Wu Lang and I stayed, ready to meet Wu Lang's former master, a demon tiger.

This demon tiger is huge, and when it squeezes all the way over, it directly squeezes away the nearby trees.

There was a king character on the top of the black tiger demon's head, and it was white and exuding a dazzling light.

"Roar!"

As soon as the black tiger came out, it roared at us, and the nearby trees and rocks flew up.

With a wave of my hand, I blocked the flying rocks and trees, and then said to him, "Don't pretend to be garlic, I know you can talk!"

"Roar, roar, I hate cultivators like you the most!"

The black tiger roared, and sure enough, he began to speak, and his voice was very standard.

"Cultivator, I'm not interested in knowing your name, and I don't want to hurt you, now, please leave here, I'm not looking for you, it's this traitor next to you!"

I noticed that the black tiger gritted his teeth when he said this, and the fangs of ordinary people's palms were rubbed back and forth, staring at Wulang as if to see where to put his mouth in.

"Haha, you tiger demon, by the way, it should be a tiger ghost now... No, ghost tiger, right? You don't stop when you're dead, why don't you go where you need to go?"

I can already see that the body of this tiger demon is gone, don't look at the fact that he is now making a great deal of prestige, very powerful, but it is not true, maybe he is still alive, maybe it was like this when he had a body, but he is definitely not like this now.

The black tiger was stunned, but he didn't expect to be seen through by me.

"So what? What about life, what about death? I must seek revenge on this kid today!"

The black tiger spoke, and his huge body turned into a puff of black smoke and vanished.

A stream of black gas swam through the forest, then swirled in the air, and landed on the ground to condense a figure.

The figure was two meters tall, wearing a pikan shoulder, revealing two granite-like arms, a face covered in blue-black tattoos, and a pair of eyes that shimmered blood-red.

"This is what human beings looked like when I was still alive, cultivator, I advise you again, this scholar is not a good person, it's too late for you to get out of the way now!"

As he spoke, a black tiger bone long knife condensed in the black tiger's hand.

In the early morning, there was no sunlight in the forest, and the tiger bone knife seemed to be able to swallow up the light, and the brightness in the vicinity was a little dimmer than in other places.

I can see that this guy is not easy to mess with, and his cultivation has reached the realm of the ghost king.

But I still need Wulang to show me the way, since I have promised Lan Feng, things have to be done for others.

At the very least, try it out.

The strength of the Black Tiger is similar to mine, and even a little stronger than my Jindan Middle Realm, but I am not worried that I will lose in his hands.

Because I practice the most authentic pure yang exercises, the yang energy is extremely strong between breathing and breathing.

Although these ghosts like to suck yang energy, the incomparably vigorous yang energy is their out-and-out nemesis.

Besides, I still have the Wakaki Sword in my hand, and if I really fight, there is a good chance that he will not be my opponent.

So I shook my head and said, "It's not that easy to get me out of the way, where do these ghosts around you come from?"

The black tiger's eyes were full of anger, and the air in the forest seemed to be frozen.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The black tiger said, and a black tiger bone long knife had silently arrived behind me.

The knife had been stabbed into the back of my heart since he had even spoken.

With the sound of the bell, the Ruomu sword appeared behind me out of thin air, and a fire dragon had already flown out of my palm, the entire fire dragon was about three zhang long, and the golden fire light continued to flicker, directly crashing into the place where the black tiger was.

The tiger bone long knife flew upside down, and then disappeared into the air, being held in the palm of the black tiger's hand.

"Okay, you're a cultivator, you're powerful enough! Uncle Tiger, I've been here for so many years, and it's the first time I've met an opponent like you!"

As he spoke, the black tiger was about to attack again.

At this moment, I turned around directly, and my figure flew in the forest and landed beside Wulang.

This fight has nothing to do with me at all, and the Black Tiger is not looking for me, but this Wulang, I can't patronize and fight with the Black Tiger now, and he ran away, right?

Ulang looked quite honest, it was indeed a good opportunity just now, but he didn't leave, but stayed in our neighborhood honestly.

Wu Lang knew very well what I wanted to say, so he directly turned into a cloud of yin qi and flew into a wooden gourd.

I used to have a strange leather bag, but then it disappeared, and I had to use this magic weapon instead.

I put away the wooden gourd and tried to fly to the side.

A crack appeared from the ground beneath my feet, at a very fast speed, and when the rift appeared, countless pairs of ghost hands flew out of the rift.

I turned the Wakaki sword in my hand and directly cut off countless ghost hands.

The flames burned through the cracks, and it seemed that countless evil spirits were wailing in the fire.

"Hand over Scholar Wu!"

The black tiger roared, and the yin qi in the ghost's body condensed into a huge tiger head, at least ten zhang in diameter, and swooped down and hit the ground.

With a snort, a huge cavity appeared in the ground, a large pit was more than 20 meters long, and the earth was flying.

Before the tiger's head fell, I had already left its original position, a golden light flashed, and the black tiger's head condensed by yin qi was directly split into two, and the pure yang fire scorched the yin qi, and quickly burned this tiger's head into nothingness.

The black tiger is really extraordinary, the strength is quite strong, and the monsters I have encountered... It can also be ranked among the ghosts.

Soon, the small half of the mountain peak was already full of desolation, and as for the ghosts controlled by the black tiger, they did not dare to approach the area where we were fighting, once they dared to approach, only the soul that awaited them was scattered.

The Tiger Bone Black Knife and the Wakaki Sword collided together, and I thought that the Wakaki Sword and the Pure Yang Fire would be enough to burn the Tiger Bone Black Sword to ashes in a short period of time.

Of course, until then, the Black Tiger couldn't move this magic weapon long knife away.

However, the tiger bone long knife did not appear to be damaged immediately, and it was even stalemate with the Wakaki sword.

"This magic weapon must have been forged with other spiritual objects!"

Just as I was distracted, a black light flew out of my cuff.

It was Wu Lang, this guy flaunted that his combat power was not strong, but now he flew out, and a blood-colored long sword appeared in his hand, which was more than five feet long, extremely sharp on one side, and eighteen sharp teeth on the other side, as if it had been fished out of a pool of blood.

The blood-colored long sword in Wulang's hand swayed, and the wolf cried in the air, and the blood-red light diffused, making people feel as if they were in the Netherworld.

(End of chapter)