On the Valley of Fallen Souls

The aura of the white tiger meditating cross-legged around the body was tumbling, following a strange trajectory and repeating itself, and the phantom of the white tiger was swooping and roaring in the aura, and there were many wounds of different shades on the phantom that were slowly healing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After a stick of incense, the aura of the white tiger's eyes flashed, and a tiger leap jumped into the white tiger's body.

Someone came from afar, cold as winter.

"Who is Your Excellency, what are you looking for me here?" The white tiger opened his eyes and looked at the cold man who was pacing from a distance with his hands behind his back, seemingly harmless, and the cold around him could kill people, this person was not good, and at the same time had murderous intent, otherwise it would be impossible for the cold to force people.

Standing up slowly, the white tiger nodded to the man as a sign of kindness, but the man looked at him as if he hadn't seen it, his eyes were staring straight at him, and his steps were not slow.

Taking a step back, the white tiger looked at this silent guy vigilantly, ready to evacuate at any time.

The white tiger trusted his instincts, his instincts allowed him to escape safely in danger countless times, and his instincts told him that there was a dagger out of the sheath in front of him that was facing him with a murderous aura, and he had no reason to prepare to flee.

Someone came from afar, tyrannical like a wind.

In the other direction, another shirtless man with a scar on his face hurried up, and the sound of ghosts crying constantly as he ran, as if there was a ghost haunting. The white tiger took another step back, and the spiritual power in his body began to surge, as long as the other party approached, he immediately stayed away.

Someone came from afar, and his flesh was like a ghost.

In the third direction, another man appeared, the thick blood on his body made him look like a barbarian warrior who had been bloody for ten years, his eyes seemed to hide a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the white tiger looked at the man in surprise, his eyes were tingling, and the corpse mountain trembled in those eyes, and the sea of blood seemed to have a dormant giant beast rushing out of it, and the white tiger immediately closed his eyes.

The man tilted his head to look at the white tiger, pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed, the laughter had no emotion, the simple laughter was infinite ridicule, ridiculing his indiscretion.

A wisp of blood flowed out of the corner of the white tiger's left eye, which was conspicuous.

Taking a frightening breath, the white tiger took a step back!

Someone came from afar, ethereal like nothingness.

If there is no aura fluctuation from behind, the back of the white tiger who retreated hurriedly was cold, and the cool air rushed up to the top of his head along the spine, and he had to stop retreating, if he took another step back, the sharp blade on his back could easily pierce his chest and heart!

When the white tiger turned around, a strange guy stood not far away, the whole person had a translucent sense of immediacy, and the chaotic spatial fluctuations came out of his body, and every time the fluctuation was materialized, there was a materialization on the man's body.

The man looked at his body in annoyance but helplessly, and let out an ethereal sigh, which could not distinguish between men and women.

"Come with us, there are some things that our old man wants to ask you. As soon as the indifferent man who appeared first spoke, the temperature around him dropped suddenly, and the cold wind mixed with fine smoothies slapped on the white tiger's face, and the white tiger narrowed his eyes unnaturally.

The east wind rises, blowing a long hair.

"Dala Blood Feather, Jackdaw, Blood Crow, Ghost Crow, and Empty Crow gather, the Demon Knife predecessor really gave me face, but if I want to go, I can go after all by paying some price. Looking at the black crow mark hidden under his long hair, the white tiger figured out the identities of these four people.

With a sad look on his face, the empty crow who looked very special because he had not yet completed the cultivation of a certain void concealment technique sighed: "Don't you understand? The four of us brothers are here, not to discuss with you, but to inform you, the old man asked us to invite you, and you have to go and give you face." ”

"The four of us came forward at the same time, who else in Kyushu would dare to be presumptuous except for the Mixed Yuan Gate, Jiuqing Tianyuan Palace, Dalian Temple, and Yan Demon Cave? Did the Immortal Monarch tell you that the old man also had to give three points of courtesy?"

The white tiger didn't say a word, and suddenly the image of the Immortal Monarch condensed behind him, swept it away, and poured all his strength, the black gold dragon pattern pen slashed through the air, and a black crack two fingers wide appeared, sweeping towards the four people. The power of the Immortal Monarch contained in the Ghost Monarch's Judgment was completely exhausted, and this type of talisman dissipated. According to White Tiger's conjecture, the power of the final blow of the Ghost Monarch will definitely make the four people in the first echelon of Dala Blood Feather scramble for a while.

The twelve crows of the Dala Blood Feather, the four crows are an echelon, they are the Spirit Palace, the Heart Transformation, and the Intention Monk, and the four Jackdaws Blood Crows, Ghost Crows, and Sky Crows are all monks in the early stage of the Spirit Palace, but they are vulnerable under the judgment of the Ghost Monarch Tong of the Hades Monarch Technique at the peak of Juxia.

The head of the white tiger who sacrificed his talisman power galloped away without looking back, trying to escape from their encirclement as fast as possible, and the departing figure even pulled out an afterimage.

Suddenly, an invisible net blocked in front of the white tiger, the white tiger slammed into it, and the blood flowed backwards and a mouthful of blood spurted out, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he knew very well what it was blocking him - Wumeng's strongest bondage treasure, the net of heaven and earth!

A spider web-like magic weapon slowly appeared, flashing with a gray luster, this Tianluo net was quenched with poison! This is the first reaction of the white tiger, the heaven and earth net was originally golden, and anyone can not know, but as one of the eighteen Hades of the underworld, it is impossible for him not to know.

Of the twelve crows of the Dala Blood Feather, at least eight crows came! Because the Heaven and Earth Nets were not something they could urge, and only when there were enough of them could they exert one percent of the power of the Heaven and Earth Nets, and this strength was enough to trap him.

The four of them came together, and the black crow mark on their necks was conspicuous and arrogant, after all, Umeng was the leader of the dark world in Dala State, and no one was willing to conflict with Umeng in Dala State, especially the Twelve Blood Feathers of Dala that represented Umeng.

"Poisonous crows, bone crows, wind crows, sea crows!" The white tiger felt that his body was gradually weakening, his limbs were numb, and the blood feather poisonous crow was good at using poison, and the only one in the whole Wumeng who had the courage to quench poison the world was this madman.

"I didn't expect to dispatch two elite echelons to catch my Dala Blood Feather, could it be that the Twelve Crows are so good-looking?"

The bone crow, whose joints were armed with white bones all over his body, retorted contemptuously: "When we Wumeng people are like cold-blooded creatures of the underworld? The old man said, if the old man dies and you don't die, we can beat you to death and drag you back to pay the errand, and soon declare war on the underworld, and see who is eligible to get the first place in this thirty years of fighting!"

"It's impossible for Hades to start a war over such a trivial matter, you guys are just delusional!" said White Tiger in a hoarse voice.

A tall young sea crow with blue hair and a strong water element around him spoke: "You think too much, kill our brother, you deserve to die, the Hades King is not strict and should indeed have a long memory, the Dala Blood Feather is missing the old man, and eleven people still smash the seventeen Hades King alive." Hades doesn't dare to take the war book, we will kill, and there will be no Hades killers rampant at night on Kyushu!"

"Are you sick? If a black crow dies, why don't you just find another one? If you start a war with Hades for a black crow, you can't do anything for yourself! If it were me who died, Hades would never start a war with Umeng! Umeng are all fools, aren't you afraid of losing both?!" said the white tiger angrily.

The wind crow and the poisonous crow, who had not spoken, said in unison: "Are you very proud?" If you look closely, the appearance of the wind crow and the poisonous crow are ninety percent similar, and they are a pair of twins.

The white tiger no longer speaks, and being abandoned by the forces really has nothing to be proud of.

To tell the truth, he himself has escaped from the underworld, and his life and death have nothing to do with the underworld.

"We are all the sons of the old man, we all picked it up by him, and the first thing he taught us was not to read and write, not to take revenge, not to kill, but to use affection. The poisonous crow said in a deep voice, they are all orphans, and they were picked up and adopted by the old knife, and the old knife will only kill people, so the work and skill given to them is to kill.

But they are human beings after all, and what they are taught by the old knife is the sentient way, not the ruthless way of the underworld.

"If one day I am old and foolish and let you kill your brother because of personal vendetta, remember not to feel guilty and kill me. The last thing that can accompany you is the knife in your hand, and the brother by your side. No matter who is in trouble, you have no ability to take revenge, then go and kill, kill a bloody way, even if you die, you have to die for your father by your brother's side!"

They have nothing left but their brothers, who also have nothing. Singles are terrible, they can fight with you anytime and anywhere for a certain reason, Wumeng's twelve blood feathers are such a group of little singles, and the old knife is the old bachelor who leads them. The singles gave up their lives to protect something, even when the Great Emperor came, they dared to greet the Great Emperor's mother, and slashed his head fiercely.

"I don't know what to say!" the white tiger muttered in a low voice, dragging his numb body and slowly walking forward, no one stopping him.

He crawled on the ground, crawled, crawled. Three pairs of boots appeared in front of his eyes.

"Sure enough, they're all here. The white tiger smiled bitterly, he finally gave up escaping, and the Twelve Crows of the Dala Blood Feather rushed back from the other eight states today because of him and the old black crow Yan Tiannan.

"Soul crows, fire crows, dreaded crows. An indifferent voice sounded, and the white tiger laughed loudly, coughing violently and blood splashed.

Someone came in the distance, singing the ballad of the blood crow in the daara.

"Whoever injures my siblings will be punished even if he is far away, and whoever commits my rebellion will still fight if he is defeated." Don't care about his 50,000 gold armor to level the world, first slaughter my blood crow and kill 3,000 Wumeng. The strong enemy came, grinding Changge, and singing together with his brothers...... "The old knife is indeed uneducated, and the Dala Blood Crow ballad he made up does not rhyme at all, has no connotation at all, and is even difficult to read, but the Dala Blood Feathers like to sing this song the most, and the singles only have siblings and this song."

The old eleven crows tied up the white tiger who did not resist and carried it on their shoulders, and followed the brothers to hum a beautiful song back to Baiyan City, the white tiger would not die for the time being, but when they felt the wail of the twelve blood-linked crow marks on their necks, it was the day of the white tiger's blood sacrifice to the black crow, and the time of the bloody battle of Wumeng in the underworld.

The people who were thousands of miles away from Baiyan City, including the Juxia powerhouse, were reluctant to set foot in the Valley of Fallen Souls. They can only wait, wait for the old man to come home by himself, or die.