"Divine Tiger?"

Hearing this, Gu Buxian didn't care, this is the battlefield of the true gods, there are too many strange beasts with the bloodline of divine beasts, don't talk about him, for Qingyang Huan, the foreign beasts with the bloodline of ordinary divine beasts have long been disdainful.

The Peng bird in front of him had just condensed Wang Dan not long ago, and it seemed that he wanted to play prestige, but unfortunately he found the wrong object.

"The turtle master still likes to roast the wings, rest assured that the turtle master only eats the middle position of your wings, and the rest is reserved for you, maybe you can grow it in the future." ”

"Spare your life, the small one is absolutely untrue, it is really a big opportunity, the divine coffin is engraved with the pattern of the Xuanwu Divine Beast, and the small one just glanced at it from a distance, and almost died violently. ”

The golden-winged bird curled up on the ground and wept.

"It's really a treasure, the beast kings nearby know it, even the gods know it. ”

"Are you a fool to be the turtle master, this is the battlefield of the true gods, the true god clan knows it, and they will keep the treasures and not take them, do you look up and see if the turtle master looks like a fool?"

"Lord Turtle spares his life, the little brother's words are true, because the Protoss does not dare to forcibly provoke the Divine Tiger. ”

"Stinky bird, you dare to send the turtle master to death. ”

Peng Niao was about to cry this time, could it really be his own death date? No matter what he said, the turtle in front of him didn't believe it.

"Where is the location of that Divine Tiger?"

After that, Qingyang Huan stopped the fox and the tiger beast, and asked out loud to the Peng bird in front of him.

"It's in the Burial God Source a million miles away. ”

Then Qingyang Huan looked into the distance, this battlefield star has not been a hundred years old, but it is like a fully functioning world, even he has to sigh at the magic of heaven and earth.

"Let's go. ”

Picking up the turtle and not being immortal, Qingyang Huan disappeared into the diffuse mist, he could detect that Peng Niao did not lie to him, there was a big secret a million miles away, as for whether it was what Peng Niao said in his mouth, but he couldn't determine whether it was true or false.

Watching Qingyang Huan leave with the turtle immortal, the horror in Peng Bird's eyes took a long time before it went down, it was originally here to escape the killing party millions of miles away, but it didn't expect that it would be so bad luck that it would encounter such a terrifying existence.

Fortunately, there was no danger, and the adult seemed unwilling to meet him, but it had a doubt, why did the turtle learn to howl as a wolf, could it have mutated?

......

Millions of miles of mountains and rivers, even if Qingyang Huan deliberately lowered his pace, it still took only half an hour to cross over, the divine fog that permeated here was even thicker, and the undulating mountains were more magnificent and majestic.

The rocks are in a forest, each lonely peak is ten thousand feet high, black as a black stone, strange rocks, there is no law in the distance, but it forms a strange array, even if he observes for a while, he also does not perceive the clues, can only vaguely perceive that it is a large array.

The range of this mountain range is very wide, compared to the killing in other places in the battlefield, it seems to be very calm, the vegetation is lush, and under the nourishment of the divine energy, they have all turned into spiritual creatures.

Coming here, Qing Yang Huan felt more and more that this battlefield world was not improvised, but more like it had existed for a long time, and in his perception, there were constantly warrior figures wandering around the mountains and forests, obviously knowing the creation in the depths of the mountains.

With his strength, it was very easy to keep these martial artists from noticing, but when he arrived here, Qing Yanghuan was not hiding his god form, because he found that there were many martial artists who entered the mountain range, from all races in the Ten Thousand Realms, and there were also martial artists from the True God Clan.

Stepping into the mountain range, the divine mist is bright, compared to the blood of the outside world, the divine mist permeated by the mountain range is actually filled with a faint fragrance, as if it is a kind of ambergris fragrance that has been silent for eternity, for the lowly martial artist, under the diffuse of this aroma, he will soon fall into a coma.

"Hey, a human race dares to come to hunt for treasure?"

Qingyang Huan, who revealed his divine form, was soon discovered by several figures in the divine mist, and four warriors in the mountain range holding quasi-king soldiers and wearing armor walked out.

All four of them are from the blood clan, and without stimulating the bloodline, each of them is tall and handsome, but a pair of vicious eyes destroys the whole handsome color.

The blood and spirit of the four people are intertwined, and the breath is all borderline between the half-king and the king, just like the original wind is clear, and it is obvious that they have gained a lot of benefits in the battlefield of the true gods.

"But the little half-king, it is your creation to meet us, stay here. ”

A blood clan warrior wearing a red battle armor, his narrow eyes flashed with coldness, looking at Qingyang Huan.

Qingyang Huan's eyes showed a hint of surprise, there was a robbery, this is also incredible, he hasn't encountered such a scene for many years, haven't you seen Uncle Turtle blossom.

The four warriors from the blood clan in front of them are obviously the kind of ruthless people who have done tricks and robberies in this true god battlefield, and the battlefield is really big, and there are all kinds of birds.

"Keep all your treasures, and all the blood and bones all over your body. ”

For the guy in front of him, Qing Yanghuan shook his head slightly, and his mental fluctuations overflowed like ripples, and the four blood clan warriors with hideous faces stood directly in place without the slightest movement, and the hideous eyes became dull.

"Damn, Qingyang Huan, you dare to spoil the turtle master's good deeds, who let you make a move. ”

At this moment, Uncle Turtle is not happy, such a fun thing as robbing the road, how much chance can be encountered in this way, it is really the interest of sweeping the turtle master, and it is not fun at all.

In an instant, Qingyang Huan seized the memories of the four Blood Clan warriors, and sure enough, there was a secret in the depths of the mountain range, and it triggered the arrival of the True God Clan warriors, and there were also strong people on the side of the Divine Heavenly Court.

As for the four of them, they didn't dare to go deep into the mountain range, so they started a robbery on the outskirts of the mountain range, killing all the warriors who were not as strong as them, and seizing the creation.

Looking at the aura of the four people who are above the half-king, you can know that these four people have gained a lot of cultivation in this true god battlefield.

"Let's go. ”

Picking up the shouting earth turtle is not immortal, Qingyang Huan walked towards the depths of the mountain range again, at this moment, his eyes were slightly condensed, and the opportunity to attract the attention of both the True God Clan and the Divine Heavenly Court powerhouses was definitely not small.

The more he went towards the depths of the mountain range, the more intense the aroma that filled the divine mist, and the more powerful the anesthesia of the martial artist's blood became, and along the way he saw many martial artists lying on the ground and losing their will.

It's weird.

As he continued to get deeper into it, Qingyang Huan suddenly found that this mountain range was like a bottomless pit, and it seemed that there was no end.

The depths of the mountain range are infinite, at least the distance he has traveled is long enough to cross the mountain range from the outside world, but at this moment, in his eyes, there are still continuous mountains in front of him.

"This is the Cosmic Formation. ”

Stopped playing with the turtle is not immortal, the small purple eyes are flashing solemnly, the upper and lower four directions are said to be the universe, the ancient and modern times, this is the definition of time and space by all the races of heaven and earth, everything that involves the mystery of time and space, is the secret of heaven and earth.

"Ah......h

At this moment, the distant divine mist rolled and evolved into an ancient beast shadow, and the divine mist continued to explode, turning into a blazing flame, and a figure staggered and rolled over, burning with raging divine flames.

"It's the Protoss. ”

This figure burned by the Divine Flame was a divine man of the True God Clan who had already ignited the Divine Fire, but at this moment, he was ignited by the Divine Flame, and he couldn't extricate himself.

This god-man who was burned by the divine flame, staggered not far from Qingyanghuan, and it didn't take long for him to completely turn into ashes, and in just a few breaths, a god-man comparable to the realm of the Heavenly Kings was burned and scattered.

"Ah Huan, why don't we go back. ”

Gu Buxian looked at the god man who was burned to ashes in a daze, and paused and said to Qingyang Huan.

"What are you afraid of. ”

"That's right, the turtle has a shell. ”

Qingyang Huan's eyes flashed with divine light, that divine flame was extremely weird, you must know that after becoming the true spirit of heaven and earth, if you want to be burned to death by fire, unless it is the most prosperous flame in heaven and earth, such as Jiuyang, Zhiyang, Samadhi and other divine fires, you can't do it at all, let alone burn it to ashes.

After walking forward for a while, after passing through dozens of mountain peaks, Qingyang Huan saw that on both sides of the mountain road, there were statues of gods, these gods looked strange, standing upright, with their heads like tigers, and a line carved on the center of their eyebrows, turning into a domineering 'king' shadow, holding weapons one by one, flowing with the breath of vicissitudes.

It seems that after a long time, there is still a killing atmosphere flowing between the weapons.

"What kind of race is this, Demon Tiger? ”

After Qingyang Huan observed a few statues, he found that although these upright statues looked strange, their heads were like the Demon Tiger Clan, but they didn't feel the demonic aura when they stood here, but they were filled with a strong aura.

"Hmm. ”

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan suddenly found that Gu Buxian had fallen into a stupor, staring at a statue of a god, as if he wanted to see it through.

"Worship the tiger. ”

After a while, the turtle did not come back to his senses and said to Qingyang Huan: "Ah Huan, you see that the bodies of these gods are engraved with ancient sacrificial totems, which is the characteristic of the tiger clan under the legendary White Tiger Guard. ”

"Worship the Tiger Clan?"

"Legend has it that among the five holy beasts, the White Tiger Supervisor Shenjun is the main murderer, but as a holy beast, he can't easily participate in the conquest between heaven and earth, so he selected a fierce beast tiger clan between heaven and earth, gave himself a drop of blood, improved this tiger clan, and became the fierce tiger clan of heaven and earth.

And this tiger clan who was given tiger blood by the white tiger, thanks to the great grace of the white tiger, so respect the white tiger as the ancestor, inscribe the white tiger totem, sacrifice every year, and also call themselves the tiger family.

However, this race was only a flash in the pan between heaven and earth, and soon it died out completely, and there was a statue of the god of the Tiger Clan here, could it be that it was really the White Tiger Supervisor Divine Monarch who was in the world?"

The turtle is not immortal and groaned, he can't touch it, now the five holy beasts are two and a half years old, and there is still a difference between the Vermilion Bird Tomb Light Divine Monarch and the White Tiger Supervisor, as well as the Xuanwu Emperor.

"Just go in and have a look. ”

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan interrupted Gu Buxian's doubts, and said loudly, if it is really the appearance of the White Tiger Divine Monarch, it will also be a great thing for him.