The mouth of the Thunder Tiger Beast spewed out a series of deadly thunder light, and among the thousands of masters who claimed to be able to resist this thunder light, there were definitely no more than twenty people, and the rest would immediately turn into flying ashes as long as they were directly hit by the thunder light. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo《

What twelve-petal golden lotus, what immortal dao master martial arts master, the result is the same.

Even if he was not directly hit, he was swept away by the aftermath of the thunder light, at least he was seriously injured, and the relatively weak cultivator could not escape death.

Almost a hundred breaths have passed, and the people in Mu Wangfu have already killed and injured nearly 100 people.

The ground did not dare to approach the Thunder Tiger Beast within ten feet, and from time to time someone in the air fell, the Thunder Tiger Beast was like a hunter with a shotgun, standing on the stone platform, and those masters in the air simply became a live target.

Those who were hit were immediately wiped out, and those who were swept fell into the abyss.

Wu Ming looked at it and secretly exclaimed a pity, you must know that those masters are holding very good treasures, especially the immortal Dao masters, who love treasures the most, but unfortunately, the treasures below the human Xuan level are completely unable to resist the natal thunder of the Thunder Tiger Beast.

However, such a high-intensity output is also a kind of consumption for the Thunder Tiger Beast, and Wu Ming can vaguely see that the thunder light on the Thunder Tiger Beast is also weakening little by little.

Wu Ming understands that Mu Wangfu is filled with human lives.

Looking at it coldly, the Thunder Tiger Beast had the upper hand, but the top masters of the Mu Wangfu had been waiting for the opportunity in the rear, and the great monk with the fifteen-petal golden lotus under his seat, the purple-robed man riding the black horse beast, and the old man riding the Xuanniu Beast did not move.

Time passed little by little, and Mu Wangfu fought the Thunder Tiger Beast at the cost of his life, making the Thunder Tiger Beast's strength weaken little by little.

About a quarter of an hour later, the so-called thousands of masters have been wiped out by the Thunder Tiger Beast, and those who can be seriously injured under the thunder of the Thunder Tiger Beast are already very lucky, and the remaining more than three hundred masters, although they are still struggling to support, but Wu Ming found that the distance between them and the Thunder Tiger Beast has increased from more than ten zhang at the beginning to dozens of zhang now.

However, the Thunder Tiger Beast on the stone platform is at least thirty percent weaker than it was at the beginning.

In addition, some wounds appeared on the Thunder Tiger Beast's body.

For the next period of time, the two sides confronted each other for a while, and then, with the roar of the purple-robed man, the remaining more than three hundred masters launched a fierce attack on the Thunder Tiger Beast again, and this time, those top masters who had not moved all this time also participated in the attack.

Suddenly, the situation began to reverse.

The great monk of the fifteen-petal golden lotus under the seat, a swastika seal was punched out, and he could withstand the thunder of the thunder tiger beast, and the purple-robed man, with a golden long knife in his hand, surrounded by golden light, the sword he sent out, could split the thunder of the thunder tiger beast, if it hit the thunder tiger beast, it would immediately open a big hole in the body of the thunder tiger beast.

However, the Thunder Tiger Beast has a beastly nature, and it does not retreat.

roared one after another, and Wu Ming was shocked when he saw it.

At this moment, Wu Ming wondered in his heart: "If you continue to fight like this, although the Thunder Tiger Beast is strong enough, I am afraid that it will definitely lose, but in this case, why does the Thunder Tiger Beast still fight to the death?" It stands to reason that the high-level demon beast has a wide range of intelligence, and it should know the truth of temporarily avoiding the edge, could it be that what is it guarding on the stone platform? ”

"Could it be that what the Thunder Tiger Beast is guarding is the high-level life source power of Fengqi Mountain?"

Wu Ming knew that his opportunity was coming, however, there was only one chance, just once.

But in the final analysis, if the Thunder Tiger Beast didn't leave the stone platform, he still didn't dare to go up rashly, even if the Thunder Tiger Beast was weak, it was not something that Wu Ming could fight against now.

In this way, Wu Ming has been anxiously waiting.

Another cup of tea time passed, suddenly, Wu Ming finally saw the Thunder Tiger Beast spread its wings and soared into the air, Wu Ming thought that the Thunder Tiger Beast was going to escape, but who knows, the Thunder Tiger Beast actually rushed to the front of the master of Mu Wangfu and continued to fight with the people of Mu Wangfu.

Until now, there are only forty or fifty of the thousands of masters in Mu Wangfu who are still fighting hard, of course, these forty or fifty people are the masters of the masters, which naturally includes the purple-robed people, the old way of riding the Xuanniu Beast, and the great monk who has fifteen petals of golden lotus under the seat.

Click!

The thunder light around the Thunder Tiger Beast was already quite dim, and the Xuan Thunder that erupted from its mouth was also much weaker than it, on the contrary, the only remaining masters of Mu Wangfu saw the opportunity, and the attack became more and more fierce and stronger, and it didn't take long for the Thunder Tiger Beast to be suppressed to death.

The Thunder Tiger Beast was surrounded by dozens of masters in the center.

At the moment, both sides basically feel a little unbearable, you know, the remaining dozens of masters were also injured by the Thunder Tiger Beast, including the three leaders were also injured in varying degrees of severity.

The two sides fought extremely fiercely in this battle.

For Wu Ming, the opportunity was in front of him, so he hurriedly rushed to the stone platform as fast as possible, in a short distance, Wu Ming's heart was pounding, there were dead corpses everywhere, the corpses of demon beasts and human corpses were mixed together, the blood flowed like a river, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air, as well as the smell of burnt fur.

The stone platform was completely covered with blood, and Wu Ming almost stepped on the blood and walked forward.

The top of Fengqi Mountain is relatively flat, the area is not very large, Wu Ming seized the time, stepped on the blood that gathered into a river and walked forward, about six or seven zhang away, suddenly, he found that there was a depression in front of him.

Curious, Wu Ming quietly approached the past, and he looked into the depression.

The depression is actually a big pit, this pit is about a zhang deep, and what makes Wu Ming extremely surprised is that at this moment, there is a plane tree growing in the pit.

You must know that most of the sycamore forests in Fengqi Mountain are concentrated in the range from the halfway up the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and the higher you go, the more scarce it becomes, so that at this height, it doesn't exist at all, but there is a tree growing alone on the peak.

Moreover, the sycamore tree can usually grow to a height of more than ten meters, but this one, Wu Ming took a look, he was afraid that it was not even two meters, and it grew in a deep pit, if it was not close, he could not even see that there was a tree in this pit.

What shocked Wu Ming even more was that the branches of this sycamore tree were surging with crimson streamers, and these streamers were surging in three directions towards the canopy.

"Could it be that this is Fengqi Mountain's high-level life source power?"

Wu Ming jumped directly into the deep pit with a dodge, and it was not until he entered the pit that Wu Ming vaguely felt that sure enough, the surging streamer on this tree was the life force, although it was not majestic, but it was very advanced.

The streamer on the sycamore tree was converging in three places, and vaguely, it condensed into three red beads the size of his thumb belly, Wu Ming was very surprised, with these red beads, Xiao Hei was saved.

Suddenly, at this time, Wu Ming found himself behind him, and there was a roar.

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