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Hearing the roar of the demon in his heart, Xuanwu was even more angry, that anger had turned into a raging anger burning in his heart, he was actually crazy enough to forcibly activate the sixth magic circle, and the price of forcibly activating the sixth magic circle in his current state was his own serious injury or even death, Qinglong and Suzaku also began to panic, if the final result today is that Xuanwu and Baihu are killed together, it will be a great loss to the four saints, Suzaku wanted to step forward to stop them from continuing to fight but was stopped by Qinglong.

"What are you doing?" asked Suzaku who saw Qinglong stop him.

"Perhaps this is an opportunity to reinvent our Four Saints. Qinglong said calmly, "Luo Tian's heart demon is deep and must not be able to become a white tiger, and Xuanwu seems to have entered the demon path, the heart demon is also not light, and his strength is far superior to ours, we can no longer let him continue to do whatever he wants, if this time the two of them can die together, then we can re-elect the Xuanwu White Tiger, and then the four saints can be reunited together, so as not to ruin the glory created by the ancestors." ”

Qinglong hit this idea, Suzaku thought about it and slowly retreated to Qinglong's side, she knew that Qinglong was right.

The sixth magic circle was about to open, Luo Tian definitely couldn't hold the stone mountain technique that reached the green level after increasing the strength again, it would be a terrible moment for the two of them to die together, but at this time, the wind and snow suddenly became bigger, in the strong wind and snow, Xuanwu suddenly felt that his body was very cold, that kind of cold was not penetrating from the outside to the inside, but a deep cold in his body, as if his blood was about to be frozen, he turned around in surprise and saw a person walking in the wind and snow, this is a strange person with a pair of white pupils.

His eyes are like pure white gems, which may be mistaken for blind, but these eyes represent the identity of the Snow Countryers and their special abilities, they can freeze people's blood.

Xuanwu was already on the verge of going crazy, and the heart demon gradually controlled his mind, and even did not hesitate to open the sixth magic circle to deal with Luo Tian at the cost of his own serious injury or even death, but the moment the deep cold in his body came, his body was immediately unable to move, and the blood began to coagulate gradually, which also made the hot-headed Xuanwu slowly calm down, Qinglong and Suzaku were also taken aback when they saw this, and at this time a person who caused a disturbance came out.

Xuanwu turned his head with difficulty and saw the person who was casting a spell on him, it was the storyteller he had met in Luo Tian in the small town of Snow Valley State.

The storyteller's own cultivation is not high, but he has the talent of the Snow Country, Xuanwu just put all his attention on Luo Tian's body, so he didn't notice the approaching storyteller behind him, but the storyteller's cultivation is low after all, he used all his aura and couldn't completely freeze Xuanwu, just delayed the time for him to make a move, Xuanwu felt that his blood was frozen, and at the moment he was about to kill the storyteller, he suddenly saw a figure in the heavy snow raised behind the storyteller, and the figure stood behind the storyteller, as if a huge white tiger was staring at Xuanwu, Xuanwu's heart jumped for no reason, there was a terrible guess that came to mind, and his crazy mind suddenly calmed down, and then a huge white tiger really walked out from behind the storyteller, Xuanwu was startled and took a few steps back, and at the same time, Qinglong and Suzaku also showed incredible expressions.

This is not a desolate beast but an illusion manifested by the first generation of white tigers, Xuanwu was shocked, and suddenly collected all the aura, and shouted with a solemn face: "Aren't you dead?"

The person he was talking about was the first generation of the White Tiger, but the huge white tiger illusion did not answer, but roared at Xuanwu, Xuanwu reacted quickly and actually ran away instead of fighting, breaking through the wind and snow to cast spells to build a huge wall behind him, he was afraid, because if the first generation of the White Tiger really didn't die, then he would definitely die today.

When the first generation of the White Tiger was alive, it was known as the crown of the Four Saints, the strongest killer in history, even today's Nangong Hua can't compare, but the most terrifying thing is whether the first generation of the White Tiger is really dead, it may be incredible, to this day there are still many people who feel that the first generation of the White Tiger is not dead, even after so many years, the country has been renewed I don't know how long, and the rivers and lakes have ebbed and flowed so many times, but there are still people who claim to have seen the first generation of the White Tiger.

Xuanwu chose to run away correctly, of course, not because he really felt that the first generation of the white tiger was still alive, he ran away because he thought that there might be some kind of power left by the first generation of white tiger here, even if he went crazy under the control of the demon, but at the moment of life and death, his reason still prevailed, in the face of the illusion of the first generation of the white tiger, he chose to dodge, the storyteller hurriedly closed his eyes, there was still blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, this was the first time in his life to use the power of his eyes, ordinary Snow Country people only have three opportunities in their lives to use the freezing ability of these eyes。

The illusion of the white tiger did not disappear, it walked step by step in front of Luo Tian, who was suppressed on the ground, Qinglong and Suzaku did not dare to move at this moment, because they did not know what would happen next.

The white tiger looked down at Luo Tian, under the pressure of the five-layer magic circle, Luo Tian, who was controlled by the demons, had already passed out, the white tiger emitted a strong light, and a figure seemed to change in the light, he bent down and gently grabbed Luo Tian's shoulder, and then Luo Tian's own will suddenly woke up, he seemed to have a nightmare, but after waking up, he felt that his body was seriously injured, he raised his head and saw a strange but shrouded face looking at himself, and before he could ask what was going on, the figure in the light disappeared, Luo Tian slowly slapped up from the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his back, the bones and muscles seemed to have been crushed, and the storm around him gradually subsidedLuo Tian looked at Qinglong and Suzaku in confusion and asked, "Did something happen?"

In the storyteller's farmhouse, Luo Tian knew the cause and effect from Qinglong's mouth.

"Why did you come to save me?" Luo Tian had no friendship with the storyteller, not even a friend who met in Pingshui, he was very curious why the storyteller wanted to save him, why he knew that they were in front of the mausoleum of the first White Tiger.

"You may not believe it, last night I saw a glowing person in my sleep walked into my room, he said that he is my ancestor, let me go to the mausoleum of the first generation of white tiger ancestors tomorrow to help you, I originally had a suspicious attitude to go to see, I never thought that you were really suppressed on the ground, in fact, I also hesitated for a long time, after all, I am not a master in the rivers and lakes, afraid of setting fire, but in the end I still shot, after all, there is the mausoleum of my ancestors, but it was destroyed so miserably, I am not all to save you, but I also want to export evil anger for my ancestors。 The storyteller spoke from his heart.

"Thank you anyway, by the way, you mean that the person in the light is the first generation of the White Tiger?" Luo Tian asked.

"Exactly, I saw his portrait when I was young, and he is exactly the same as in the portrait, it is rumored that the first white tiger subdued a white ice tiger in the snow-capped mountains of the north, and the white ice tiger guarded his mausoleum after his death until his death, and the white tiger is equivalent to the incarnation of the ancestors. The storyteller only knows so much, Luo Tian thanked him, and now owes him a favor, but his heart is still full of doubts, is it true that the first generation of white tigers is not dead, how old is it, at least a few thousand years old, what kind of cultivation is that, turning into a virtual realm, right?

Walking outside the house and seeing that Qinglong and Suzaku were still there, Luo Tian thought for a while and said, "Two seniors, I don't think I am qualified to be a white tiger." ”

Hearing Luo Tian's words, Suzaku, the old woman, suddenly walked to Luo Tian's side and then stretched out his hand to pick up Luo Tian's clothes, Luo Tian was shocked but when he stopped it, the clothes on his shoulders had been pulled away by Suzaku, and at this time Luo Tian found that he had another mark on his shoulder, not a tattoo but a red mark, and the pattern looked like an entrenched tiger.

"What kind of mark is this, how can it be on my body?" Luo Tian asked in surprise.