The sand mountain is the ancestor of the dry mountain, and the tiger runs on it, which is equivalent to running in the territory of the ancestor of the dry mountain, and the sand mountain is under the control of the ancestor of the dry mountain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

That's true, but in fact...... The Dry Mountain Ancestor moved his mind, and the situation where he expected the tiger's four feet to be touched did not appear.

This was beyond the expectations of the Withered Mountain Ancestor, causing his thin old face to appear dazed for a moment, but the daze did not hinder his follow-up movements.

It is a forest of spikes protruding from the sand mountain, blocking the front of the tiger.

Spikes are not a single spike, but a spike on top of a spike, like a branch of a tree branching out, one branch becomes several branches, and several branches become countless branches.

Therefore, this forest of thorns is really a forest of thorns.

If the tiger wants to pass through it, it is impossible without means.

Of course, the Forest of Spikes is not only used to block the way, it can also grow as the branches of the spikes grow, like a crazy spiritual object, a living spiritual object, woven into a net to cover the tiger.

The forest of spikes is crossing, and the net of spikes is coming, how do you look at it, how do you feel that the tiger has no other way to break the move except to retreat.

But in fact, there are countless ways to break the move, and three or five are still possible.

For example, the place where the forest of spikes crosses the ridge is also the one in front of the tiger, for example, the net of spikes does not cover the sky and the sun after all.

That is, the tiger can get around, so the tiger goes around.

The speed of the tiger is actually not slow, but in the realm of the Dry Mountain Ancestor, this speed alone cannot bypass the net of the spiky forest.

Xiao Yong could see it clearly, so because of his thoughts, a whirlwind was born under the tiger's feet, which suddenly made the tiger's speed increase several times.

"Bang!"

There was a burst of explosion, and the tiger disappeared, only to see the saloon suddenly rise.

Sharon was triggered by the tiger's rapid increase in speed, and seeing it meandering a few times, the tiger had already bypassed the forest of spiky nets, and pounced on the withered mountain ancestor who was getting closer and closer with a more ferocious and fierce stance.

At this time, the Dry Mountain Ancestor had already discovered that the reason why he could not trap the tiger's feet was because the soles of the tiger's feet seemed to have a strange power that suppressed the divine consciousness and divine thoughts of others.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor didn't know that this was the fairy light, but he understood that with this strange power, maybe even if the net of spikes covered the tiger, it would not be able to hurt it in the slightest.

Because...... After all, the sand mountain is made of local materials and condensed on the spot, so there is no deep connection between each grain of sand that constitutes it and him, and what it has is only the direct control of divine consciousness and divine thoughts.

Therefore, once the divine consciousness and divine thoughts on it are disturbed, the control of the sand grains will fail, so how can you use it to kill the tiger?

The Dry Mountain Ancestor's eyes were slightly cold, and he suddenly regretted a little bit that he proposed the rules that did not apply to the magic weapon.

But regret was only instantaneous, and he immediately made another move.

Can you disturb and suppress divine consciousness and divine thoughts? How can you suppress speed?

When a small grain of sand has a speed close to lightning, it can still kill people and collapse mountains, not to mention a tiger that draws things?

The Dry Mountain Ancestor smiled coldly and raised his hand to pinch the trick.

Inspired by the magic trick, the sand grains in all directions where the tiger was located fluttered up, and then the burst of arrows continued to increase in speed, leading to increasing power.

Gradually increasing, it is obviously a grain of sand, but it gives people the illusion of a meteorite.

Meteorite? Everyone was stunned suddenly, yes! What about the meteorite that fell from the sky?

It...... It seems to be gone.

Everyone searched the picture projected by the Holy Elder, but they found no trace of it.

Someone thought back for a moment and remembered how the meteorite was missing.

"It seems that after a tiger jumped off the meteorite, the meteorite collided with the sand mountain, and then quietly disintegrated. ”

"Disintegrate? or ...... Quietly?"

The tiger that jumped from the meteorite was so difficult that no one believed that the meteorite that seemed to be extraordinary at first glance could be so useless.

"Kushan wouldn't really think that, would he? If he did, he was afraid he was in trouble. ”

The Dry Mountain Ancestor is indeed in trouble.

The huge meteorite disintegrated like that, it was impossible for him not to care, but what if he cared? The meteorite after the disintegration was completely filled with countless grains of sand, and after they merged into the sand mountain, there was nothing unusual in the slightest.

Even so, for the sake of safety, the Dry Mountain Ancestor also deliberately scattered these sand grains in a few places to take care of them.

Outcome...... Since there are several places, these places must be places where meteorite sand particles gather.

They then re-solidify into meteorites in these places, which are smaller but burning with flames.

The flame was so domineering that it could even burn the nearby grains of sand.

The burned grains of sand are no longer grains of sand, but melt into liquid, which is absorbed by small meteorites.

Seeing that the meteorite was getting bigger and bigger, the Dry Mountain Ancestor came to pinch again in order to stop it.

After that, the sand particles around the meteorite took the initiative to retreat, vacating the place where the meteorite was located, and forming a large sealing array to seal the meteorite.

Things are going on here, and the sand particles outside are also approaching the tiger from all directions.

In the face of these grains of sand, the tiger was not afraid, and did not even pay attention to them, how to run and how to run.

"Could it be...... Is this his bait? Or ...... This thing can't be killed?"

At that moment, such an idea popped up in the heart of the Withered Mountain Ancestor.

But the situation has been achieved, and if you withdraw abruptly, there will be no backlash, but it will attract the ridicule of others.

"Then let the old man see what weirdness this deflated tiger can have!"

The Dry Mountain Ancestor stared at the tiger, and the others also stared at the tiger, the corners of Xiao Yong's mouth curled, and he gently beat the magic trick.

Xiao Yong once obtained a broken eggshell that could condense multiple illusions, and later he obtained the ability of multiple illusions from this eggshell, and this ability can actually enter the Tao of painting, that is, it can also be condensed into hieroglyphs.

And this thing came more easily and quickly than the condensation of the hieroglyphs of the wind character, almost as soon as he had the idea, the corresponding hieroglyphs were rubbed.

Therefore...... The tiger in the sand attack suddenly turned into a phantom image at this moment, and its body was already at the foot of the sand mountain, and one swooped down, pounced on the withered mountain ancestor below.

The Dry Mountain Ancestor really didn't expect the strangeness of the tiger to be here, but he didn't expect it, it doesn't mean that he can't resist it.

A fierce tiger is not to mention a thing that paints the Dao, even if it is a demon beast that has cultivated for thousands of years, it has to lie on its stomach in front of the Dry Mountain Ancestor.

Raising his hand and turning into a palm, his palm was directed at the tiger, and the Ancestor of the Dry Mountain shouted coldly: "Dead and dead!"

There was a black light bursting out between the palms of his hands, shining straight at the tiger, and the tiger grinned and showed its sharp tiger teeth, and roared in a low voice.

There was a low and silent roar, and there was a meteorite condensing in front of the tiger's head.

Meteorites have no life to break, and the thunder above is the biggest nemesis of the dead black light, because what means of silence can be stronger than the catastrophe?