Bai Xiaotian was still sitting in the formation with his eyes closed. His hands were constantly making hand gestures, and it was unknown when he would finish.
Shen Luo did not disturb him. He looked around and thought about how to deal with Gu Hualing later.
After a few days of escaping, he had a good understanding of Gu Hualing's abilities.
This woman's cultivation had definitely reached the Fasting Stage and knew many strange demonic arts. Moreover, she had the real magic tool, the three-pointed claw. Her abilities were far above his or Bai Xiaotian's. Naturally, he did not think that these talismans would be of much use.
Although Bai Xiaotian should also have some trump cards, they couldn't pin all their hopes on Bai Xiaotian, right?
'The spells I know now, other than the Water Treading Spell, I only know the Spirit Demon Enslavement Spell. It's too little … Hmm, the Spirit Demon Enslavement Spell …' Shen Luo sighed secretly, but his eyes suddenly moved.
'Since there's still time, why don't I try the Spirit Demon Enslavement Spell again? If I can subdue one or two more Water Clan members, my chances of winning will increase.'
He had made up his mind. He got up and went to the lakeside. He first summoned Xiaogui.
Speaking of this simple-minded sea turtle, although its abilities were average, its skin was thick and its recovery ability was good. After a few days, its injuries from before were almost completely healed.
After Shen Luo ordered Xiaogui to be vigilant of the surroundings, he stepped into the lake water step by step. When the lake water reached his knees, he made a hand gesture and activated the Spirit Demon Enslavement Spell.
Soon, his vision turned black, and he entered the Divine Sense Space.
Ever since he successfully channeled the spiritual awl in his dream, he felt that he was more adept at channeling this spell in reality. This was also one of the reasons why he dared to try channeling at this time.
"Ding dong."
Many blue dots of light appeared and floated in the surroundings.
Shen Luo glanced around and muttered to himself. Then, he chose the largest blue light spot in the vicinity. He carefully extended his divine sense towards it. His vision blurred and he appeared in a vast blue space. It wasn't smaller than the blue space he had entered in his dream.
Countless blue lights rippled around like water waves, forming a vast blue sea. Waves of powerful Water Clan demonic aura were hidden in it. It was not inferior to the blue sea in his dream.
"This place … Could it really be the water in the dream?" Shen Luo guessed in his heart. He then extended out his divine senses and carefully avoided those overly powerful aquatic monsters, looking for suitable psychic beasts.
Soon, he locked onto a target, who was slightly stronger than his current cultivation level. He should be in the middle stage of the Aura Refining realm.
He didn't dare to challenge an aquatic creature that was too powerful. Even this one was a little risky.
Shen Luo sent his divine senses over and tried to communicate with the other party. In the end, an angry roar was immediately transmitted over. There was no speech. It seemed like it was a water race that had yet to gain sentience like Little Gui.
Even though the other party was unable to speak, its refusal to become his spirit beast was clear.
Shen Luo didn't mind. He silently used the Spirit Communication Demon Subjugation Technique's Intimidation Technique, and countless black runes spread toward the other side.
He used the Spirit Communication Demon Subjugation Technique. Even though he wasn't as proficient as he was in the dream, he had reached a higher level.
The other party roared again and again, trying its best to resist. However, its resistance was far weaker than the awl head. Furthermore, it was using its strength recklessly, not considering the problem of whether it could last.
Not long after the two parties clashed, the main body of the demon began to flee frantically. It seemed like it wanted to use this method to break free from the Spirit Communication Demon Subjugation Technique.
Shen Luo wasn't surprised. Instead, he was delighted. This Spirit Communication Demon Subjugation Technique was quite exquisite. Almost the entire water region was within his range of perception. How could he let the demon escape so easily?
Furthermore, this demon was fleeing so recklessly. It must have consumed a lot of energy, which was equivalent to hastening its own defeat.
Sure enough, in just a few minutes, the demon's roars turned into screams of agony.
After a while, the other party transmitted a thought that it was willing to surrender.
Shen Luo hurriedly used the Spirit Communication Demon Subjugation Technique and condensed a Spirit Communication Imprint into the demon's body. Then, he stopped using the technique. His vision blurred, and he returned to the lake.
He felt that the spiritual power in his body had only consumed a little less than half. His eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of splendor.
With his current cultivation, he could easily subdue a demon in the middle stage of the Qi Refining realm. This was really beyond his expectations.
Of course, the more important reason should be that he had cultivated the Nameless Divine Art to the third level in the dream. He had a higher level of understanding. Coupled with the bumpy experience of subduing the awl head, he could succeed in one fell swoop when he returned to reality.
He secretly made up his mind that when he had the opportunity to enter the dream in the future, he must cultivate the Nameless Divine Art and the Spirit Communication Demon Subjugation Technique. In this way, he might be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort when he returned to reality. After all, his aptitude in reality was too poor. It was difficult to make progress if he only relied on himself to fumble around.
Shen Luo immediately abandoned these distracting thoughts. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a moment. After the spiritual power in his body was almost restored, he stretched his hand into the lake and silently used the summoning technique.
Soon, the lake in front of him began to vibrate. A whirlpool of water was formed with his palm as the center. A black water hole appeared in the middle.
"Open!"
Shen Luo shouted in a low voice. The whirlpool floated up and expanded. A grayish-white demon aura seeped out from it. Then, a grayish-white python of forty to fifty feet long slid out of the water hole.
The python's head was flat, and its body was as thick as a bucket. The surface of its body was covered with grayish-white scales the size of a bowl. There was a faint metallic luster. It looked very hard. The only peculiar thing was that there were a few protrusions of fins on its back.
Xiaogui was on alert in the nearby lake at this moment. When it saw the gray python appear, its eyes were filled with fear. It hurriedly shrunk its head and limbs, leaving only a huge Tortoise Shell on the surface of the lake.
"Hiss hiss …" As soon as the grayish-white python came out, it immediately looked at Shen Luo. Its slender eyes flashed fiercely. It was obviously a little unconvinced.
Shen Luo snorted. He did not pacify it like how he dealt with Cone Head. Instead, he made a gesture with one hand and activated the Art of Psychic Demon Subjugation.
Under the effect of the psychic imprint, the grayish-white python's eyes immediately showed signs of pain. It hissed incessantly, and its huge body rolled violently in the lake, causing water to splash everywhere. The snake's tail hit the surface of the water, producing a rumbling sound that sounded like muffled thunder.
Shen Luo glanced at Bai Xiaotian. Seeing that he was still sitting with his eyes closed and was not affected by the commotion here, he immediately felt relieved and continued to activate the Art of Psychic Demon Subjugation.
After a while, the fierce look in the python's eyes disappeared. It was replaced by a pleading look. Only then did he stop.
The pain in the grayish-white python's mind disappeared. It looked at Shen Luo with eyes full of fear.
"Come here." Shen Luo raised his hand and beckoned.
The python hesitated for a moment, but still swam over and lowered its head meekly.
"Do you have a name?" Shen Luo saw that the python had lowered its head. His tone was much gentler as he asked.
The grayish-white python raised its head and looked at Shen Luo. It flicked its tongue a few times, conveying a sense of confusion through the psychic imprint. It seemed that it did not understand what he meant.
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