Yes, exhaustion, even with the blessing of speed, is the easiest way to exhaust the soul.

I feel like I need a good night's sleep, and the silly tiger needs a good night's sleep, and if it weren't for that monster, I would really choose to do that.

However, the same problem is that I can't help but believe in myself, so when my mind tells me to delay, I procrastinate, and this time I tell me to take the initiative to attack, and I take the initiative to attack!

So, without hesitation, I pounced, and I saw the cold light in the monster's eyes, this act of provocation, and the act of interfering with its magic, obviously provoked its great anger, and it gave me a terrible 'lesson'.

In the extremely fast fight just now, I fell to the ground fiercely, although I am in the state of the soul, I can't feel the pain of this fall, although I am the soul, I will not die because of being caught, because the flesh and blood are just manifestations, in fact, they are my soul power, and they have not hurt my soul core.

But if this continues, after the soul power is 'grasped' again and again and becomes weak, I really can't protect my soul core.

It's fast

Therefore, I began to feel sorry for the stupid tiger, but from the consciousness of the stupid tiger, there was still infinite trust, and there was not even a trace of doubt about my initiative to attack the behavior of 'looking for death'.

At this time, how much I hated my own incompetence at the same time, I also hated me for not being able to resist anything.

The monster circled above me for a moment, and then stopped, and it looked like it was going to cast a spell again, and as for what I knew about it, it was going to cast a spell, and I didn't know what it was.

I have never experienced a state where I feel like schizophrenia and at the same time strongly deny, yet dependent on my inexplicable will.

It is extremely painful mental torture.

But that thought kept telling me, stand up, keep attacking, if you don't want to die, now you need time, stand up, stand up and keep attacking.

I staggered to my feet, I don't know what the road is for, I subconsciously looked back at 'me' (stupid tiger), shocking!! The real shocking, huge, almost fifteen-meter body, I couldn't find a whole piece of good flesh more than a meter, it was all scars, dense scratches.

And there are more than a dozen places in the body that are cracked in the deepest places, and the white bones can be faintly seen, which is the place where the flesh and blood have been torn off! And the pair of majestic wings composed of countless small whirlpool winds also began to become scattered.

Actually, I felt it before, the speed of the stupid tiger has slowed down, but it is not so slow that it will let that monster attack like before.

I just think that the stupid tiger's repeated dodging has annoyed this monster, and it will choose to cast its own magic, otherwise, the most correct thing to do is not to delay with me, and finally wait for my spell to fail, and then take me down in one fell swoop?

However, I glanced at the monster and felt that its eyes were a little taboo, but its eyes fell on me who was sitting calmly? It doesn't taboo stupid tigers, taboo me? Supposedly, what does it taboo me? Magic? In fact, according to its ability, even if the thunder trick is helpless to take it, don't say that it is sure to use the speed to hurt me before the lightning strikes it, just say that it has no other countermeasures to press the bottom of the box, I don't know.

What does it taboo me for? However, I don't know what the road is? I took a look at the calm me, and I felt in my heart that the inexplicable aura that emanated would make people taboo.

Keep on the offensive, keep on the offensive and do this useless maneuver for what? Fighting is cruel, and I don't even need sympathy for myself in this action of turning back, I think a lot, but I am strongly reprimanded by my own will.

I have to admit that this rebuke is justified, the battle is meant to be, even you don't need sympathy for yourself in the battle to shed blood, pain, and even death in battle is a doomed result, what to do with that useless emotion?

But continue to attack? What's the difference between going on the offensive and sending them to death? A strong sense of guilt welled up in my heart, but it was still the silly tiger's unwavering trust, and I even felt that this way was like sacrificing the silly tiger and delaying time.

But again, I was too weak to resist and threw myself at the monster

'Boom' my soul fell to the ground again in the shock for my behavior, has completely angered that monster, I got the most painful lesson since the fight, this time I feel that my soul is about to disperse, I feel that the stupid tiger, the demon soul that has been with me for more than 30 years, is on the verge of collapse for the first time, because I have protected it well before.

My wind wings are about to disperse and I can't stand up, and the monster still stops this time and starts to cast spells non-stop, maybe this choice is because I don't want to play a chase game with me anymore, but I know it, and the bigger reason is because it taboos me, the one who sits cross-legged and doesn't know what I'm doing.

And I glanced at me weakly, and at the moment I was pinching a trick that looked mysterious and mysterious, because it was also me, and I had already realized in my heart that this trick was the reason for the rapid recovery of soul power, a trick that forcibly transformed the power of heaven and earth into my own soul power!

The price is that it will hurt the core of the soul, that is, the more the three souls and seven spirits are transformed, the greater the damage, and the reason for drinking that kind of wine is to make up for this damage.

That I am so calm, and I still have a faint disdain for myself in my heart, how much heaven and earth can I transform into soul power? Even if you bear the damage caused by the secret arts, you can't bear much, not to mention a pot of unsatisfactory tonic wine.

It's a good thing, but my own mind seems like something to be happy about at all, and I find that I hate myself a little, and all kinds of thoughts show how awkward I am.

I thought that the task of the stupid tiger would end here, but I didn't want to, and an unwavering thought popped up in my own heart, stand up, continue, attack!

For what? Why do I have such thoughts for myself, isn't this to kill the stupid tiger? Once again, there is a greater probability that the stupid tiger will only have one result, and that is - death!

I have a closer relationship with Silly Tiger than my own brother, why would I let Silly Tiger die? At this time, the rest of the wind wings was already a faint phantom, and it was scattered, and it looked worse than nothing.

At this time, I can already be sure that the monster casts a spell, which is only aimed at the one sitting cross-legged, as if it knows that the stupid tiger will desperately stop it, so that it can't hurt the cross-seated me, so it does not hesitate to use the spell to solve it at one time.

Sometimes, people have to trust the intuition of beasts, even if the one in front of them is a monster, it is also a beast, isn't it?

I didn't want to think about these messy things, but I subconsciously gave birth to a sense of resistance, and I thought that these messy things were just to divert my own unwavering will, and the will to attack.

But does that work? It's useless, the voice in your heart is like overlapping waves, one wave is stronger than another, attack, one wrong move is lost all over the game, what you want in the battle is just tactics, strength and persistence, any emotion is useless, dragging!

Go, go, go, I almost want to tear my eyes, but I really can't resist myself, I staggered to my feet again, and the will of the stupid tiger itself shows a kind of uncomplaining quiet.

My heart ached and almost dripped blood, but I still chose to pounce again, my speed was not fast, even a little faster than before condensing the wind wings, I pounced in front of the monster, my heart was dripping blood, I thought it was another stormy blow, I even saw the soul of the stupid tiger flying away, and my soul and will were helpless.

But this time the strange thing is that the monster didn't launch any attack on me, just let my tiger claws fall on its body, relative to the strength of its every attack, my tiger claws seem so soft, but they are breakthrough, leaving a little scar on its body for the first time!

Is there such a thing? I was amazed, but what reason should I not seize this opportunity? Once again, I raised my claws, endured the pain, and used almost all of my bite and sweep to attack the monster.

Under such an attack, even if it was stronger than me, it would inevitably be harmed, but just when I was overjoyed, the monster's eyes that had been closed suddenly opened.

Again, just as when it first appeared and attacked me, a strong sense of crisis suddenly erupted in my heart, and another crisis crisis broke out.

And I also think that this battle is probably coming to an end at this time!