although he has never used this trick, he memorizes every mantra and mental method injected by the sacrifice of the heart mantra. It's at your fingertips.

Using the summoned ghosts to sacrifice on the spot to become a demon is of course not as good as refining it yourself, but fortunately, the cultivators who can die in this yellow-rank magic weapon are not too low in cultivation, so the power of the demon is not too low. Two particles are reached.

Daoren Ding was suddenly entangled by a group of evil spirits. When he was distracted, the vajra palm naturally lost his aim, and swept emptyly towards the muddy ground of the hiding place. After a loud bang, a two-foot-wide the big pit.

Aside from being horrifying, Feng Shao couldn't help but rejoice that the punch didn't land on Xiaobai... Looking at Xiaobai again, he couldn't help discovering a strange scene - the white tiger that was still clinging to Daoren Ding's bite didn't receive Daoren Ding at all. The invasion of that group of demons!

One must know that the Mo Sha that was not refined by oneself is not so easy to control. No matter how precise Feng Shao's manipulative spell is, the Mo Sha can receive vaguely, almost a small-scale indiscriminate attack.

And the white tiger seemed to be covered with a layer of white spiritual energy, like a mask, those demons not only did not approach, but were afraid to avoid them, what's more, the demons that were slightly closer to the animal's body began to become more blurred and shallow It faded... It was like being sucked by a white tiger.

Simply incredible!

The strength of the white tiger is only between the establishment of the foundation and the golden core. Although this demon has only the power of two particles, it is equivalent to the foundation of the cultivation world, and there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. Common sense.

How can there be such a spectacle?

Even if it is the nature of the holy beast White Tiger, how can it have such a heaven-defying reaction with its current strength?

Feng Shao couldn't think of a reason, but he called the white tiger back, not only afraid that it would be affected by Daoren Ding's palm again, but also afraid that it would stay any longer. To be eroded clean by this guy.

The white tiger licked his paws as if he was full, and walked over. The scars on the beast's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.Feng Shao has learned about this a long time ago, knowing that it has this heaven-defying function when the spirit energy is very abundant.But he didn't expect that after a fierce battle just now, it was still full of spiritual energy?

Feng Shao shook his head, he simply couldn't think deeply about these things, it's not a good time if he doesn't have the energy.

Just a group of two-particle Mo Sha is not enough, if it will not kill Daoren Ding, it can only break his heart defenses to pieces.

Because cultivators in the mainland of Kyushu hate demon cultivators, they yell to fight and kill, so demon cultivators seldom show up in Kyushu. It is a secular sect like Thunderbolt Gate. Daoren Ding has never seen many demon cultivators.

So Daoren Ding didn't know an effective solution. He was tormented by Mosha with a splitting headache, upset, and his expression was distorted.His twitching fists sometimes merged and sometimes punched, but they couldn't drive away the group of ghosts at all.He felt that his spiritual qi was constantly being plundered, but there was nothing he could do. The power of martial arts methods against Mo Sha was greatly reduced.

Feng Shao watched Taoist Ding's gradually depleted spiritual energy coldly, raised the Chiyan Sword again, mobilized the remaining spiritual energy, and was ready to beat the dog in the water.

Just when Daoren Ding was exhausted and Mosha's black shadow gradually dimmed, he seized the opportunity and pointed his flying sword directly at Daoren Ding, only to see the violent sword intent explode suddenly, and the place it passed was like a fire dragon swimming In the past, the flames burned to Daoren Ding's body!

Daoren Ding was bitten to bloody flesh by the white tiger, and then he was tormented by the demon so that he lost his mind. At this moment, he suddenly saw the sword light rushing towards his face. Normally, even if he couldn't resist, he would definitely be able to dodge it, but at this moment his body skills are not good enough. He watched helplessly as the scorching fire burned his body.

The Red Flame Sword was tailor-made for Feng Shao's fierce sword intent and fire spiritual energy. With the support of the sword intent, the raging fire burned more and more vigorously. Daoren Ding no longer knew what pain was, and his whole soul seemed to be drowning in it. Among the demons.Having fallen into a demon, he became even more angry, and no longer tried to save himself. He bared his teeth and looked at Feng Shao, and said viciously: "Shameless demon cultivator! This Dao will die with you!"

Suddenly a dazzling light flashed!

It's a sign of self-destruction!

Feng Shao's face suddenly changed!Oops!Daoren Ding actually still has spiritual energy to transform into spiritual power!So that there is enough energy to explode!

He secretly hated in his heart, summoning Mosha is bad for this, and if he can't control it completely, he can't find out the details of Taoist Ding through Mosha... Feng Shao secretly vowed that if he escaped from the sky, he would refine it by himself, and at the same time he was anxious Shi Moying took a sneak step, but before he had time, the white tiger jumped up, and was picked up by it, and fled away.

But this is all superfluous, because it is almost an instant to explode the golden core.

"Die! Let me die!"

The overwhelming force rolled towards him without any tricks, the air was solidified, and the suffocating sense of fear was like a rope tightly strangling Feng Shao's throat.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, Daoren Ding's face was densely covered with black lines like a spider web, and his bloodthirsty and ferocious smile was extremely clear.

The coercion of the Golden Core Late Stage exuded to the extreme shrouded the entire Confinement Realm, Feng Shao's mind went blank, and it was this kind of scene again, 12 years ago, it was like this!

Don't want to die.

Can't die.

He instinctively pushed the white tiger away with all his strength, and then used all the magic energy to strengthen the magic armor...

Boom!

Feng Shao was slammed into the air, feeling like he was being blasted into shards. When his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness.

The white tiger who was pushed to the distance watched the young man being blown away, his golden eyes changed from panic to anger, and his eyes were blood-stained, red.

The blood all over its body suddenly burned, and it rushed over at a speed that had never been so fast.Its chest was raging, and it felt that even if there was a fire in its body, the gushing flames grew higher and higher, and finally submerged its whole body...

Daoren Ding's eyes were red, and the coercion he exuded enveloped the audience. Under the reflection of the light, his power was unprecedentedly strong!

Under such coercion, the white tiger was not blown away, it actually plowed into the ground, its fur exploded, its trembling eyes fixed on the direction where Feng Shao disappeared, and the anger in its golden eyes instantly swelled.

he is injured!

He is gone!

It felt as if a certain part of its body was about to explode, through the anger in its body... what kind of power was that, it seemed to be slowly awakening.

A voice resounded from somewhere—the power of the gods is like hell, and the grace of gods is like the sea.

Daoren Ding laughed loudly at this moment, but the laughter gradually became blurred, because a golden light bloomed from his charred body, like a dazzling sunflower, gushing out from his body and mind.

The golden light, like a scorching sun, burst out of the body, and gradually became huge, instantly illuminating the entire hiding place.What followed was a powerful shock wave, which raged in all directions, and the explosive body in the later stage of Jindan surpassed the power of any magic weapon.

At the same time, the white tiger's golden eyes became ferocious and menacing, its mouth opened wide, exposing sharp saber teeth, as if possessed by a demon, it gathered all its strength and let out an angry roar.

Like thunder, it rolls and reverberates, making one's heart palpitate.

The white tiger has never felt so turbulent and full of power, as if the world can also be crushed by it, and all gods, ghosts and ghosts will be reduced to nothing under its roar.

A burst of raging white light has risen above its sturdy animal body, like clouds... At this moment, it seems that it is a real ancient ferocious sacred beast!

The murderous aura as thick as substance suddenly enveloped the whole body of the white tiger like mist.

Wherever the white light went, the sharp killing spirit counterattacked the oncoming shock wave!

Under the coercion rushing in front of him, the white tiger remained motionless, and the shock wave hit the rock like a raging wave, crashing and dissipating invisible!

But the white tiger still didn't feel it was enough, as if some kind of instinct had been ignited, the murderous aura in his chest was burning, and the fighting spirit was boiling.

Daoren Ding was no longer worthy of being called a human being, his limbs, head, and minced meat were completely separated, mixed with blood and shattered all over the ground.Only one eyeball was still staring in the socket, maintaining an unbelievable look, looking at the fierce god in front of him.

Of course he is dead, whether it is the physical body or the dharma body, and even the primordial spirit is shattered.After the self-detonation, he must die terribly.

But one thing is still intact, because Daoren Ding's desire to achieve it by self-destruction has not been fulfilled, so his newly formed inner demon is still intact, and even a little stronger.

It was a trace of dark mist floating on Ding Daoren's body, as if carrying the unwillingness and hatred of the dead.

The heart demon of this Jindan cultivator is fresh and strong, and the demon energy emitted is not inferior to the soul-attaching particles, which is very attractive to Baihu.Being so consumed, it devoured this demon without hesitation, just like eating an excellent delicacy.

Seeing Taoist Ding's primordial spirit floating in mid-air, the white tiger felt an unprecedented loathing and hatred suddenly rise up!

As if aware of the white tiger's intentions, that voice suddenly sounded in its sea of ​​consciousness - divine power as hell, divine grace as sea.

The white tiger ignored him, this person deserved to die!He hurt that person, he should disappear!

The voice began to chant sutras, like a series of curses, merciful, merciful, merciful, merciful...

No, it doesn't care about mercy.

It doesn't matter!

Compassion does not quell resentment.

The white tiger's icy aura continued to grow stronger, and the restraint in the sea of ​​consciousness could no longer break through the ferocious aura that was rushing to destroy everything.It waved its paw indifferently towards Ding Daoren's primordial spirit, and with a violent metal determination, that thin primordial spirit was instantly dissipated without a trace.

Daoren Ding was completely wiped out.

Afterwards, the white tiger turned around swiftly, and anxiously searched in the hiding place full of white mist.

The hiding place in the mist seemed to be boundless, but under the footsteps of Baihu who never stopped, he finally found the comatose young man on the ground.He closed his eyes tightly, quietly as if in deep sleep.

Are you hurt?

The white tiger jumped forward impatiently, stretched out his forelegs and pulled the boy under him. His golden eyes were full of anxiety and worry. It checked whether the boy's body was intact and whether he was still breathing...

There seems to be no problem, but why doesn't it wake up?