The blood moon still hangs high, somewhere in Great Black Mountain.

I saw that it was as if some kind of devastating blow had been suffered within a hundred miles, and there was not a single grass growing within a hundred miles. All the ancient tree creatures were wiped out, but in such a place, there was a person lying on the ground, this person was not someone else Luo Hao who was unconscious because of the ancient corpse.

I don't know how long it took for Luo Hao, who was lying on the ground, to let out a moaning sound, and when Luo Hao woke up, he was also shocked by the scene in front of him, and then he shook his head and said: "What's the matter, how did I survive, what about that ancient corpse? How can there be no memory at all." Luo Hao tried hard to recall how he survived, but there was no reflection.

"Forget it, it's good to survive, the question is where am I in the Great Black Mountain!"

After getting up, Luo Hao was surprised to find that the serious injury he had been hit by the punch of the ancient corpse had been completely healed, although he was puzzled, but he knew that the most important thing at the moment was to find the way down the mountain, and Mengli was still waiting for him.

Subconsciously looked up, he found that the blood moon had not dispersed, so he was ready to find a safe place in the mountain first, and the morning was going down, after all, the danger in the mountain was unpredictable on such a night, and he didn't want to encounter a terrifying creature like an ancient corpse.

The martial artist sensed everything around him with his spiritual power, and the dark night obviously had little impact on Luo Hao. The terrain of the Great Black Mountain is difficult to figure out, and he ran around all the time before, and now Luo Hao can only take one step at a time.

The Great Black Mountain at night is like a devouring giant beast, and the roar of the beast enters Luo Hao's ears from all over the Great Black Mountain, and he can even clearly hear the sound of blood bursting and the roar of pain, this is the law of the jungle.

Now Luo Hao has gone through the edge of life and death because of the ancient corpse, and now he has drawn a line between himself and the original world, it can be said that now he has washed all his lead and has a tiger sniffing roses.

Walking alone in the Great Black Mountain, Luo Hao looked for a temporary place to stay and waited for dawn, the lair of the demon beast was undoubtedly the best place.

"That's you, Bloodstriped Tiger. ”

Luo Hao chose the lair of the Blood-Patterned Tiger, and at this moment he was waiting for an opportunity like a stalker in the night, and his opponent was a Blood-Patterned Tiger.

I saw that the blood-streaked tiger's hideous head was like a huge iron ball, its body was huge and nearly four meters, and the blood lines on its golden fur lingered like a spell, and under its thick limbs, there were claws like blades that flickered with cold light.

No one would doubt that anyone who dared to approach would die instantly under the claws. The body of the Blood-Patterned Tiger faintly exuded a strong blood, it was obvious that this Blood-Patterned Tiger had just fought with other demon beasts not long ago, but Luo Hao did not have the slightest intention of underestimating the enemy.

At the moment when the Blood-Patterned Tiger turned around, Luo Hao's eyes, who had been hiding on the side for a long time, flashed with fierce light, and his entire body suddenly burst towards the Blood-Patterned Tiger like a cannonball, leaving only a subtle sound of breaking wind in the air, and then a wild roar shocked all directions.

"The Tiger King worships the moon!"

The ruthless golden dragon power surged into the sky like a tornado, and a fierce tiger roar came out of the golden light, only to see a tiger palm of tens of zhang in the golden light mercilessly slap towards the blood-patterned tiger, the golden dragon power surged, and the tiger claws of dozens of zhang were incomparably powerful, and the void of the night was like a rag that was grabbed out of five deep claw marks.

"Bang!"

The tiger palm of dozens of zhang in size came quickly, not giving the blood tiger the slightest time to react, and with a sudden blow, the blood tiger let out a wail, and the whole body suddenly flew out upside down like a broken sack, and then slammed into the boulder next to the cave behind him, the boulder was shattered in an instant, and countless gravel flew out sideways, burying the blood tiger in it.

"Roar!"

A fierce tiger roar in the buried gravel made Luo Hao's heart stagnate, this is the real tiger roar, and the tiger roar in his last tiger trick is empty and invisible. Countless rubble exploded, and a blood-colored afterimage slapped towards Luo Hao with a claw of rolling killing intent, and the void where the claw passed vibrated and the air was torn apart in an instant.

"The Tiger King worships the moon!"

Luo Hao was bent on refining the Doomsday Tiger Technique, how could he retreat at this moment, the pale golden dragon power surged, and he saw a golden ocean like an ocean boiling behind him, if someone saw it, they would definitely be shocked that a martial artist with a heavy spirit actually had such a huge amount of spiritual power, which could be compared with a martial artist with six or seven heavy spirits, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, no one would believe it.

"Kill. ”

"Roar. ”

Luo Hao's black hair fluttered like a peerless killing god in the night, the sound of killing in his mouth shook the sky, the blood-patterned tiger roared like thunder, and the spirit of the king was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and the blood lines on his body faintly emitted a faint blood light.

"Bang!"

The tiger's palm was powerful and heavy, like ten thousand catties of divine iron, which was fiercely imprinted on Luo Hao's chest, and the chest suddenly sunken and made the sound of the sternum shattering, and the crisp sound of bone cracking made people's hearts numb in the empty Black Mountain.

"Poof!"

A blood-colored claw mark almost tore Luo Hao's body in half, the white bones were clear, and endless blood sprayed out, Luo Hao's body suddenly flew out like a kite with a broken string, and only stopped after breaking several ancient trees.

The Blood-Patterned Tiger would not show the slightest mercy to the intruders who broke into the territory, let alone Luo Hao actually dared to attack and kill it.

I saw a blood light disappear into the original ground, and the blood lines of the blood-streaked tiger's body seemed to be alive, and countless blood-colored lights splashed above his head and converged into a blood-colored cloud, and then a blood-colored tiger palm suppressed Luo Hao with a thunderous momentum from the blood-colored cloud, and the endless blood in the blood-colored tiger palm was disgusting.

"Kill!"

A killing sound like thunder sounded, and Luo Hao, who fell to the ground, stood up suddenly, the deep claw marks on his chest were still dripping blood, but his battle intent soared to the peak, his black hair fell down, and his eyes were like chaos-like darkness, and his eyes were like electricity, which shocked the heart of the blood-patterned tiger, and it seemed that anyone who was afraid of such a pair of eyes.

"The Tiger King worships the moon!"

The pale golden dragon power surged wildly into the sky, setting off a boundless golden wave, and two vague dragon heads faintly appeared behind him, and the essence of the ten directions surged like a galaxy pouring in.

Immediately, a quaint fist pierced everything, this punch was ordinary to the extreme, not the slightest complication, just a simple punch, but it was such a punch that made the blood-streaked tiger on the opposite side feel a threat of death.

"Roar!"

A heaven-shattering tiger roar sounded from behind Luo Hao, and suddenly a pair of eyes opened, those eyes were ancient, and they seemed to be able to see a vast scene unfolding behind Luo Hao like a picture scroll.

A round of silver moon, the moon flickered, a huge body to the immeasurable white tiger's eyes like electricity, seemed to penetrate time and space, only to see the white tiger look up at the moon, and then a tiger palm covered with golden runes seemed to jump out of the picture scroll, and Luo Hao's simple fist merged into one.

"Bang!"

The stars seemed to rise and fall in the fist, the nine stars trembled, the roar of the tiger was as deafening as the Sanskrit sound of the gods, the blood-patterned tiger was terrified, the blood-colored claws turned into nothingness under this punch, and the blood-colored cloud above its head was shattered by this punch.

"Poof!"

The quaint fist pierced through the head of the blood-patterned tiger in an instant, and the crystal white bones mixed with blood splattered out, and the blood-patterned tiger's tiger head was exploded alive.

The power of this punch is incomparable, it is unimaginable that even Luo Hao himself did not expect such a terrifying power. In fact, otherwise, if there is a martial artist with high strength, he will inevitably find that Luo Hao has actually reached the martial arts level with that punch just now.

In all martial arts, the comprehension of martial arts is divided into subtlety, martial arts, and soul. Most martial artists only stay at the elementary level of martial arts, and some can't even do it, which is a kind of sublimation of the state of mind and has little to do with cultivation.

Luo Hao's face was pale and covered his wounds, after all, the claws of the blood-streaked tiger were not tickling. Forcibly enduring the injury, Luo Hao cleaned up the corpse of the Blood-Striped Tiger, and after eliminating the smell of blood, he hid in the Blood-Tattooed Tiger's lair.

The nest was large and relatively dry, and the corners of the nest were littered with the white bones of humans and demon beasts, all of whom had apparently died at the hands of the Blood-Striped Tiger.

In the lair, Luo Hao sat cross-legged, his five hearts facing the sky, the double dragon was arrogant, and then the dragon roared in his body, and two vague dragon heads appeared, and the essence of the ten directions converged like a pillar of light poured into Luo Hao's heavenly spirit cover, and he felt that under the ground where he was sitting cross-legged, there was also a force of earth poured into his body. At the same time, the prototype of the spirit infant in the dantian was turning wildly, and countless golden mist poured into the vague spirit baby.

"Boom!"

There was a roar in the dantian, and Luo Hao suddenly felt that his whole body was light, and the claw marks on his chest seemed to have healed, leaving only faint traces, and the power was like a spring, like a tyrannosaurus full of explosive power.

"This is the fifth level of qi spirit, spanning four small realms in a row, great, my strength has finally risen again, and sure enough, fighting is the best cultivation method. Luo Hao was a little excited, his strength had finally been improved to the fifth level of qi spirit, with the dragon power cultivated by his double dragon proud world trick and the power of the last tiger trick, even if he was a martial artist of the eighth level of qi spirit, he dared to fight.

Throughout the night, Luo Hao spent the whole night in the lair consolidating the cultivation he had just improved, and never left the cave again. When the dawn appeared, Luo Hao got up and left the cave of the blood-patterned tiger, he had to go down the mountain as soon as possible to find Ah Li, leaving Ah Li alone in the broken temple and scared all night, he felt very guilty.

"Star Ghost Daoist, where to go?" A roar like a god broke the silence of dawn, Luo Hao subconsciously looked up and found that two streamers above the sky were chasing, and his gaze couldn't keep up with the speed at all.

"Boom!"

Countless dusty and two streamers landed violently, and they coincidentally fell to the place where Luo Hao and the Blood Striped Tiger fought last night, it was really a fight between immortals, mortals suffered, and when the dust dispersed, I saw two figures confronting each other.

One of them was a young man no more than twenty years old, his face was like white jade, his eyes were like stars, and his black hair floated along with a slender blue robe, and there was not a trace of dust on the robe.

On the other side was an old Taoist with unkempt hair, a shabby fiery red robe, holding a handful of sparse bearded floating dust, his face was full of wrinkles like folds, and his two deeply sunken eyes carried a cold fierce light, and a faint black mist rose around him at any time.

I only heard the old Daoist sneer: "I didn't expect that my Star Ghost Daoist would be cornered by a junior from your Tianhai Sect today. ”

The young man glanced at the tattered Taoist with a calm face: "Star Ghost Daoist, as long as you hand over the things of your family teacher, I will not embarrass you to let you go with my martial arts." ”

The young man's words were sonorous and powerful, and one could feel his rock-solid determination to martial arts.