"Roar, roar, roar..."

The fierce tiger ghost mouth was wide open, and the four sharp claws scratched the ground frantically, in order to gain more momentum to bite Wu Yong.

The fangs of the white forest that are close at hand are enough to shatter the gold cracking stone. A strong fishy smell wafted out from the bloody mouth of the tiger ghost, which made Wu Yong feel sick.

Suddenly, Ling Ran's gaze locked on the empty white mask on the forehead of the colorful tiger. Nie Xiaoqian once said to Wu Yong that as long as the empty mask on the ghost's body was destroyed, it would hurt the ghost's life.

In vain, Wu Yong freed up one hand, stretched out two fingers, like sharp arrows, and viciously stabbed towards one of the scarlet eyes of the tiger ghost.

"Poof!"

Wu Yong's fingers seemed to pierce the tofu, and he was directly trapped in the eyes of the tiger's ghost.

"Whoa..."

After the eyes were hit hard, which made Meng Hu's ghost let out a painful howl, his huge body hurriedly fell back, shaking his head incessantly, in order to relieve the sharp pain of the piercing eye.

As the tiger ghost withdrew, the mountain-draining power blessed on Wu Yong's body also subsided like a tide.

Wu Yong breathed a long sigh of relief, shook the viscous lens on his fingers in disgust, straightened up with a sneer, and said, "You pounce and try again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will blind you in one eye again this time." ”

The shattered eyeballs, accompanied by dark red blood, overflowed from the tiger's eye sockets, and the shriveled eyeballs were pulled by several nerves, swaying on the tiger's cheeks, looking very disgusting.

The tiger ghost who had been pierced in the eyeball seemed to have been completely enraged, and the red hair on his whole body stood uprooted, and a low roar came out of his throat.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

Suddenly, I saw that the yellow ring suspended above the head of the tiger ghost was shining brightly and dazzling. Immediately, the tiger ghost opened its mouth like a bottomless pit, and vaguely, Wu Yong seemed to feel a chill from his previous actions.

Wu Yong was holding the boning knife tightly, and his whole body was tense, in case the tiger ghost was carrying out a surprise attack.

From within the bloody mouth of the tiger ghost, a dazzling spark loomed. In the blink of an eye, that small spark quickly bloomed, like a firework, turning into a blazing pillar of fire, clinging to the ground, and swept towards Wu Yong.

The tender green grass that emerged from the ground was instantly roasted into powder char by the blazing fire, turned to ashes, and disappeared in the breeze.

Compared to the attack speed of the Tiger Ghost, it is like a pillar of fire erupting from magma, which is obviously more violent and fast.

Seeing that the pillar of fire was gradually enlarged in his pupils, Wu Yong was already unable to avoid it. In a hurry, Wu Yong had no idea, and the wide boning knife in his hand was inserted upside down on the ground to resist the burning of the flames.

"Whew...

The pillar of fire slammed into the boning knife, and it was suddenly split into three pillars of fire. Among them, the most powerful pillar of fire was like a rolling wave, constantly impacting and licking the huge white blade.

There were also two smaller pillars of fire, which swept from both sides of the blade, burning Wu Yong's left and right cheeks, and the pain was unbearable.

"I'm rubbing, what's the situation, Nima also uses a plug-in." The rolling heat wave on his face made Wu Yong not even dare to open his eyes, so he had to keep complaining and venting in his heart.

Suddenly, Wu Yong found that the fire wave on the impact knife was rapidly receding. And the pillars of fire that erupted from both sides of his cheeks also quietly retreated like a mist.

Wu Yong realized that this was an excellent opportunity to fight back, and if he didn't seize this opportunity, he was afraid that it would be even more difficult to kill this fire-breathing tiger ghost.

Wu Yong secretly poked out half of his head and looked out at the movements of the tiger's ghost.

At this time, the scorching tongue of fire is like a long whale sucking water, and it is swallowed into the body by the tiger ghost. Seeing this, Wu Yong no longer hesitated. Years of fighting on the battlefield have made Wu Yong good at seizing every opportunity to fight back.

Quickly pull out the boning knife and throw it into the air. At the same time, the tiger ghost that devoured the pillar of fire did not give Wu Yong any respite, opened his bloody mouth, flew white claws as sharp as a knife, and pounced directly towards Wu Yong.

Wu Yong had long expected the next attack of the Tiger Ghost, and he was not shocked and as steady as Mount Tai, just when the two iron claws of the Tiger Ghost were less than a meter away from Wu Yong.

After raising his hand to catch the boning knife that fell from the air, Wu Yong fell suddenly, and the boning knife was accurately pierced into the hollow mask on the forehead of the tiger ghost.

"Click... Click..."

Like the sharp sound of a shell shattering, the hollow mask pierced by the boning knife continued to extend and crack along the blade, and in an instant, Bai Sensen's hollow mask had been torn apart, fell to the ground, and turned into a wisp of green smoke, drifting away.

As the hollow mask disappeared, the tiger ghosts, like dead flesh piled together, also began to disappear from the tiger's tail.

But when the tiger ghost disappeared completely, the golden ring suspended above the tiger ghost's head was magically preserved, and it fell to the ground weakly.

Seeing this, Wu Yong wiped the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and leaned over to pick up the ring, which was the size of a human head.

Weighing back and forth in his hand, Wu Yong felt that the golden ring was fluttering, as light as a feather, as if there was no trace of weight.

In a trance, Nie Xiaoqian's soul body flew out of the phalange relics and appeared in front of Wu Yong, frowning, staring at the golden ring in Wu Yong's hand.

"This spirit ring should be of the fire attribute, if you completely absorb the spirit ring, the soul power attribute of your first soul jade will be a jet of flames."

A jet of flame?

Wu Yong's face was dull, and when he thought that he would be able to spew out a pillar of fire when he opened his mouth in the future, just like the evil dragon in a Hollywood movie, Wu Yong couldn't help but shudder.

"Do you have to absorb this ring?" Wu Yong asked tentatively.

Nie Xiaoqian's face was solemn, and she said coquettishly: "Didn't I tell you that only by absorbing the soul ring, condensing your own soul jade, and matching the soul power attribute on the soul jade, can you release the greatest power." ”

Seeing Wu Yong's reluctance, Nie Xiaoqian pouted and said, "You also saw just now how powerful the power released by that tiger ghost is. ”

"But..." Wu Yong hesitated for a moment, then sneered: "Come on, let's go back and discuss this matter." I fought the tiger ghost just now, and I almost didn't get killed by him. Wu Yong hurriedly opened the topic, held his chest with one hand, and coughed violently a few times.

After that, Wu Yong put his soul power into his body, and the boning knife in his hand also dissipated. Looking at the distant sky, his belly was slightly white, and the bright moon was becoming more and more hollow, Wu Yong couldn't help but think of the hazy poem called "Midsummer Night".

"Sleep, sleep. The moon is the reincarnation of the sun, the day is the sorrow of the night, and even if it can't change everything, it is necessary to welcome the dawn of dawn. Wu Yong took a deep breath of fresh air and read aloud.