The big-headed ghost flew forward with the other wandering ghosts full of entanglement, trying to think of the best of both worlds, hoping to not only save the remaining life consciousness, but also complete the unintentional order;

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roar full of wildness came from the distant sky, carrying the momentum of tyranny and wildness, and swept and spread through the void unscrupulously;

Wherever the tiger's roar passed, all the wandering souls and wild ghosts that were flying in the air on the yin wind suddenly fell to the ground in embarrassment as if they had been hit hard, and were instantly suppressed by the fierce roar of the tiger.

As the saying goes: the cloud from the dragon! the wind from the tiger!

A ghostly black-veined tiger, with wind on the soles of its feet, walks in the air;

Pitch black as ink, almost condensed into a substantial yin wind, hovering and flying under the limbs of the black-veined tiger, holding up the huge and ferocious body of the black-veined tiger, carrying it into a streamer phantom, leaving a series of afterimages in the void that are both real and illusory, flying forward at great speed, all the way like a bamboo, as if it was a thousand miles in an instant;

It wasn't until the black-veined tiger was completely far away that a large group of wandering ghosts who were suppressed lying on the ground raised their heads cautiously, opened their ghost eyes, looked around in fear, searched, until it was confirmed that the black-veined tiger had left, and then floated up one by one and continued to float forward;

Among the tens of thousands of wandering ghosts, the big-headed ghost with a big head as big as a bucket is naturally particularly eye-catching and conspicuous, but at this moment, the other wandering ghosts are attracted by the greed and desire that originates from the depths of the soul, almost instinctively, and fly forward desperately, so they don't notice it;

And the big-headed ghost is different from other wandering ghosts who are occupied by greed and longing, in contrast, at least the big-headed ghost is not lost, and he is afraid, so he can be regarded as the calmer and more rational among the thousands of wandering ghosts;

Therefore, when the big-headed ghost saw the black-veined tiger that was far away with the wind, he was suddenly frightened and his soul softened, and he couldn't help but tremble, and all his thoughts looked ahead and whispered softly:

"Could it be that the black-veined tiger that passed by just now is the legendary Soul Eater Tiger!"

As soon as he thought of this, the big-headed ghost couldn't help but feel sad, and his face was almost crumpled at this moment, and he was worried about flying forward with the other wandering ghosts, and he was secretly praying anxiously;

He also knew that his big head was the biggest flaw in this trip, but he still had a trace of luck, hoping that he would not be discovered by those terrifying existences, those who were enough to threaten his remnant soul consciousness;

On the other side, when the black-veined tiger pursued the greed and desire from the depths of his soul, and saw the forgetfulness that broke into the ghost land of Yinshan Mountain, he was also very surprised to see another terrifying existence, a terrifying existence that was only above it and not below it;

It was a dark green coffin, broken, with a blackened, moss-like thing on it, surrounded by a layer of miserable green resentment that almost condensed into substance, full of terrifying resentment like a butcher's knife, exuding bursts of strange and unpredictable momentum, floating strangely in the void;

For the arrival of the black-veined tiger, whether it is the existence of the black-veined tiger or the dark green coffin, it is naturally aware, but the difference is that the black-veined tiger is not glanced at by the black-veined tiger, and a blind gesture does not seem to put the black-veined tiger in his eyes;

On the contrary, it was the existence in the dark green coffin, which seemed to have some knowledge of the black-veined tiger, and was slightly surprised to let out a resentful sound, and the monstrous resentment was filled with terrifying resentment, which shook the dark green coffin for a while, and fell a large piece of fine decaying residue;

Even the miserable green mist of resentment that lingered around the dark green coffin spun and twisted for a few breaths, looking eerie and full of weirdness;

"Soul Eater! I didn't expect you to be here too!

Forget Mo still didn't move, his eyes flowed, ready to go, staring at the dark green coffin that blocked the way;

"Roar!"

Hearing this, the Soul Eater Tiger let out a low tiger roar, which seemed to be in response, and as if it was venting the depression in its heart, but it was more like it didn't understand the existence in the dark green coffin, what was the purpose of this statement, so it issued a question and warning, although its strength was inferior to that of the other party, but it would never let others slaughter and sit still;

The dark green coffin once again came from the sound of resentment raging, full of strong warnings and threats, not only sharp and piercing, extremely unpleasant, but also full of resentment and obsession, as if with some kind of strange and unpredictable demonic power, faintly, it seems to be able to affect other wandering spirits and wild ghosts;

"Little Tiger, this person is my first eye, you better stay on the side honestly, otherwise, I don't mind eating your soul and picking up your tiger skin to cushion my coffin!"

Hearing this, the Soul Eater Tiger turned his head to look at the motionless Forgetfulness, as if he was a little uneasy and swam a few steps in the void, and then as if he had made up some kind of determination, he grinned at the dark green coffin, and let out a series of angry roars, as if to announce his will not give up easily:

"Roaring ..."

The existence in the dark green coffin seemed to be enraged by the actions of the Soul Eater, and suddenly let out a series of screams like ghosts crying wolf, and the shrill voice was full of resentment, and resentment was raging, like a clarion call for war:

"Brute!

The Soul Eater Tiger stepped forward in the void without the slightest fear, without the slightest intention of retreating, but instead evaporated with a tragic momentum of life and death struggle around his body, and let out a crazy roar that shook thousands of miles, as if he was ready to fight to the death, just waiting for the existence in the dark green coffin to be sent to the door;

"Roar!"

Without waiting for the existence in the dark green coffin to speak again, Forget Mo seemed to be a little impatient to speak first, and shouted in a deep voice at the dark green coffin, his tone was as indifferent as a stranger, and he didn't seem to put the other party in his eyes:

"Stand down!"

Listening to such arrogant and domineering, cold and indifferent words of command, the Soul Eater Tiger, who was about to start a life-and-death struggle, and the unknown existence in the dark green coffin, seemed to turn their gaze to their unexpected forgetfulness at the same time, but for a while, it was eerily quiet, as depressing as the calm before the storm.