"Name? Dead people don't need to know the name."

The white-haired dog sneered, and mucus kept dropping on the ground from his mouth.

Every drop will make the ground sound "hissing" and white smoke will emit a pungent smell.

"It's poisonous gas, the mucus in the mouth of this demon dog is highly toxic."

Some monsters that were close to each other, the evil monks couldn't help but change their faces slightly after smelling the smell, and quickly stayed away from the cage.

Even Huang Ying, who had often been bickering with Yang Jing, could not help but change her face slightly, covering her mouth and nose and worrying: "This demon dog actually has the talent of highly poisonous things. If Yang Jing gets bitten, it's not dead."

"Don't worry, with the magic sword in hand, this kind of monster that has not even been refined with a horizontal bone cannot hurt him."

Feng Ruqing comforted her calmly, and seemed to be very confident in the magic sword in Yang Jing's hand.

"This monster is not simple."

Even the tiger dragon watching in the upper box couldn't help but praise.

This kind of highly poisonous magical power is a great killing weapon. If the enemy hurts you, there is nothing wrong with it. If you hurt the enemy once, the other party will be worried about his life. This trick alone is enough to make most monsters afraid.

Of course, he is an exception.

Because this canine monster is so close to him that he can't do it.

As a strange beast of ancient bloodline inheritance, his strength is like a cheat.

You can beat most monsters at the age of five, and you can already beat some old monsters in your teenage years.

As for the long growth period of mythical creatures, even at this age, he can still claim to be a baby with confidence.

Whether it is the current strength or growth, it is not comparable to these ordinary beasts and monsters.

"Then let's try it, who will die."

After Yang Jing held the magic sword in his hand, he seemed to have become a different person, and his temperament became slightly sharp.

"Pretending to behave!"

The white-haired dog roared and ran quickly, like a white shadow, quickly rotating around Yang Jing.

"Kill this kid!"

"Kill him."

The monsters and ghosts around him shouted, showing excitement.

While rushing around Yang Jing, the white-haired dog yelled from time to time. Every time it was called in a different place. Not to mention the people surrounded, even the monsters on the outside could not see where the white-haired dog was.

Not only that, the highly toxic mucus flowed out of the white-haired dog's mouth, dripping onto the ground, surrounding Yang Jingtuan.

Some human evil cultivators with poor physique even felt a groggy and dizziness, and their faces changed slightly, and they took out elixirs or talismans to resolve the toxins in them.

At this time, Yang Jing closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"It's now, die!"

The white-haired dog thought that the other party had been affected by the poison gas he released, and was delighted, no longer circling, but jumped out suddenly.

The mouth was opened to the maximum, revealing the thick white teeth and poisonous mucus inside.

"die!"

At this moment, Yang Jing's eyes suddenly opened, and the eyes turned red. The magic sword in his hand raised his hand and stroked it.

Swish!

A head flew up.

The red blood sputtered open, and fell everywhere, making a "hissing" sound, corroding everything that was touched.

The huge dog corpse that lost its head fell to the ground weakly, and the sounds around him suddenly became quiet.

"What happened just now? Why did the White Dog lose?"

After a while, a ghost murmured.

"It was that magic sword. That boy killed the white dog with one sword."

A monster stared straight at the magic sword in Yang Jing's hand, and the greed in his eyes was unconcealed.

"A mere mortal can have such power after possessing the magic sword."

The other monsters and evil monks also began to talk about it. The death of the white-haired dog not only did not make them feel depressed, but instead they were extremely excited.

At this moment, the tiger dragon stopped eating the food in his hand and looked at Yang Jing below.

"Relying on a sword, a mortal who had no power could kill powerful monsters. It would be a bit incredible to kill such treasures without any effort."

The Empress in Red exclaimed.

"It's the sword that controls people, this sword has a spirit."

The tiger dragon slowly said, he could see clearly that Yang Jing was a bit off-the-scenes person in his opinion, and could even be said to be a timid and cowardly person.

But as soon as I held the magic sword in my hand and entered a state of combat, my temperament completely changed, becoming sharp and cold, and there was a red light in my eyes.

This change is absolutely impossible to be a normal change.

There is only one possibility, that is, his consciousness was influenced by the demon sword, which is truly spiritual.

"Among human monks such power, at least it has reached the grassroots level." General Kui sighed.

"Crazy?" The tiger dragon turned his head in confusion.

"This is the division of different stages of practice for human foundation-building monks. Although they are all foundation-building monks, they are also divided into three stages: transformation, solid foundation, and Tao foundation."

General Kui explained to Hujiao.

"I wonder what the differences or distinctive characteristics of these three stages are?" Hu Jiao asked. This was the first time he had heard of the division of strength of human foundation-building monks.

In the past, he only knew that in terms of Qi refining, the foundation-building cultivator was the same as the great demon.

"If you say that you have any conspicuous characteristics, after all, except for the monk himself, it is difficult for outsiders to accurately judge a person's strength if they do not fight, but there is a rough division." General Kui thought for a while and replied.

"The transformation foundation is in the stage where the foundation-building monks are barely constructed. The immortal foundation in the body of the foundation-building monks at this stage is tangible but not real, and is only called the transformation foundation."

"The vast majority of foundation-building cultivators are at this stage, and the cultivators at this stage have the strength to crush the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage."

"The real foundation is an old foundation-building monk. At this stage, the monks are all those with solid foundations in their bodies and accumulated deep accumulation. The vitality in their bodies is extremely solid, and their strength is far stronger than the foundation-transforming stage."

"The fairy Ling Shuang who we once fought and you, the virtuous brother, should be at this stage." He said slowly.

"That's Daoji?"

"Daoji is the third realm among human foundation-building monks. Even among human foundation-building monks, there are very few who can reach this point."

"When I hear that I have to understand my own way, which is mysterious and mysterious. To be honest, I have not met many such monks."
Chapter completed!