Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1471: White Snake Transforms into a Dragon, Old Ancestor, Run Away!

After rescuing the Yingying monster, Bai Yaoyao injected some of the dragon energy in his body into the Yingying monster's body, which immediately healed most of his injuries.

"Mom, you are so powerful now!"

"By the way, how did you become like this?"

After Yingyingguai's injuries had recovered to a certain extent, the complexion on his face also improved a lot. He couldn't help but look at his mother with a puzzled look.

"I have now broken through to the Saint Realm and have been reborn."

"Now my mother is no longer the white snake demon she used to be. Instead, she has transformed into a frost dragon. When she passes the calamity and ascends to heaven in the future, infusing her body with vital energy, and then goes through the calamity of transforming into a dragon, she should be able to transform into a true frost dragon." Bai Yaoyao explained.

"So that's how it is. Mom, you won't leave without saying goodbye again, right?!"

"Mom won't leave. If I leave again, what will you do if others bully you in the future?"

Bai Yaoyao smiled slightly, then turned to look at the battlefield around her, and said in a deep voice: "Besides, as one of the sentient beings of Kyushu, I am also needed in this battle."

After saying that, she looked up at a battlefield in the sky in the distance. There, a beautiful woman in a red imperial robe was fighting a group of demon saints. She was slightly startled, and then she couldn't help but said, "It seems that everyone has made great progress after I left!"

"By the way, mother, how do you restrain the undead characteristics of those red-skinned demon saints?" Yingying monster asked curiously.

“It’s a magical power of artistic conception. I comprehended the artistic conception of ice and awakened a magical power of artistic conception, ‘Annihilation of Ice Mist’.

At the same time, I also discovered that the magical power of artistic conception seemed to be able to annihilate the so-called immortal characteristics in the demons' bodies. Therefore, as long as these demon saints are injured by my magical power of artistic conception, it will be difficult to revive them.

Because my annihilation ice mist can freeze and annihilate all the power in their magic crystals." Bai Yaoyao explained.

"My mother has also comprehended the magical power of artistic conception. No wonder she is so powerful!"

Upon hearing this, Yingyingguai's face immediately showed excitement. He naturally had some understanding of the artistic conception and magical powers. There were even some magical powers related to the artistic conception in his bloodline inheritance. However, he needed to break through to the holy realm before he could truly comprehend those inherited magical powers.

"Since your magical power of state of mind has the power to suppress those demon saints, then come with me to rescue Aunt He and the others!"

The Yingying monster spoke, but she did not forget He Feifei's instructions. She also told Bai Yaoyao what had happened before.

Bai Yaoyao was also shocked when she heard this, and immediately nodded and said, "Let's go without further delay!"

Then she grabbed the Yingying monster and used the teleportation technique to rush towards the battlefield where Lang Xiongxiong was.

In fact, when Lang Xiongxiong rescued He Feifei and Yingying Monster, he had already separated from Hongyan, Dali and other monsters.

At this moment, all of Mo Fan's trusted demon cultivators from the Black Wind Mountain were facing their own crises.

In a chaotic battlefield, the bull demon Dali, the rabbit demon Hongyan, and the bird demon Zhazha are leading a team of demon cultivators to charge into the demon army.

However, the number of demons was too large. No matter how they fought, the number of demons around them did not decrease at all. Instead, it increased.

Figures fell down around them from time to time and turned into corpses one after another, including both companions and demons.

The ice on the ground had long been melted by the hot blood, and the blood and mud had mixed together, turning the originally pure white ground into a muddy field of blood and blue.

Although the three monsters are on the same battlefield, they are still a certain distance apart from each other.

At this moment, Zhazha had stopped talking as usual and had been silent for a long time. All he saw were corpses, but even more were the demon army with different skin colors.

At this moment, he could no longer tell whether he had charged too fiercely and thus broke into the depths of the demon army, or whether the Kyushu coalition forces around him were defeated too quickly, allowing the demon army to completely surround his team.

But all this is not so important. The only thing he wants to do now is to successfully lead the group of demon kings around him out of the siege.

However, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is powerless. At this moment, Zhazha has already been targeted by two demons. For a while, even he can hardly escape, let alone escape with a group of demon kings around him.

The sharp sword in his hand was now bent, and there were several deep wounds on his body that could be seen to the bone. His black and gray armor was covered with red and blue blood.

Some are his, some are his enemies, and some are his companions...

He flew high into the sky again and again, and turned back again and again. Several times he was repelled by the two Demon Ancestors, but more often he did so in order to attract the firepower of the powerful demons around him to himself.

Ever since he broke through the ancestral realm, he has comprehended the secret of the wind-based magical powers. Now his speed is no less than that of old man Bai Lu. If he is determined to escape, it will be difficult for the two Demon Ancestors to stop him.

But today's Zhazha is no longer the little bird demon who used to stand on the toad's head and mutter to himself on the Black Wind Mountain decades ago. Instead, he has transformed into one of the great ancestral demons of the Black Wind Mountain and is also the confidant of the Demon Emperor Mo Fan.

At this moment, he has already understood what responsibility and commitment are.

boom!

As the earth shook, Zhazha, who was wearing armor, was once again shot down from the sky by the two demon ancestors and fell heavily to the ground.

"Cough cough..."

Zhazha got up from the ground without looking at how many demons he had killed or what their cultivation levels were.

At this moment, he was in no mood to pay attention to these unlucky guys. Instead, he casually killed the two king-level demon cultivators who tried to sneak attack him with a sword.

"Brothers, hold on, we can definitely make it out!"

Zhazha shouted in a low voice, but then he felt a strong energy coming from above his head. He raised his head suddenly and raised the sword in his hand to block the attack from the demon ancestor above his head.

"Ancestor, be careful!!"

At this moment, he heard a sound of shock and anger, and then he saw a figure standing in front of him, using his body to block the fatal sword for him.

That was a sword stabbed out by another Demon Ancestor!

The sword pierced through his body, and the boiling hot demon blood splashed all over Zhazha's face.

Feeling the hot blood on his forehead sliding down from between his eyebrows, Zhazha couldn't help but tremble all over, and then the world in his eyes turned bloody.

"Pfft!"

At this moment, the figure in front suddenly stepped back and hit Zhazha hard. At the same time, the tip of the sword behind him pierced into Zhazha's chest!

"Save the ancestor!!"

Beside Zhazha, a group of big monsters rushed towards the two demon ancestors.

But even though they are great demons in the king realm, they are as powerless as babies in front of the demons in the ancestral realm.

What seemed like an act of rescuing Zhazha turned into a rush to commit suicide.

"The demon race? Just a bunch of beasts!"

"Even if you cultivate into a human form, you are still a beast!"

"How can a beast compete with my great demon warriors?!"

The two Demon Ancestors laughed loudly, speaking a language unique to the demon race. They slapped the air with their hands, and the body of a great demon at the king level exploded.

One demon king after another died instantly, and boiling hot blood kept splashing on Zhazha's body, completely stunning him.

To Zhazha, the entire battlefield seemed to have become silent at this moment.

"Ancestor, let's go!!"

"Ancestor, run away!"

“Ancestor…!!”

The heart-wrenching cries finally woke Zhazha up.

"what--!!"

He let out a loud cry, and the demonic energy in his body burst out, transforming into endless storm feathers that swept in all directions.

He was completely crazy at this moment.

Because there is no more demon cultivator alive beside him...