Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

When Xia Yan's gaze fell, there was only half of his head left, the lingering and panting Great Sage of the Monster Race, opened his eyes and looked at Xia Yan rather indifferently.

Although there was no sound.

The weird silence here, only the sound of a severely wounded demon saint struggling to breathe.

But everyone knew, including this demon saint, whether it was Xia Yan or those killed by Xia Yan, they had only one purpose for coming.

Quietly waiting for the fall of a demon saint.

A trace of sorrow flashed in the eyes of that giant tiger-like demon saint, and then it slowly closed its eyes.

Even it knew it well. It was already hopeless and could not escape the fate of falling. It had already come to an end in its life.

After it dies, everything in it is unowned, and how its body will be used by future generations is not what the demon saint who has died should think.

The cruelty of the fairy world is just like that.

As long as it is useful after death, don't even think about getting a whole body even if you die.

A demon saint who dignified in such a fate is naturally at heart, but it can't help it.

To be honest, it hated Xia Yan's group of people, but after Xia Yan showed that weird method, the seriously injured demon saint knew that even if it wanted to kill Xia Yan, it was impossible.

Even in his heyday, I'm afraid it would be difficult to kill him here.

Did he master the Netherworld Palace?

A hint of doubt emerged in Yaosheng's mind, but he immediately threw it out of his mind.

All in all, they are dying, what do they still want to do.

Just as it was feeling desolate and waiting silently for death, Xia Yan suddenly flew to its head.

Lingbao Tianzun and others didn't know what Xia Yan was going to do, and looked at Xia Yan curiously.

I saw Xia Yan lightly falling on a broken high wall, standing in front of the huge demon saint head, and he said blankly: "Do you still want to live?"

Ok? !

This voice fell in everyone's ears. After Chen Shengsheng was stunned, there was a flash of comprehension on his face.

correct! Uncle Shi did not rely on himself to cultivate, he came from the first realm!

The current Xia Yan's performance is too strong, even more incredible than some creatures who have good aptitudes and can cultivate to a high level on their own, so that Xia Yan's nephews have forgotten where Xia Yan came from. , What did he practice again.

However, Chen Shengsheng didn't know that Xia Yan was still different from the rest of the human beings who used guardian spirits to cultivate.

He can say that he is not practicing with the help of the guardian spirit.

The role of the guardian spirit on him is to be on the list and become his absolute loyal help. As long as Xia Yan is still alive, the guardian spirit can only obey Xia Yan's orders in this life.

And the meaning of Xia Yan's words was naturally obvious.

Not only does he want to get the body of this demon saint, but he also doesn't let go of its spirit! He also wants this demon saint to become his guardian spirit!

However, whether it is the guardian spirit or freedom, the prerequisite is still alive.

If there is a hope of alive, how many people can refuse it.

The closed eyes of Baihu struggled to open again.

In the eyes of the tiger who has lost all the gods, there is only the dead silence like dead water...

But it is still alive, and a demon saint can never die easily. The reason why it is so miserable that it can only wait to die is entirely because of the black energy that permeates its body!

It is these black qi that even the holy realm creatures can hardly resist, constantly consuming its vitality.

"Junior, do you know what kind of injury the deity suffered? Alive? Do you think you have the power to bring me back to life?" Bai Hu finally said, but there was deep disdain in that voice.

In fact, this is also normal. After all, Xia Yan is facing a holy realm. It doesn't matter if Xia Yan is also a holy realm, but in Bai Hu's eyes, he is just a little Taiyi Golden Immortal.

What can a Taiyi Golden Immortal do?

However, Xia Yan was not long-winded, let alone answered Bai Hu's words.

He just stretched out his hand, and suddenly, a few wisps of black energy floating around Bai Hu flew into Xia Yan's hands.

Then, the black energy sank into Xia Yan's body!

He is fine!

Fortunately, standing in place!

"Ok?!"

"This is impossible!"

Upon seeing this, Bai Hu's gaze suddenly changed, and a touch of surprise appeared in his silent eyes.

"Can you refine this black energy?"

"how is this possible?!"

"Our creatures in the six realms can't use black qi at all, but you are not a creature from the outside world, why? Why can you refine black qi?!"

There is no arrogance and disdain in its voice.

I am afraid that no one at the scene knows what black energy is better than it, because it is injured by the powerful creatures who can use this black energy, and finally ended up in such a miserable end.

But at this moment, Bai Hu's thoughts that only grief and death were left had changed.

Because his question was answered!

Xia Yan proved with actions that it would not die, because with Xia Yan, the immortal who can refine black energy, it has hope to survive.

When a dead-hearted person is waiting to die, it's useless to say anything.

But when he no longer wanted to die, but saw the hope of living, then he became different.

Xia Yan stretched out his hand to Bai Hu, his face was as calm as water, and said lightly: "Become my guardian spirit, you can survive."

Guardian Spirit...

A gleam of doubt flashed in Bai Hu's eyes, but it didn't want to die now, so naturally it wanted to ask.

"What is a guardian spirit?"

"To put it simply, it means to recognize my master as the master, and become my master's greatest help." The monkey interrupted suddenly.

"That's right, you are qualified to be my master's help." Bull Demon King coaxed loudly.

Bai Hu understood now, his eyes suddenly froze, and he said coldly: "You are just a creature of the immortal Dao, and you want to let me recognize the Lord, don't you think it is funny?"

Ridiculous?

Xia Yan didn't respond to it, or even persuaded him to do that, but just nodded.

It seemed that he was planning to fly away, and then waited for Baihu to die.

"Hey hey, this silly tiger has the hope of being alive, but he's quite self-righteous. I'll wait for him to die and eat roasted tiger meat soon." Little Nezha said enthusiastically.

The bull devil touched his belly: "It is reasonable, reasonable, and tiger meat tastes good, but I don't know how the tiger whip of this holy realm creature is, is it more powerful than ordinary tigers."

"My grandson thinks it's better to eat it roasted."

"Tiger bones can't be wasted. You can cook tiger bone soup."

A group of guardian spirits of Xia Yan had already begun to discuss the methods of the various parts of the white tiger after his death.

The white tiger was suddenly startled.

Then its gaze immediately fell on Xia Yan's back, and subconsciously said: "Wait! Wait a minute, little friend! The deity still thinks it is better to live."

Fragrant! It smells so good!

The essence of human beings is true fragrance, and now it seems that the demon saint can't escape this true fragrance law...