Chapter 176 of the Human Soul: Afterimage and Phantom Wall

"Will there be any accidents with the little King of Hell? Will he be fatally injured?" The monkey demon was a little worried when he saw Alang's embarrassed appearance, for fear that his chance to gain the divine realm would be lost again.

"Accident? It's an accident that he was fatally injured! This little beast has rough skin and thick flesh. Normal injuries to him can only be scratched! Brother Liu'er, don't worry about the little beast. If nothing happens, I'll be fine. The little evil beast will come back within a few days. We should worry about the thousand-year-old tree demon. The little evil beast has never suffered such a loss. I have a hunch that the thousand-year-old tree demon will be in bad luck!" The little centipede with the dragon head is surrounded by a monkey. The demon was puzzled while staring at the grass where Alang disappeared.

"What does the little King of Hell want to do?" The monkey demon looked at the dragon-headed little centipede in confusion.

"Don't be in a hurry. Brother Liu Er, take your time and watch. You will be surprised." The little dragon-headed centipede stared at the place where A Lang disappeared without moving.

After drinking tea, the three demons looked eagerly, but Alang's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother Chulong, it seems your estimate was wrong!"

"Impossible, this guy can't just give up. If he really gave up, he would be a little disappointed..." The dragon-headed centipede frowned and looked at the place where Alang disappeared with a little disappointment.

"Coming, coming, but this..." The little white pig saw a turtle shell lying on the ground, sneaking around the shallow pond of the Thousand-Year Dryad. After countless attempts, it never dared to get within one foot of the Thousand-Year Dryad. .

"This little evil beast really doesn't follow the ordinary path. How can he run back and forth with a turtle shell on his back? It's really embarrassing. This guy really has no shame at all!" Seeing A Lang's actions, the dragon-headed centipede burst into disdain.

"Interesting, it seems that the little King of Hell still has some ideas." The little white pig saw A Lang speeding up around the thousand-year-old tree demon, and soon an afterimage formed.

"How come there is an afterimage? Has the little King of Hell ever comprehended high-level physical and spiritual skills?" The monkey demon opened his big eyes when he saw Alang's abnormal figure.

"It should be the Netherworld Ghost Shadow Body Technique, which seems to have been taught to him by Little Yama's grandfather. This body magic technique is a bit weird, and it should be of good quality. Due to the current spiritual state of Little Yama, this mental technique cannot be used. Take shape." The little white pig told the dragon-headed centipede and the monkey demon about its self-analysis.

"Huh? It is indeed a high-level physical and spiritual skill, and it actually formed a phantom wall!" The dragon-headed centipede's voice trembled slightly, as if he had been stimulated by some kind of stimulation.

"The residual image phantom wall? Impossible. The residual image phantom wall can only be formed by god-level movement and spiritual skills. Although it is called a phantom wall, it actually has the function of isolating the input of spiritual power. Not to mention our demon domain, even the five major sects of the human race No one in the world may have such physical and spiritual skills!" Little White Pig's voice also trembled.

"Huh? King Bai, you actually recognize the Phantom Wall and are so familiar with its properties. Could it be that you are hiding something from us?" The dragon-headed little centipede couldn't help but turn its head and stare after hearing the response from the little white pig. Little white pig.

"Hehe, no, no, I just read the book of my clan's god-level spiritual skills, and it records the afterimage and phantom wall." The little white pig still responded to the dragon-headed little centipede with a sincere face.

"Really?" The dragon-headed centipede glanced sideways at the little white pig and was dubious about the little white pig's response.

"What is the little King of Hell doing?" The monkey demon interrupted the discussion between the dragon-headed centipede and the little white pig with a surprised voice.

As the three demons looked on in shock, A Lang, who was speeding around the Thousand-Year Tree Demon, suddenly launched an attack on the Thousand-Year Tree Demon. In the blink of an eye, A Lang, whose whole body was covered by a turtle shell-shaped spiritual shield, smashed into the trunk of the thousand-year-old tree demon like a boulder.