Yan Nuo knew deeply that he had fused several drops of true blood from strange beasts and the inherited bloodline of senior Long Chen, so his body would be so strong, but Yan Nuo could feel that the true blood of the White Tiger that Botuo fused was definitely not as simple as one or two drops, otherwise even with the power of demonization, he would never be able to reach the point of fighting against him.

Although Botto's witch clan's skills are somewhat similar to those of the demon cultivator's skills, they are completely different. Without practicing the demon spirit technique, they cannot exert the true maximum power of the White Tiger.

In Yan Nuo's opinion, in addition to the witch clan's martial arts, the demon cultivation techniques, the Xuanmen Dao Sect and the demon cultivation techniques are extremely similar. They are mainly cultivating the soul. Only the witch clan's martial arts can only cultivate magical powers and not the soul.

Botto's eyes showed unwillingness and anger. Unexpectedly, this seemingly weak alien monk was so difficult to deal with. The anger in his eyes gradually became heavier, and the prehistoric demon atmosphere burst out from his body with light shining, and it turned into a tiger with black patterns in white.

"roar!"

Facing Yan Nuo, Botuo let out a tiger-like roar from his mouth, and his feet stepped on the ground hard. The white tiger image shone on his body, turning into a white phantom, and swept towards Yan Nuo. The fist burst out burst the air, and the sound was extremely powerful.

Yan Nuo's eyes also mobilized the demonic spirit power all over his body to the extreme. This time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth condensed behind him showed not the red flame beast, but a strong blue dragon. Yan Nuo exerted force all over his body, and his figure flashed, and he rushed towards Tito.

The dull sound of both sides' fists and feet hitting each other's body swept through the valley. The two of them had already hit nearly a hundred punches in a few breaths when their bodies intersected. Immediately, their bodies were bombarded by the other party at the same time.

boom!

The two of them fell on the ground, and their bodies were drawn dozens of feet out of hiking, and gullies, soil, gravel, and weeds were flying all over the sky.

At the same time, the aftermath of the fist power of both sides also destroyed the flowers, plants and trees in the valley.

But Botuo is also a very fierce character. They were just shocked by the other party's fist, but immediately leaped up again and rushed towards Yannuo. Seeing this, Yannuo only smiled bitterly on his face, and leaped up again and rushed towards the other party.

In the valley, the loud bang of fists and palms made the earth tremble, causing the huge rocks on the top of the mountain to tremble. After the huge rocks fell, they were hit by the fist wind of the two. As for the Xuan Pavilion that they met before, they turned into ruins after the two of them.

After a loud bang, the two were hit on the ground by each other's fists.

"Fellow Taoist is not his opponent. Fellow Taoist will be here soon!" Yan Nuo looked at Botto, shook his head and said.

"Hmph!" Botto snorted coldly, and a ray of determination flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yan Nuo: "I have a quarter of an hour left before the end of the demonization. I still have a chance to win. On the contrary, can you still hold on for this quarter of an hour!"

After the words came, Botto's eyes rose, and his right hand slapped on his storage bag. A red object flew out and was held firmly in his right hand. The red light flashed. It turned out to be a spear that was more than two feet long. The spear was covered with Kite patterns. It was supposed to be the inscription of the formation of the witch clan. There were faint fluctuations in the inscription.

After careful examination, Yan Nuo could see from the aura emitted from above that the spear was obviously a witch treasure. Although the quality was not comparable to the two treasures of the Poison King Whip and the Staff, it was still quite good.

Seeing this, Yan Nuo thought about it, and a pair of prisoner dragon rods flew out of the storage bag and held it in his hands.

Botto's body injected the magic power into the spear. The red spear flashed, and a powerful demon spirit energy burst out from the spear.

Under this powerful energy, the gravel on the ground was shaken into powder, and Botto's figure suddenly swept out, waving the spear in his hand, turning into gun flowers, covering Xiang Yannuo's body with overwhelming overwhelming.

When! When! When! When! When!

The violent gun flower came to Yan Nuo's front, and the prison dragon rod in Yan Nuo's hand turned into a ball of stick shadows, hitting the spear. In an instant, the wind blew. The sound and momentum of the weapons intersected turned the air between heaven and earth into turbulent turbulence and fluctuations. At this time, the valley was beyond recognition.

"Damn it!" Botto snorted coldly. He was approaching the final deadline of demonization and couldn't help but get angry. The tribe handed over the task of asking for treasures with the three of them, but it was impossible to complete it. At this time, he even began to ignore the attack and increased his attack strength.

The dragon prison rod and the spear intersect head-on, the contact between force and force, and the competition between spells and magical powers hit a series of sparks, and a powerful force fluctuation swept out.

The next moment, a sneer flashed from Botto's face, and the magical power in his body poured into the spear. The red light flashed on the spear, turning into a hot ball of light and storming towards Yan Nuo.

With a thought, spiritual power poured into the prison dragon rod. The spiritual light flashed on the prison dragon rod. A pair of dragons rose into the sky and rushed towards the scorching ball of light.

Although the Dragon Prisoner Rod is just a top-quality spiritual weapon, the materials used when creating are quite extraordinary, and the quality is only a short distance from the magic weapon. Even for ordinary early stage monks of Killing Pill, it is more than enough to use.

A pair of dragons that suddenly flew away the red light, then flew into the sky and rushed towards Tito.

Seeing that Yan Nuo actually resisted his attack and dispersed the light ball on his spear, Botto snorted coldly, all the magical powers in his body poured out, and the red spear was injected into the red spear from his hands. The red spear's red light immediately swept away, turning into a red monster at an extremely fast speed.

What surprised Yannuo was that the red monster was so blurry that it was even a little confused. It was neither a snake nor a dragon, but the monster exuded a violent wave like a flame, and the original aura of prehistoric aura.

With a loud shout, it came from Tito's mouth. The ferocious beast transformed into one end of the red spear in his hand suddenly blasted down with a violent momentum.

Seeing Tie Botuo like this, Yan Nuo looked solemn, and knew that Botuo had reached the end of his life at this time. He took two steps back behind him, and the demonic power in his body was activated. A pair of prisoner dragon sticks, with violent power, smashed Botuo's spear hard.

"boom!"

The sound of impact came out. In an instant, the fierce and violent wind spread in an annular shape like ripples on the water surface. On the surrounding ground, the stones that had been shaken into pieces were once again turned into powder under the fluctuations of this powerful momentum and violent force.

All the onlookers of the witch clan and the third-level monsters who had wisdom appeared in their eyes again with shock.

Botto and Yan Nuo's figures suddenly retreated dozens of feet away in this powerful fluctuation. The ground under their feet was stepped out, and the ankle-like mark pit was deep.

At the same time, the two dragons in Yan Nuo in the sky were once again tied to the Dragon Prisoner again. Yan Nuo felt that Botuo's breath began to become sluggish at this time, and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist, let's admit defeat!"

"This is the spirit stone that loses to you!"

Botto nodded, took out a storage bag containing spirit stones from his arms, and passed it out of thin air to Yan Nuo's hand. He still felt a little unwilling to accept it, but he nodded helplessly. At this time, the period of his degeneration of demonization had arrived and he had no power to turn back. He turned his head and walked to the side.

"Friends with deep cultivation!" said Halul, the envoy of the Sier Skills who had been watching the battle on the field.

"It's just a lucky moment!" Yan Nuo turned his eyes to the other party, clearly seeing the anger in the other party's eyes, and said calmly: "What's the advice for fellow Daoist Haruer?"

"I am not proficient in spells and magical powers!" Halull stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Yan Nuo smiled and said, "Since that's the case, Yan will not accompany you. As for the two witch treasures in Yan's hand, please ask your department to discuss the value of geometric crystals and exchange them with Yan at the price!"

After saying that, Yan Nuo walked away.

"Slow down!" Haruer's expression darkened and his voice was slightly cold.

With a sneer, a hint of anger flashed in Yan Nuo's eyes, but he retreated: "I wonder what else do you have to do with me?"

"Although I am not proficient in magical powers, I have two skills, which are beyond the reach of ordinary people!" Halull smiled on his face, and a look of cunning appeared in his eyes.

"Yan Nuojiang laughed: "I don't know what two skills are they proficient in?"

Whether it is a monk of the Witch Clan or a monk of the Xuanmen Dao Sect, there are countless small magics in the Great Way of Longevity. Although it is difficult to compare with the Great Way of Longevity, it is also an indispensable part of the Great Way of Longevity.

Halu slapped his hand into the storage bag, and immediately dozens of tortoise shells, animal bones, and some strange-shaped stones flew out of it, with a hint of arrogant expression in his words: "Although I have poor magical powers and magic spells, I am quite conceited in deduction of divination and formation techniques!"

After careful observation, Yan Nuo found that the tortoise shells and animal bones were just the use of deductions by the witch clan priests, but there was nothing surprising. Later, he focused on those strange-shaped stones, but found that these stones were slightly different from ordinary stones.

At first glance, there was no surprise at all these stones, but Yan Nuo's extraordinary soul power felt the existence of magical powers and spiritual power from these stones. After closer inspection, countless array runes were covered with inscriptions on these stones.

"I'm so respectful!" The priest's position in the witch clan was transcendent, and Yan Nuo knew something in his heart, so he bowed: "I didn't expect that the noble envoy was actually the priest of the Sier Sword Department!"
Chapter completed!