Chapter 1244: The Twelve States of Sky Cloud: The Hundred Tigers and Beast Kings

Chapter 1244: The Twelve States of Sky Cloud: The Hundred Tigers and Beast Kings

Faintly, there is a scent of sweetness in it, but it is very faint, if you don't pay attention, you can't smell it at all.

However, Old Monster Jiang's expression changed.

This thing is poisonous!

His whole body was shining with light, and he had activated the spiritual shield.

Almost at the same time, the ghost fog began to surge and suddenly became thicker. This is not fog, but it is somewhat similar to the ink sprayed by octopuses in the sea.

With a whimper, he was wrapped up, and at the same time, a powerful demonic force came out.

However, unlike the aura exuded by ordinary monsters, the monster power is mixed with a strong death energy. As a great immortal cultivator in the late Yuanying period, Old Monster Jiang has a wide range of knowledge, and his pupils shrank slightly. The legendary ghost.

He turned into a warehouse, but although the old monster was full of gloom, he was not disturbed. With a flick of his sleeves, a simple fairy sword flew out.

The green light flickered, and the surface was covered with blue arcs.

"disease!"

Old Monster Jiang pointed forward, and a thick electric arc bounced from the fairy sword. After a roll, it turned into a miniature dragon. With two sharp claws, it grabbed towards the encircling mist.

A point towards the two sides, tearing fiercely.

It stands to reason that thunder-attribute exercises have an excellent restraint effect on ghosts and ghosts, and Old Monster Jiang's purple lightning sword is even more powerful.

However, the scene in front of him was different from what he had imagined. Although the electric flood dragon swooped and pulled, it could not be said that it had no effect, but it only tore a small hole about a foot in diameter.

The ghost fog is still closing continuously, and various faces are changing on the surface, and at the same time, there are mournful ghost roars.

Hearing this, Old Monster Jiang lost his mind for a moment, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he made the mistake of underestimating the enemy again. This monster was much more terrifying than imagined.

Now that he was in a crisis, how could he dare to spare a little bit of strength, and he clicked on a tactic, but was shocked to find that the spiritual power in his body could only be lifted by one-third.

"this……"

Old Monster Jiang was startled and angry. Although the wound on his chest and lungs hadn't healed, the impact wasn't that great. Could it be that the ghost fog around him was poisonous, which stagnated the spiritual power in his body?

Thoughts turned in my mind, and then a loud bang came to my ears, and the seemingly calm lake surface unexpectedly set off a huge wave.

A monster appeared in the waves.

It has a hideous and terrifying appearance, with eight tentacles waving up and down, each of which is thicker than a yellow barrel, with a huge head. From the outside, this monster is the same as the one Lin Xuan killed, but its body shape is not the same. In other words, what Lin Xuan met was just a differentiating soul, but the one in front of him was the body.

At first glance, its huge volume is similar to a hill.

The huge coercion made Mr. Jiang's scalp numb even more. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the injury on his chest, opened his mouth, and spit out a stream of blood, which exploded into a blood mist with a "bang", and was caught by the fairy sword like a long whale taking water. absorbed.

Afterwards, the lightning was dazzling, and the sword swelled up against the storm, and with a crackling sound, it slashed fiercely forward.

The sticky ghost fog was no small matter, but it was still swept away by the great power of the fairy sword.

However, Old Monster Jiang not only didn't relax, but felt an inexplicable sense of horror. He hurriedly squeezed his hands, and reluctantly performed the method of shrinking the ground. His figure was blurred and disappeared from the spot without a trace.

boom!

The loud noise came to the ears, but it was a monster's tentacle that fell, and the whole earth was cracked.

The terrifying power made Old Monster Jiang's face pale as paper, he barely raised his head, and looked up at the monster exuding unparalleled aura.

His pupils shrank slightly, feeling something was wrong in his heart, he gritted his teeth and said, "You...you are not a ghost!"

"Huh, you little guy still has some eyesight. If you have some sense, don't resist and let the deity swallow you obediently. Except for ghosts and ghosts, there have been no human immortal cultivators in millions of years, and those gloomy guys , No matter how much you eat, you can’t make this deity advance, but you are different, as long as you devour your Nascent Soul, this deity can transform into a human form.”

The sound of the octopus monster's wild laughter came to the ears. In terms of spiritual intelligence, this guy was almost as different as a human being, and his tone was ridiculously loud. He even threatened to devour an immortal cultivator in the late Yuanying period.

However, Old Monster Jiang ignored the shock and anger, and stared at the monster in front of him. The aura exuded by the other party was different from the spiritual pressure, but it still made him feel an inexplicable horror. Although the monster was extremely arrogant, But it's not just boasting indiscriminately.

"You are not a monster, nor a ghost, but your aura is somewhat similar to both. What are you?"

"This question, I don't want to answer you, or wait until it gets into my stomach, and then explain it to you."

The facial features, eyebrows and eyes of the octopus monster are clearly an ugly human face, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of its mouth, it opens its bloody mouth, and sprays out a beam of black light about ten feet thick.

No...it's not beams of light, ink, but it doesn't have the slightest fishy smell, instead it exudes a faint sweetness.

The color and taste are quite similar to the ghost mist just now, but the power is not the same. Although Old Monster Jiang is in the late stage of Nascent Soul, his expression is also full of fear, but at this moment, there is nowhere to hide. Bite the bullet and go up.

...

Let's talk about the other side.

The cloudy air is soaring, and a huge gossip pattern can be faintly seen, flickering, after killing the Jujia ghost tree, the Nine-headed Patriarch knew that his identity was exposed, so he stopped hiding his whereabouts and took the Huojiao King and Qinglian layman to kill him. past.

However, he ran headlong into the big formation set up by the Luo family.

"What's this?"

Looking at the ghosts and ghosts that appeared around him, as well as the gossip diagrams of different sizes, the Huo Jiao King was dumbfounded.

It's no wonder he wondered, these two things are originally mutually reinforcing, when will they be able to live in harmony?

In ancient times, the compound formation was famous for a while, but now it has long since disappeared in the world of cultivating immortals. This set of formations and formations was handed down by the ancestors of the Luo family. It is not surprising that the Huojiao King has never heard of it.

In fact, not to mention him, even the Nine-headed Ancestor next to him had doubts on his face, but at this moment, there was no time to think about anything.

The Luo family set up formations here. Although they don't know their purpose, there are nine out of ten that it is the critical period of treasure hunting...

Thinking of this, the three people's hearts were very hot, and they used their magical powers one after another without saying goodbye, trying to break the formation in a short time.

The Huo Jiao King trembled, the light flickered, he had actually shown the prototype of a monster body, turned into a red dragon, over twenty feet long, opened his bloody mouth, and spewed out dazzling pillars of fire.

Immediately, the entire sky was illuminated red, and those ghosts and ghosts were swept away.

The demon fire in the later stage of transformation is no small matter, not to mention that this guy's body is a dragon with a fire attribute. Because of his talent, the demon fire spewed out can't be said to burn everything, but there are not many people in the human world who can resist it.

Layman Qinglian was not idle either, and a simple scroll flew out. This is his natal treasure, but it is not made of paper, but made of bamboo slips.

The emerald green is about to drip, exuding a soul-stirring spiritual power.

"disease!"

Layman Qinglian raised her right hand, and typed out a tactic, the scroll was slowly opened in mid-air with a flash of precious light.

However, the strange thing is that there is no text on the scroll, but a picture drawn.

tiger!

Lifelike, all kinds of tigers, standing, sitting, pouncing, playing, a rough count, there are as many as a hundred big and small tigers, although the shapes are different, but without exception mighty.

In the secular world, the tiger is known as the king of beasts. Even in the world of cultivating immortals, although the demon tiger is not considered to be the spirit of heaven and earth, it is also known for its bravery.

In all fairness, in principle, Layman Qinglian's "Hundred Tiger Beast King Picture" is not surprising at all, it is just refining the natal magic weapon with ten thousand-year-old spiritual bamboo, and then collecting the soul of the tiger demon, refining it with a secret method, and sealing it. Among them, it is similar to the process of making a magic weapon.

However, for ordinary treasures, no matter what their quality is, it is enough to seal one weapon spirit. Having more is not necessarily beneficial, but it will damage the spirituality of the treasure, and even the magic power will be mottled and impure.

But this picture of the Hundred Tigers and Beast Kings is different. Although Songfeng Academy does not show mountains and dews among the seven sects, it is naturally no small feat to be able to give birth to an old monster like Wangtinglou with a cultivation level reaching the sky.

This treasure is based on the secrets of this sect that Layman Qinglian worked hard to refine successfully. Not many people know about its power, but Wangtinglou has also praised it in private.

As the number one expert in the Twelve States of Tianyun, that old monster's gaze is ridiculously high. To put it bluntly, there are few treasures in the human world that can make him fall in love with. It can be seen that the Baihu Beastmaster Figure, definitely has its extraordinary.

With the injection of Layman Qinglian's mana, the treasure's blue light gushed out and was shrouded in a misty mist. Then the mist spread to the surroundings, extending to a radius of mu, and the trembling roar of the tiger continued.

Then the light faded, but the mist turned rapidly, and a group of ferocious monster tigers came into view.

They were of different sizes, but they exuded an extremely terrifying demonic aura, and rushed towards the surroundings crazily.

The Nine-Headed Patriarch also raised his hand, although he didn't take out any treasures, but the vitality of the surrounding world began to surge, condensing into huge arcs of light with a diameter of more than ten feet long, and fiercely chopped towards the front.

The trick is simple, but its power is astonishing. Although the composite formation is strong, it seems to be crumbling in the face of the violent attack of the three old monsters.

The sound of rumbling cracks kept coming to the ears, and the face of the ancestor of the Luo family was extremely gloomy, but he did not urge him, needless to say, the monks who set up the formation knew that there was no delay. At this moment, no one was stingy Mana gone.

At this time, around the huge compass, nine jet-black beams of light rose up.