Wang Tu slowly walked to Luo Haotian's side as if he were strolling leisurely. Purple You Pavilion .

Now Luo Haotian was pressed under the black tiger, unable to move, just waiting for the sword to break, he was going to die in the tiger's mouth.

"Immortal Wang, this evil beast is too terrifying, you retreat!" Luo Haotian was only surprised when he saw Wang Tu, the horror of this black tiger was far beyond imagination, and it was not something he could deal with with these martial arts cultivators.

Although Wang Tu's strength has refreshed Luo Haotian's worldview several times, Luo Haotian still doesn't think that Wang Tu can deal with such a terrifying monster.

The black tiger suddenly didn't know why, as if he had seen an abyss demon, and the fur on his body exploded again. He jerked back, re-nesting in the shadows, and even the sword stuck in his mouth fell.

"It's actually gone, let's go!" Luo Haotian wanted to pull the Wang disciple, but found that he seemed to be trying to pull a sculpture, and the other party didn't move at all.

"What are you going to do?" said the king, as if he didn't understand anything.

"Wang Xianren, don't be reckless, it's really not something we can deal with!" Luo Haotian was in a hurry.

"Correct, it's something you can't deal with. Wang Tu said very seriously.

"To me, it's just a snack on my lunch. “

Wang Tu said that, he pointed at the long sword on the ground, and the long sword automatically flew into Wang Tu's hand like a toy.

The surnamed Zhang felt that this black tiger had lived in the ancient tomb for decades. I can deal with it with my own internal strength, but I don't know that this is the owner of the ancient tomb who has been raised in this tomb since he entered the tomb, and it is a yin beast guarding the tomb, which has been thousands of years, and the internal strength of the martial artist may not be helpless even if there are a hundred.

And the tomb owner will spread the yin qi of his life in this tomb, this black tiger has been encroaching since he was a child, and his skin and even fur are as tough as alloy, and now he has become extremely fierce, from sleeping to being woken up by these people, he is naturally angry.

'It's a pity that I haven't recovered the soul of the first level yet, otherwise I wouldn't have to do it myself, a thousand-year-old yin beast is not enough.

The long sword in the hand of the king disciple roared, and the black tiger seemed to have found the opportunity, and his body was pulled into a long bow again, like a sharp arrow with a string, and it shot out in an instant, Luo Haotian didn't even have time to dodge, and his intuition told him that he would definitely die this time!

Dead!

Everyone thinks so, in that dark mouth like a prison, it is impossible to survive, Master Zhang is no exception, Master Luo Haotian is no exception, and Wang Tu is no exception.

"Self-defeating. “

Wang Tu shook his head slightly, and the long sword in his hand shot out "on the ground", turning into a heavy cannonball, pulling out a slender and sharp light, splitting the cold yin qi like frost, cutting through the skin and flesh as hard as alloy, and hitting the black tiger's mouth, the black tiger that was as huge as a giant elephant was as vulnerable as glass at this moment, flying upside down dozens of meters and hitting the wall.

It was as if everything had calmed down, and the black tiger stopped moving, for it had been nailed to the walls of the tomb.

There were no gorgeous moves, no brilliant spells, and the king disciple seemed to have just shook his hand and thrown his sword out from beginning to end.

The same sword, under Luo Haotian's hands, could only support the black tiger's bloody mouth, but under Wang Tu's hands, it was as simple as cutting through white paper.

A thousand-year-old yin beast, kill with one blow!

Which is higher and which is lower, the judgment is high!

No one is not stunned by this scene, a bullet cannot kill. The black tiger, who can easily shoot the master of internal strength and easily force the master of spells to death, was killed on the spot under the sword of the young man, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, who would dare to believe it?

Tang Dong's mood couldn't be more complicated at the moment.

Their minds were endlessly recalling how many times they had offended the teenager in the past two days.

Why did he dare to come to the tomb alone?

Why did he dare to shout at the two young men?

Why did he dare to ignore the forces behind them?

Because of strength. There is the strength of this sword!

He could easily cut through everything that stood in his way!

"The immortal doesn't know it in person, I'm really stupid, stupid!" Zheng Yuantian slapped himself and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the king.

Seeing this, Tang Dong and Xue Laidong also hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, for fear that the sword would fall on them.

"Wang Xianren is really Wang Xianren. No matter how strong this beast is, it can't stop the immortal's move. Luo Haotian cleaned himself up and stood behind Wang Tu and bowed.

Luo Haotian lives in this world, and his vision is only limited to his own knowledge, how can he imagine the ability of a universe supreme?

Since then, Luo Haotian is only afraid that he will worship the king as a god. Don't dare to disobey in the slightest.

The king waved his hand, indicating that he was exempted.

He walked quickly to the black tiger's corpse, and after looking at it for a few moments, he smiled contentedly, raised his right hand, and a dark light lit up in his hand.

The medicinal materials in the mortal world, no matter how old they are and how rebellious their medicinal effects are, can only temper the physical body, but cannot reshape the soul.

Through the white jade, the king disciple absorbed a lot of aura, but the aura of the mortal world was limited after all. Relying on this aura, if you want to completely reshape the domineering soul of the king, I don't know that it will be the year of the monkey.

After pondering for a while, Wang Tu thought of a technique he had practiced in his previous life, which was a secret from a top Yin Sha sect that could strengthen himself by devouring the souls of other living beings.

The king disciple fought with the Yin Demon Ancestor for three days and three nights, and the Yin Demon Ancestor used hundreds of thousands of powerful ghosts and evil spirits that were refined by him, but the Wang disciple was a natural spirit body. The soul is tenacious and indestructible, not affected at all, and in the end, it directly devoured 100,000 powerful ghosts and Yin Evil Ancestors.

This kind of law decision to take the souls of others has always been spurned by people as evil magic, which runs counter to the righteous path.

But for the kings, there is no right way at all.

This kind of magic is used to absorb the souls of ordinary people, and the effect is very small, if it is a soul like Luo Haotian who has practiced spells, it may still have some effect.

This black tiger, a yin beast that has absorbed thousands of years of yin qi, has turned into a evil spirit, and it will also be entangled in the living after death, bringing bad luck.

Don't eat for nothing, that's probably what Wang Tu thinks now.

The dark light of the right hand slowly dispersed, turning into a curtain, shrouding the black tiger's huge body, like the tentacles of an octopus, clinging to the ethereal soul.

After a while, a terrible tiger roar resounded in the ancient tomb, like thunder, and frightened several people at the entrance of the cave to the ground again, thinking that the black tiger was not dead.

Wang Tu's eagle eyebrows were upside down, his divine thoughts moved, and the dark light curtain suddenly turned into an iron rope hook, Wang Tu pulled his lunge, his hands pulled suddenly, and a light blue tiger shape was withdrawn, suspended in the air, and wanted to escape.

"It turned out to be a soul splitting technique, Wang Immortal should be a reincarnated immortal!" Luo Haotian knelt behind Wang Tu, not daring to look directly at it again.

He had only seen this method in ancient books, except for monks who cultivated evil methods, only immortals who were able to control their souls. Wang Xianren is obviously the latter.

Wang Tu opened his mouth into a circle, his divine thoughts turned, and an invisible strong wind was generated in vain, turning into a whirlwind, and the tiger-shaped soul and the surrounding yin qi had nowhere to escape in front of this whirlwind, and it was swallowed into his stomach in the blink of an eye.

"It tastes good. Wang Tu licked his lips, as if he had just eaten a feast.

The soul was taken away, and the black tiger's body began to shrink rapidly like a withered flower, and finally dissolved into a mess of flesh, obviously dead and unable to die anymore.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuantian said cautiously: "Immortal, the black tiger is dead, it's weird and gloomy here, can we go?"

Wang Tu shook his head and said towards the ancient tomb: "What are you waiting for, how about coming out to see the real chapter?"

Suddenly, the lid of the sarcophagus opened a crack, and a black figure flew out of the sky, pausing to figure out, as if it was a real person in a Taoist robe.

The black shadow opened its eyes, like two stars in the night, and even the bright moon could hardly compete with it.

"When you see a real person, don't kneel down!" The black shadow sleeve robe waved, and suddenly the wind blew violently, and the face was painful.

"Hell!" Xue Laidong knelt down tremblingly, even if he was afraid in his heart, he didn't dare to scream.

Except for the king's disciples, everyone has already thrown their bodies to the ground, and they almost buried their heads in the soil.

"Master Luo Haotian, what the hell is this?" Zheng Yuantian asked in a low voice as he held back his fear.

Luo Haotian's face was also pale at the moment, and he was covered in cold sweat: "This is what the folk often say, ghosts!"

As soon as these words came out, several people suddenly felt a chill rush from their heads to their toes.

"That'...... Immortal, can he win?"

Zheng Yuantian looked at the figure standing proudly, neither humble nor arrogant, and only felt that the gap between the two was as wide as a chasm, and he was proud of himself because he was the son of the deputy mayor, and he was used to seeing all kinds of bosses.

As everyone knows, his own ability, in the eyes of that immortal, is nothing more than a sword.

"Perhaps. In case the immortals are defeated, we probably won't be able to leave. ”

Luo Haotian didn't dare to raise his head, he had also heard of this kind of shady monk, they were all ruthless people, as long as one person was born, it would cause a bloody storm, if it wasn't for the country's full efforts to exterminate it, I'm afraid that this world would have already been bloody.

"Why don't you kneel?" the shadow fell to the ground and questioned the king.

"It's just a remnant soul, even if it's your own deity, you don't even have the qualifications to lift my shoes!"

It was the spell of a sinister monk who sealed his dead soul in the tomb until one of the hapless men came in and became the new body of his soul.

Even the Yin Evil Ancestor was defeated in the hands of the king, just a monk, what kind of thing is it?

"Presumptuous!" the black shadow brushed his hand, and the yin qi suddenly gathered. The condensation turned into a black wave, hitting the king directly.

"This tiger is my lunch add-on, and now it's time for the main meal. ”

The king groaned softly, slashed his fingers like knives, and slashed lightly in front of him.

It was obviously a slash without momentum, but it condensed a golden light, and the air exploded everywhere it passed, and even the void was ruthlessly torn apart, and the black wave was even more vulnerable, along with the black shadow itself, it was all slashed over.

Ordinary people have never seen such magical powers!

The king concocted it like this, opened his mouth into a circle, pinched the law, and a whirlwind struck in an instant.

"You want to devour me!" the black shadow laughed madly, and did not struggle, letting the king devour me.

As soon as he entered his stomach, a black qi rose from the seven orifices of the king's disciples.

"Suffered, the immortal he was taken away!" Luo Haotian felt bad, although the king disciple had spells all over the sky, he was a teenager after all, and he was not old enough, so he fell in love with the evil ghost.

Just when everyone thought that death was coming, Wang Tu touched his stomach and let out an earth-shattering and regretful sound.

"Hiccup. ”

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