High in the sky, under the dark clouds, the little white tiger successfully survived the Ninefold Purple Sky Thunder Tribulation.

Surrounded by thunder and lightning, sparks shot out in all directions, the size of the little white tiger became sharply larger, and the aura was dozens of times stronger.

Suddenly, the little white tiger raised its head and roared, and the dark clouds dissipated.

The bright sunlight waved down, and the little white tiger's dusty white hair shone brightly.

"The aura belongs to me, the light comes from the sky, and the heavenly light spirit pillar."

Boom, the dazzling pillar of light bombarded Song Qingshan's body.

At the beginning of the tribulation, the little white tiger awakened the racial memory and comprehended the Tianguang Spirit Pillar.

The Heavenly Light Spirit Pillar bombarded Song Qingshan's body, and Song Qingshan quickly fell to the ground and was hammered into the ground.

The little white tiger knew that the Tianguang Spirit Pillar could not kill Song Qingshan, so he took Jinran and Su Jingtian to escape.

Before leaving, the little white tiger ordered all the demon beasts in the Spirit Realm Holy Land to hide in the shadows and stand still.

After the pillar of heavenly spirit light disappeared, Song Qingshan, who was not in a single strand, floated out from the depths of the earth.

"Hehe, Su Jinran, do you think you can escape from my palm?"

Song Qingshan waved his hand and put on a red blood robe, the bright red color was like blood flowing.

Song Qingshan followed the trail of the little white tiger, spanning tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of miles away, the little white tiger soared into the air to resist the wind, and hurried at full speed with anxiety.

"Sedum, if Song Qingshan catches up with us, I will stay and drag him, and you take the opportunity to leave with Immortal Venerable." The little white tiger sensed that Song Qingshan behind him was about to catch up with them, and arranged the aftermath in despair.

Su Jingtian opened his mouth, but Jin Ran spoke before him, "Don't worry, soon Song Qingshan will have no leisure to hunt us down." ”

Little White Tiger and Su Jingtian looked at Jin Ran.

Jin Ran explained, "You think I'll let Wen Huayu go easily? For Song Qingshan, who is enchanted, only by controlling Wen Huayu can I hold Song Qingshan steadily, how can I easily hand over Wen Huayu. ”

Sure enough, Song Qing, who was still chasing and killing Jin Ran like lightning at the previous moment, suddenly stopped.

"I'm going to catch you soon, Su Jing...... Well? I felt Hua Yu, Hua Yu seemed to be in pain. ”

Wen Huayu was Song Qingshan's only weakness, and seeing that he was about to catch up with the little white tiger, he immediately turned his head and left.

In response to the induction, Song Qingshan found Wen Huayu in a ruined temple in the deep mountains and old forests, among which there were seven or eight powerful black strong men, who were bandits in this mountain forest and made a living by robbing houses and houses.

"You guys." Song Qingshan's eyes were bloodshot, and with a pinch of his hand, seven or eight strong black men bloomed like fireworks.

Destroying the bodies of the black strong men, Song Qingshan did not let them go, and tortured their souls with the most cruel means.

"Immortal, we don't want it, we don't want it, she forced us."

"Really, Lord Immortal, our brothers are all family members, how dare we do it to the Immortal Gu. It was the fairy aunt who took us from the stockade and forcibly ...... us. ”

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became, Song Qingshan swallowed the souls of those black strong men in one gulp.

Looking at Wen Huayu, who was writhing on the ground and her face flushed, Song Qingshan was angry and pitiful.

In desperation, Song Qingshan picked up Wen Huayu, broke into the closest sect to this place, and selected one by one strong and beautiful male disciples, washed them and gave them to Wen Huayu.

One day, two days, three days...... Three months later, the beautiful male disciples of that sect were killed and wounded.

Seeing that the poison in Wen Huayu's body had not yet been unraveled, Song Qingshan went out every day to find a man for Wen Huayu.

More than half a year later, all the young men within a radius of 100,000 miles were tragically destroyed by Wen Huayu's hot hands.

The men are either dead or disabled, and Wen Huayu is not having a good time, her body is declining rapidly, like a delicate flower in the cold wind.

Wen Huayu eased up a little, crying and begging Song Qingshan to save her, she was fed up, she was fed up with this kind of thing, day and night, could she still have a good rest?

(End of chapter)