The big bad wolf's bite was not only fatal, but also very ruthless, and when he retreated, he still had a large piece of flesh on the wolf's head and neck in his mouth.

Looking at the wolf's head, almost the entire neck was bitten off, and blood was gushing everywhere like a column of water. He didn't even let out a terrible howl, and his body fell heavily to the ground, his limbs twitched, obviously unable to live.

The big bad wolf raised his head haughtily and howled at the wild wolves around him.

The dozen or so wolves took a few steps back in fear, and then all of them bowed down, and let out a low howl from their mouths, as if to show their submission.

The big bad wolf proudly walked up to the wolf's head, picked up his dead body with his front paws, and howled at the dozen or so wild wolves.

When more than a dozen wild wolves heard the sound, they all pounced on the carcass of the wolf's head and began to tear and eat.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the sturdy wolf head had been gnawed by the wolves to the point that only a pile of bones remained, and Ling Zikai's heart was beating with horror.

The big bad wolf seemed to be satisfied with the performance of the wolves and howled a few times. Then he shook his body full of scars and ran to the tree where Ling Zikai was hiding, and howled at Ling Zikai, looking a little excited, looking like he was saying to Ling Zikai: Master, there is no danger now, you can come down.

Ling Zikai was secretly surprised, could it be that after several fusions of the ancestral god's consciousness, this big bad wolf's consciousness already had its own imprint, even if he didn't use his consciousness to control it, it could tame himself, and it seemed to have a lot of spirituality.

When Ling Zikai climbed down from the tree, the dozen or so wild wolves immediately surrounded him with fierce eyes. But before they could get closer, the big bad wolf howled a few times, ordering them not to be rude to Ling Zikai. The wild wolves immediately took a few steps back, bowing their heads and tails and not daring to squeak.

Ling Zikai was overjoyed when he saw this, and touched the big bad wolf with his hand with appreciation. With more than a dozen wild wolves led by the big bad wolf following him, it was undoubtedly a big help.

He no longer commanded the big bad wolf in a controlled manner, but used his consciousness to give it the order to set off for the Tigger Stream.

The big bad wolf was at first a little dazed, wondering why his master had changed the way he commanded him, but the feeling of not being controlled by others made him more willing to accept it. It's just that between humans and beasts, it is difficult to communicate effectively after all, even if the big bad wolf understands the meaning of Ling Zikai's order that he can set off, but standing there, looking around, he doesn't know which direction to go.

In desperation, Ling Zikai had no choice but to continue to control the big bad wolf with his consciousness, leading more than a dozen wild wolves towards the Tiger Leaping Stream.

With the escort of the wolves, there will be no danger to Ben along the way. On the way, when passing through the territory of several black bears, Hung Yen leopards, and wild boars, in the face of more than a dozen wild wolves, the other party only demonstrated with a roar, and did not dare to come forward to provoke.

However, there were a few aggressive wild wolves in the wolf pack, showing that they were eager to try and wanted to come forward to challenge, but they were all stopped by Ling Zikai's orders to the big bad wolf.

Ling Zikai only wanted to rush to the Tiger Leaping Stream early, and he didn't want to make extraneous branches on the way and delay time.

As for the deer, roe deer, hares, and other weak animals, before the wolves arrived, they scattered far away and fled for their lives.

Interestingly, if they encounter a lone wolf, the wolves will rush up and suppress them with absolute force to force them to submit.

Along the way, when approaching the Tiger Leaping Stream, more than a dozen lone wolves were incorporated by the big bad wolf, and the number of the team expanded to nearly thirty.

The big bad wolf surrounded by wolves held his head high proudly, keeping a certain distance from his subordinates, and there was a bit of domineering in the faint king.

As Sugor described, a mountain range in front of him was shrouded in mist, and the occasional cliff was steep and rugged, dark and terrifying.

In the surrounding mountains and forests, there was a faint figure flickering, presumably a member of the White Tiger Gang.

Although there are nearly 1,000 people in the White Tiger Gang surrounding here, the Tiger Leaping Stream is nearly 10 kilometers in radius, and more than 1,000 people are scattered and surrounded, and there are only three or four people left in each mountain and forest.

Ling Zikai didn't want to fight the White Tiger Gang right now, his main purpose was to enter the Tiger Leaping Stream and find the cuckoo.

Although Su Guoer and Zhang Jun had previously told themselves not to enter alone, if they didn't even dare to enter a small mountain stream, would they still have the inheritance of the ancestral gods? Not to mention that this was still the place where the ancestral gods lived in the legends, there was no reason not to let themselves in.

Before entering the Tiger Leaping Stream, Ling Zikai used his ancestral god consciousness to investigate the surrounding mountains and forests, and found that there were people from the White Tiger Gang guarding each mountain col, and there were about four or five people in each place. The staff is also very mixed, both dressed as local herdsmen and hunters, as well as dressed in modern and popular costumes. One of the people in each group was armed with that kind of Russian-style rifle. Others may be armed with cold weapons such as machetes, bows and arrows, hunting forks, etc.

On a hill, Ling Zikai found that there were more than 20 people together, which seemed to be the place where the leaders of the White Tiger Gang gathered, so he concentrated on the ancestral consciousness and extended it.

Three of the group looked like leaders.

A tall man in his forties, with a face full of flesh, his head was shaved and there was a scar on his right cheek.

The other was only in his twenties, with a thin body and a white face. It's just that the expression on his face is a little rigid, giving people a sense of yin.

The remaining man was in his fifties, and he was dressed in a strange way. He wears a hat made of antlers on his head and several red streamers hanging from his ears. The upper body wears a tight red cardigan coat, and the gown is also sewn with reptile patterns cut from animal skins into the shape of turtles, frogs, four-legged snakes, etc. The lower body is wearing a skirt, and there are many decorative items such as cloth belts, bells, and small bronze mirrors hanging on the front of the skirt.

He also holds a small round leather drum in his left hand and a drumstick in his right hand.

The whole person looks mysterious and mysterious, a bit like a wizard or something. This man seemed to have a superior position among the people, except for the bald man and the cold young man, the eyes of the others who looked at him were full of awe.

In his consciousness, Ling Zikai suddenly felt that there was a faint familiar aura on the wizard's body, and he couldn't help but feel surprised in his heart, and just wanted to take a closer look. The wizard seemed to notice something, and turned his head, with a faint consciousness in his eyes, which was mixed with Ling Zikai's ancestral god consciousness.

Could it be that this person has the same ancestral god inheritance as himself, and is a shaman?

Ling Zikai was taken aback. Immediately, I found that the person's consciousness was too weak, and when it collided with my own consciousness, it immediately dissipated without a trace.

The wizard seemed to be hurt, and threw away the drum and drumsticks in his hands, and rolled on the ground in pain with his head in his hands.

The people next to them were startled, not knowing what had happened to this mysterious wizard, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Ling Zikai saw that the wizard's ability was far inferior to his own, so he didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't care about the other party's life or death, and withdrew the ancestral god consciousness.

He wanted to see the situation in the Tiger Leaping Stream in advance, so he turned his consciousness to the Tiger Leaping Stream. It's just that the consciousness entered the stream, but what appeared in my mind was a white expanse, and I couldn't see anything clearly, so I had to retreat.

Since the consciousness cannot be investigated, the only way to go in is to go in person.

Ling Zikai found a piece of mountain forest that entered the Tiger Leaping Stream, and drove the wolves forward.

Before they reached the forest, all the wild wolves raised their heads and howled, and the howl shook the whole mountain and forest.

The five White Tiger Gang disciples who were guarding the forest saw twenty or thirty wild wolves running wildly, and they were so frightened that they fled for their lives elsewhere.

When approaching the Tiger Leaping Stream, the wolves stopped their pace, looked at the mountain stream shrouded in white mist, showed a look of awe, and did not dare to move forward again. Even the big bad wolf that was controlled by Ling Zikai with his consciousness, after barely advancing more than twenty meters, instinctively resisted, as if there was a terrifying existence in that mountain stream, which would threaten their lives.

In desperation, Ling Zikai had to give up the idea of leading the wolves into the mountain stream. Tell the big bad wolf to lead the wolves to guard the mountains and forests, and not let others enter the mountain stream.

When Ling Zikai walked towards the mountain stream, he subconsciously seemed to feel that the entire Tigger Stream was wrapped in an invisible diaphragm. When he passed through this diaphragm, he was greeted by a breath of vicissitudes with a long time, which was the real reckless atmosphere, as if it came from ancient times.

In his mind, the consciousness of the ancestral god was awakened, and he greedily inhaled this breath. In a trance, he seemed to hear a voice calling to him from the depths of the mountain stream.

The white fog in the stream is misty, and the naked eye can only see a place fifty meters away.

Ling Zikai let go of the ancestral god consciousness, and the consciousness that could have searched within a range of fifty kilometers was also greatly limited in this tiger leaping stream, and he could only search within a range of about five hundred meters.

Ling Zikai really had some doubts about whether he had entered another dimension. He summoned the Ancestral God Energy and threw a punch at a boulder in front of him. Thankfully, the ancestral god's energy not only did not weaken, but seemed to have increased a lot. With one punch, the boulder was torn apart.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, there is not much difference from the outside, except that the trees grow for a longer period of time, and the breath of life is more lush, full of spirituality.

Since he couldn't use the ancestral god consciousness to search on a large scale, he could only walk slowly to search. It's just that I don't know which direction the cuckoo entered the mountain stream from, and without a clue, it will be even more difficult to find it.

Judging from the name, most people will think that Tiger Leaping Stream is a narrow mountain stream, but in fact, after entering the stream, you will find that it is a large canyon inside. It's just that the canyon is flanked by steep cliffs, and although it is not very high, it is difficult to climb with bare hands.

The bottom of the valley is about a mile wide, and the strange rocks that stand up are like bamboo shoots. In addition to the trees that are 34 meters tall, there are also thick vines that crisscross the strange rocks and trees. When walking, the body must bend down and drill through the vines.

After walking for a while, a ravine more than two meters wide appeared in front of me. Ling Zikai grabbed a slippery vine hanging from a tree, as thick as an arm, and wanted to swing it over.

At this moment, the vine in his hand suddenly writhed and wrapped around his arm.

Ling Zikai was very surprised in his heart, secretly thinking that this vine must have become a sperm, and wanted to tie himself up! After a closer look, he suddenly found that where was the vine in his hand, it was clearly a big black snake with the same color as the vine.