The white tiger sighed heavily.

"Apocalypse power, when is the time for you to truly return... Your descendants, believers, have waited for too long, too long..."

These begging-like words fell out of the mouth of the white tiger, making thousands of people feel a trace of sadness.

No one knows what he went through in the endless years. But now the only thing that can make him happy is that the heir of this hundred generations has finally arrived.

For him, for them, it was a moment of renewed hope.

The white tiger quietly brushed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, this looked like one of the five divine beasts of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone, and he didn't know how many unspeakable old things he recalled.

Bai Hu stabilized his mind, and then gently swept Murong's forehead with his sleeve.

"Huh?" Murong immediately woke up from his slumber and looked around. There was only a white-robed old man sitting on the side, but there was no strong man and the black mist that symbolized the existence of the shadow elder, and he was suddenly a little stunned.

"Senior, who are you, Senior White Tiger?" Murong asked the old man on the side with doubts.

"Murong, this is the true form of my human form. The old man replied calmly.

"What about Shadow Elder?" Murong was a little anxious.

"I sent him to the fairy realm, and he has more important things to do. The white tiger's eyes did not open, and he said lightly.

"Then, will he come back?" Murong heard the news of Elder Ying's departure, and his mood was a little dull for a while.

Although he is not related to him, he is his savior after all, a witness to his return to the Murong family, and a person who leads him to the path of cultivating immortals.

He led himself from a wasted person to the current Void Pill Realm; he allowed himself to have a magic tripod, thus changing the pattern of cultivation; he mocked himself from time to time, just to be able to guard against arrogance and rashness, and to truly become a strong person.

Now that he is gone, Murong also feels that he has lost a spiritual pillar in the true sense.

"He has more important things to do, and you, too, have a longer way to go. The white tiger comforted Murong. "Perhaps, one day when you reach the fairy world, there will be a chance to meet. ”

Murong Mu nodded solemnly, the emotion of loss had filled his entire brain, and Bai Hu's words were basically not listened to.

"Murong, what are you thinking?" Seeing that Murong was silent for a long time, the white tiger asked.

"No, nothing, just getting along for a while. Suddenly saying goodbye, I feel a little regretful. Murong shook his head.

"There is no end to the path of cultivating truth. In the same way, when you are in a different realm, you will also come into contact with different levels of people. Only if you can truly be strong to the top of the Five Realms, perhaps, there will be fewer regrets..."The White Tiger seemed to be full of emotion.

"Really, when I'm strong, will I have fewer regrets..."Murong looked up at the sky, trying not to let his tears fall.

"Senior, it's time to continue. I don't know how long it took, Murong suddenly said to the white tiger.

"Okay, go ahead. The white tiger finally opened his eyes, and his two pupils were black and white, which looked a little timid.

Not only that, but his right eye, the eyeball with black pupils, is actually a double pupil.

"By the way, don't you want to know why I incorporated mental attacks into my palms?" the white tiger pointed to the right eye of his eyes, "That's the answer. ”

Murong's originally dim eyes suddenly brightened up after hearing this, and looking at the white tiger's eyes, Murong Mao suddenly opened, "It's with spiritual power!"

Seeing that the white tiger smiled and nodded, Murong immediately had a slight understanding, but he directly lost his voice and movement.

Seeing this, the white tiger knew that Murong had directly entered the state of concentration.

The situation of cultivation is like this, if there is great guidance, the improvement of strength or the acquisition of opportunities will be relatively easy, and of course there are very few people and things like this.

He Xinyao had just returned from her sister's cemetery at this time, and with the assistance of Murong to complete her revenge, she immediately told Jiang Nan, who had passed away.

At the same time, she also received a call from Jiang Cheng. The other party told himself that he would attend the trial of the Liu family father and son the morning after tomorrow.

I was glad that these two bastards would be punished, but I was somewhat sorry that Jiang Cheng's call was not Murong.

He Xinyao patted her head, "What's wrong with me?..."

"It's done!" Murong shouted, causing the white tiger who was sitting quietly on the side to look sideways.

Murong patted his thigh excitedly. Just now, during his own meditation, he had completely comprehended the moves that the White Tiger had performed before, and even after fusing the Broken Stone Palm he had learned, he had a different taste.

"Senior, how about we play another game!" Murong suddenly became interested, and this interest was due to the confidence brought by the comprehension just now.

"Okay. The white tiger nodded in agreement.

The two of them instantly opened their stance, with Murong on the left and White Tiger on the right. White Tiger's posture is clearly telling Murong that you will attack, and I will defend.

Murong understood and immediately opened the secret method of the demon clan, which quickly increased the strength of his body several times.

After activating the blood of the evil beast Xiao Gu, his body suddenly turned red, and even his eyes were glowing with a trace of blood. Under the double bonus, Murong directly gathered the true qi of the whole body into his palm, "Sacrifice ugly!

A stone crushing palm roared straight towards the white tiger with a strange blood-red light, and at this moment, Murong urged his spiritual power to his eyes, "Soul shock!"

This is a natural skill that is directly obtained after activating Xiao Gu's blood, and it is essentially not much different from the Divine Concentration Technique that Murong learned before. But the only difference is that the effect of the Concentration Technique is at best able to suppress the opponent's actions, but the Soul Shock is able to do this while temporarily plunging the opponent into an illusion.

This illusion is the opponent's inner demon, the stronger the opponent's inner demon, the more ferocious the demon becomes. Many monks with weak mental strength would even die at the hands of their own demons.

Murong's blow perfectly concealed the soul shock in the crushing palm, which was also his most powerful blow so far.

"Yes, you passed. The white tiger swept the dust and flashed Murong's full force blow lightly.

"Huh?" Murong was a little incredulous when he saw that such a perfect palm of his hand had fallen.

"If I were a Void Pill Realm or even a Golden Pill Realm cultivator, I wouldn't be able to dodge this palm of yours. White Tiger smiled, "However, I have to give you a piece of advice..."

"Senior, you say!" Murong thought that his palm still had shortcomings, and hurriedly humbly asked for advice.

"In the future, when you fight with others, don't be stupid and shout out all your moves. White Tiger rolled his eyes at Murong, "How stupid is this, don't others just take precautions when they hear it?"

Murong was stunned, and the fights in his memory were all made by roaring out to increase the momentum.

"Senior, what is the last of the three things you said before?"

"Accept the legacy. Bai Hu looked at Murong and handed over a box.

Murong was a little in a trance, he was able to become the inheritor of the White Tiger after breaking through the White Tiger Tower, so there would definitely be clones of other divine beasts in this small world.

"Senior, this box is... Huh?" When Murong looked up, he suddenly found that the white tiger had disappeared.

It seems to be a wooden box that can no longer be ordinary, one foot square, one foot high.

When opened, all the items inside come into view.

Two cyan ceramic vases shaped like jade bottles, and a metacarpal bone that is supposed to be an animal.

Murong was a little distracted, and the white tiger gave him these few things, and before he could tell himself how to use them, he disappeared.

......

"Master, do you accept the inheritance of the White Tiger, the Messenger of Light?" Xiao Hei's voice suddenly remembered, startling Murong who was a little distracted.

"Of course I accept it!" Murong is not reserved, the hundreds of millions of cultivators of the White Tiger inheritance are all dreamed of, but of course he is disrespectful.

Before he could react, a silver light brought him directly out of the White Tiger Pagoda and returned to the ring space.

"Xiao Hei! this won't be the same as quenching the body, right?!" Murong suddenly remembered the experience of almost hanging up in Suzhou City last time, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Master, I will help you complete the inheritance. Rest assured, it won't be as painful as last time. Murong felt that Xiao Hei's voice and way of speaking were slightly different from before, but at this time, he was also concerned about the inheritance and ignored these little things.

He nodded, "Let's start now." ”

"Please drip blood on this metacarpal bone now. Murong himself was a little unable to do anything, so he ran directly to pick up the second dog and pricked it in his hand with its teeth.

It's also strange to say that his body is still in the activation of the secret method of the demon clan, and the previous quenching greatly increases the strength of his body, but the teeth of the second dog are easily pierced.

However, Ergou seemed to be a little scared of this, and after Murong put it down, he whined twice and ran away.

Suddenly felt a little cold in his right hand, and Murong thought it was because of the blood. Soon the bones of the entire right palm began to crack, and even the entire metacarpal bone, including the phalanges, was shattered into powder.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, although only the right hand was suffering from severe pain, but Murong's whole body was also exerting together.

Soon the cold sweat on his forehead began to flow down his neck, and gradually, his right hand began to lose sensation. Murong couldn't wait for all his facial features to exert force together, but the hand still seemed to be gone, and there was no reaction.

The metacarpal bones of the animal in the box suddenly rose out of thin air and fell straight towards his right hand.

The sharp animal phalanges cut directly through the skin of Murong's right hand. Murong opened his mouth, his face frightened and unloved. But it didn't stop things from happening.

Soon, the metacarpal bones of the animal, which were very mismatched in size, continued to shrink in his right hand until they exactly matched the size of Murong's right hand.