Because Xiao Yan revealed his huge body, the old monks recognized his identity as the "Demon Ancestor". They respected Xiao Yan extremely and knew that in future wars with the human race, they would rely on Xiao Yan to frighten the human masters, so they

There is no more murderous intention in my heart, and naturally I no longer have any murderous intention towards Xiao Yan's accomplice Ling Tian and others.

Tian Linzi and others had a deep hatred for Ling Tian and were extremely jealous of his talent. They did not want Ling Tian to live. So they passed on the image of Ling Tian exuding authentic Buddhist aura to the elders.

Those old monks have lived for countless years, and they have not felt a trace of human aura from Ling Tian. Seeing his strange appearance, they are sure that Ling Tian is not a human being, thinking that they are a person who has practiced Buddhist techniques.

The demon cultivator.

Confirming this idea, the old monks looked at each other, and they could see the shock and caution in each other's eyes. They murmured to themselves and told a legend from long ago.

The body of a demon cultivator can produce demonic aura. Although the demonic aura is not demonic aura, it is still incompatible with the Buddhist attributes. The Buddhist attributes also specialize in cultivating the physical body. A long time ago, many monks had the idea of ​​practicing Buddhist techniques. In this way, if the two are strengthened, the physical body may be damaged.

It can reach a shocking level.

However, the Buddhist attributes are incompatible with the aura of the demon clan. Most of the demon cultivators who practiced Buddhist techniques exploded and died, which was extremely miserable. Naturally, practicing Buddhist techniques came to naught.

It was not until later that an amazing and talented demon monk mastered Buddhist techniques by chance. His physical strength was much higher than that of monks of the same level, and was even comparable to those of two realms higher.

, this shocked the seniors of the Demon Clan, and then many seniors worked together to train this person.

This genius lived up to expectations, his strength rose rapidly, his combat prowess was astonishing, and he eventually became a legend among the demon clan.

Now that these people see Ling Tian's situation, they naturally think of this legendary genius. They think that Ling Tian may have successfully practiced Buddhist techniques and may become the second legend. This person can undoubtedly become a presence that intimidates the human race.

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"No wonder this man's physical body is so powerful. He can actually compete with the Hercules Bull Clan." Tianlinzi's father, Tianhong, murmured to himself: "If the seniors of the Monster Clan know about this son's existence, I'm afraid they will

We will train them with all our strength, so that we will undoubtedly be more confident in facing the monks' conference more than a hundred years later."

"Yes, this boy's future is limitless, and we must not offend him." The demon cultivator, a bear-shaped old monk, spoke with a solemn expression. He told the juniors: "If you brats dare to hit his attention again, be careful.

Kill you."

Hearing this, Tian Linzi and others looked at each other, but when they saw their elders looking like this, they showed a hint of fear and nodded one after another, saying that they would not embarrass Ling Tian.

"Tsk, tsk, their combination is so amazing. The demon ancestor eats the heavenly wolf, and is a demon cultivator who practices Buddhist techniques." The old monk with a golden sculpture shape was amazed: "I feel that the little girl is not ordinary, she has a faint trace of something...

The nine-color aura is vast and majestic, and I don’t have any fear when facing the Devouring Sirius. I’m afraid the power of blood is not weaker than that of the Devouring Sirius.”

"Seniors, I'm afraid that little girl is from the legendary Nine-Colored Lotus clan." Hua Jieyu said with a solemn expression: "I was trained by the weirdest people in the world, but I feel extremely fearful when facing her. This is the bloodline.

strength, her bloodline is much stronger than mine."

Most of the monks of the plant system have become wonders of the world. The demon ancestor monks have great respect for the power of blood, but the wonders of the world are different from the beasts. Tian Linzi's father and others cannot sense the power of Lian Yue's blood, just like Hua Jieyu cannot.

The power of blood is the same as that of Xiao Yan. Now that Hua Jieyu has said that the power of that little girl's blood is powerful, they will not doubt it.

"Isn't the Nine-Colored Lotus Clan a race that has existed since the beginning of the world? No wonder she can get along so well with the Heavenly Devouring Wolf." The old monk White Ape showed a look of surprise: "It is said that this Nine-Colored Lotus is also a demon clan."

The existence of "Demon Ancestor", after successful cultivation, the strength is amazing."

"Well, yes." A few old monks nodded, with extremely serious expressions: "These people may have extraordinary origins, and we must not offend them. No wonder the Hercules God Ox Clan and the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox Clan have friends with them.

Well, I'm afraid they already know the origins of these people."

Several others nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with this statement.

If Ling Tian knew that after the energy fusion, he was said to be a monster who practiced Buddhist techniques and was taken seriously by these people, I wonder if he would laugh or cry?

Not to mention that several old monks were shocked by the identities of Ling Tian and others, but also that Ling Tian felt relieved after not feeling the murderous intent of Tian Lin's father and others.

Lianyue had a sensitive sense of touch and knew that these people no longer had murderous intentions. They were safe and had no intention of leaving. They chose a corner to sit cross-legged and looked at the place where the magic soldiers were suspended, acting as if they were playing by ear.

appearance.

"Hehe, Brother Tian, ​​these people seem to respect you too." Lianyue smiled and said: "They look at you as if you are looking at senior experts. It's strange, why is this happening?"

Ling Tian shook his head, how did he know that these people misunderstood that he could become the second "legend"?

"Okay, let's not think too much. The emotions they reveal will definitely not be fake." Hu Yao chuckled softly, her voice was like a silver bell: "Isn't this good? It's very good for us to grab the magic weapon.

Woolen cloth."

Hearing this, Ling Tian also nodded, but Ling Tian was not completely relieved and looked vigilant.

The divine weapon's heavy halberd was suspended in the air, filled with blazing flames, making it impossible for anyone to get close. The blade trembled slightly, and waves of extremely sharp aura filled the air. Ling Tian, ​​who was sitting far away, could still feel the pain on his skin.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Ling Tian could vaguely feel that this divine soldier had a vague feeling of unwillingness, as if it was whining. When he felt it carefully, this feeling disappeared again, which made him puzzled.

"Po Qiong, have you felt the cry of this divine weapon being dispersed?" Ling Tian asked Po Qiong.

"Well, of course I feel it." Po Qiong muttered slightly and said in a solemn tone: "Although the weapon spirit of this divine weapon is extremely damaged, it still has its own emotions. After the original aura leaks out, the weapon spirit may also fall into a coma.

In this way, he naturally exudes a sad and unwilling mood."

"Oh, what a pity." Ling Tian sighed: "With the loss of the original aura, the level of the divine weapon will be greatly reduced. Even if I can repair it, I don't know how long it will take."

Ever since he had Po Qiong, Ling Tian has been nurturing him. Over ten years later, Po Qiong has only returned to the seventh or eighth level of the spiritual weapon. This is because the soul-eating arrows and corpse-slaying arrows devoured souls and corpse elixirs.

However, there was still no sign of being promoted to an immortal weapon, so Ling Tian was deeply moved by such suffering.

"Ling Tian, ​​send out your spiritual consciousness and see if you can communicate with this divine soldier." Po Qiong said: "If you can communicate with him, maybe he can follow you at this time, and those monks can't stop him.

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Hearing this, Ling Tian's eyes lit up, and he stopped talking. A ray of spiritual consciousness spread out and headed towards the divine weapon.

Unexpectedly, just as the spiritual consciousness approached the Divine Weapon Baizhang, an extremely hot flame filled the air and burned the spiritual consciousness in an instant. If Ling Tian had not decisively cut off the connection with the spiritual consciousness, I am afraid that this spiritual consciousness would have been destroyed.

The flames will follow the spiritual consciousness, and when the time comes, I am afraid that Ling Tian will cause the fire to explode.

"Well, this magic weapon seems to be extremely angry and can't get in." Ling Tian continued to talk: "He doesn't allow other people's spiritual consciousness to get close to him at all, let alone communicate with him."

"Alas, it seems that we can only wait until the original aura of this divine weapon is almost gone before we can take action." Po Qiong let out a long sigh.

Ling Tian also sighed softly and reluctantly chose to give up.

This time the divine weapons emitted blazing flames, which made many surviving monks excited. They looked around to see if anyone had taken action. The monks thought that what they wanted to obtain the divine weapons was to communicate with their consciousness. Previously, the divine soldiers emitted anger.

Everyone could sense his emotions, and as they had become sophisticated, they knew that someone was secretly communicating with the divine weapon's spiritual consciousness.

However, Ling Tian's spiritual consciousness was so strange that it was difficult for others to discover it. Moreover, Ling Tian quickly cut off the connection with this spiritual consciousness, making it even more difficult for them to discover who came from this spiritual consciousness.

Although this person did not succeed, it still aroused the thoughts of many people. They also explored their spiritual consciousness and went towards the magic weapon one after another. They all had a vague sense of luck in their hearts, and they were afraid that others would get the magic weapon first.

The detection of many spiritual senses aroused the anger of the divine weapon itself. Fiery flames filled the air continuously, and the surrounding temperature became even hotter. Some monks who could only withstand the high temperature before could not bear it. The flames on their bodies burst out.

No matter how much they use their spiritual energy, it won't help, they will be burned to death soon.

"Don't explore your spiritual sense, otherwise it will cause the divine weapons to backfire." The bear-shaped old monk shouted loudly, with a voice as loud as a bell, and said angrily: "It doesn't matter if you die, don't implicate us."

These older monks maintained their identity and cultivation level and did not wear fire-proof armor. At this time, the surrounding flames suddenly increased. Even with their cultivation level, they felt huge pressure. They were old and mature, so they knew the magic weapons.

Why angry.

But with so many monks scrambling for the first place, how could they listen to others' advice and continue to detect spiritual consciousness? As you can imagine, the flames became thicker and thicker, and the temperature became higher and higher. Many monks had no time to withdraw their spiritual consciousness, and the flames were triggered.

Burn the body, and soon there will be no bones left.

"Hmph, don't blame me for being rude." The bear-shaped old monk was furious: "Old friends, take action and drive these casual cultivators out, otherwise none of us will get this magic weapon."

As he spoke, the bear-shaped man shook his body, and a majestic power spread out. He slapped out his huge bear paw, instantly beating a dozen advanced monks into a rain of blood.
Chapter completed!