Chapter 115: Jiuli Bloodline

The tiger in Qin Feng's hand violently broke free from Qin Feng and floated into the air, frantically absorbing the surrounding undead energy, which is often referred to as dead qi. The crimson blade seemed to have blood "liquid" flowing, and the hideous tiger head on the calyx seemed to come to life, and the monstrous evil qi and boundless resentment crushed all the material in the surrounding zhangxu.

"It's ...... What is it...... Why...... will absorb my energy......" The necromancer's voice was very frightened at the moment.

Qin Feng motionlessly looked at the strange tiger spirit in mid-air, as if he had lost interest in everything around him, and only the tiger spirit was left in his eyes.

Suddenly, the tiger in mid-air stabbed in one direction in the woods, and all the trees in its path instantly withered and turned into ashes.

"Ah~~~" There was a scream from the necromancer in the night sky, and I saw the tiger spirit "inserted" obliquely on a tall object, and the black "color" energy spread from the tip of the knife upwards, and then it was swallowed up by the "swinging" blood light blade, and the dead air that permeated the surroundings gathered towards the tiger blade like a "tide" of water.

Finally, the tiger spirit red light, as if it was full, flew into the air and let out a soaring tiger roar, this long roar was like an invisible sharp knife to break the originally gloomy canopy, and the breath of the tyrant rolled up a huge energy to ravage the trees in the woods. It's just that those raging energies couldn't go any further when they encountered Qin Feng, as if they were blocked by something.

By the time the terrifying tiger roar was over, the entire forest was all fine except for the trees within a radius of one zhang where Qin Feng stood, and the rest of the trees and flowers were all twisted and shattered, covering the ground with a thick layer of ashes.

After the red light of the tiger blade faded, its true face was revealed. The blade that was originally four feet and four inches long is now almost six feet, and the "color" of the blade has also changed from the original dark red "color" to blood red "color", and the tiger head on the original calyx has doubled. There is a fierce and tyrannical atmosphere.

And what surprised Qin Feng the most was that the tiger spirit seemed to have come to life after absorbing the necromancer's death qi, and there were bursts of spiritual energy fluctuations from the sword body. This was only noticed by Qin Feng's unusually sensitive spiritual energy after he cultivated the **** of changing the heavens and the earth.

Qin Feng tried to release a trace of spiritual energy information to the Tiger Spirit Demon Knife, as soon as he came into contact with the Tiger Spirit Sword Body, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a huge blood-red whirlpool, and before he could react, the scene in front of him changed, and he found that he had actually appeared on a steep mountain cliff.

What surprised him even more. At the bottom of the cliff, it was densely packed with people, divided into two camps, black and yellow. The one on the left is honored by the yellow "color", led by a handsome middle-aged man in yellow, with a ruddy face, a full atrium, and three strands of black beard on the side of his mouth to double a mature charm, and the middle-aged man in yellow is followed by an army composed of some strong men of different races.

In contrast to the yellow "color" camp is the opposite black "color" camp. Compared with the 100 armies of the yellow "color" camp, the race of the black "color" camp appears monotonous and uniform, and the nine-foot tall giant man of the "color" is wearing a uniform black "color" armor and holding a large axe.

The leader of the black "color" camp is a black "color" man who is nearly two feet tall. There are two giant horns on his head, copper head and iron arms, and he is holding a blood-red "color" long knife that is nearly six feet long and very similar to the tiger spirit, and the crotch is more than two feet high. The black and white eye-catching white-fronted fanged giant tiger was more than seven feet long, with sharp fangs sticking out from the roof of the mouth, and the blood-red eyes revealed a hint of domineering and hideousness.

Just when Qin Feng wanted to take a closer look at the formation below, a war broke out between the two camps under the cliff.

As the main attacker, the black "color" camp did not pay attention to any formation and strategy, but directly tore and killed the yellow camp under the leadership of the main general, the black-armored giant, without any marching skills. It was completely relied on a natural ferocity and brute force to tear through the defense line of the yellow "color" camp.

Especially the black general who rode the giant tiger, there was no one in the place he passed, and a bloody knife crisscrossed the yellow camp and killed the person on his back on his horse.

At this time, the commander of the Yellow Battalion, the middle-aged man in yellow, also rode a dragon horse and held a long sword about four feet long to meet the main general of the Black side. The belly of the sword is engraved with twenty-eight nights, and the sword body is engraved with the sun, moon and stars on one side, and the mountains, rivers and plants are engraved on the other. On the hilt of the sword, the art of farming and animal husbandry is written. One side of the book, the strategy of unification in all seas. The cold light is four 'shots', which are not like things in the world.

The middle-aged man in yellow blocked the black-armored giant's knife. It was just a knife, but the price was that the tiger's mouth burst open, and Ryoma, who was sitting down, almost knelt down by the huge force.

The middle-aged man in yellow, who knew that he was invincible, hurriedly turned his horse's head and ran back, how could the black-armored giant let him escape, urged the white tiger under his crotch, left everyone behind, and chased after the middle-aged man in yellow.

The middle-aged man in yellow fled in a hurry, and the black-armored giant man chased after him, running away and chasing after him, and gradually left the battlefield.

Seeing that the black-armored giant man was about to catch up with the middle-aged man in yellow, suddenly there was a loud drum sound all around, and an alliance army composed of warriors of different races poured out from all directions, and the black pressed no less than 10,000 people.

The black-armored giant man was not afraid, and as soon as he slapped the white tiger under his crotch, he killed the alliance army.

Although the alliance army has the advantage in numbers, it is helpless that the black-armored giant is too powerful, since it can't stop him for half a point. Seeing that these soldiers of the alliance army were about to be killed by the black-armored man.

Suddenly, a golden dragon with wings on its back flew out from the east, biting the right hand of the black-armored giant, lifting the black-armored giant man from the tiger's back, and then some strange-looking figures flew out from the west, south, and north respectively, and restrained the black-armored giant's left hand, left leg and right leg.

The black-armored giant man struggled in mid-air and was about to break free, but he saw the middle-aged man in yellow swing the long sword in his hand and cut off the head of the black-armored giant.

Seeing the suffering of the master, the white "colored" giant tiger was full of grief and indignation for a while, and wanted to explode himself and die with the enemy, but was resisted by the five people in a joint hand, and the huge force tore the space, and the soul of the white tiger was sucked into the darkness by the space crack in the blood-red "color" long knife.

Before Qin Feng could recover from the shocking scene just now, the picture in front of him turned around, and he found that he actually appeared in a blood-red world, perhaps a blood-stained world, with mountains, water, and trees here. The grass, and even the sky were blood-red, and the boundless air of death and resentment filled the whole world.

There was no end to this blood-red world, Qin Feng didn't know how long he had been walking, and finally saw two different colors, white and black. The black man was the black-armored giant who had been decapitated in the battle just now, and he was sitting on the ground intact at the moment, as if he was asleep.

And that white "color" is the giant tiger who died just now. At this moment, it was lying under the legs of the black-armored giant, and there was a solemn longing all over its body.

"You're here......" A domineering and mournful voice reached Qin Feng's brain.

"Are you ......" Qin Feng looked at the white tiger lying on his stomach with some hesitation.

"I am the Tiger Spirit, and perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I am the soul of the Tiger Spirit. The white 'colored' giant tiger raised his head and looked at Qin Fengdao.

"So...... What is the matter with you asking me to come here?" Qin Feng had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with the white tiger and the black-armored giant, a feeling as if they were connected by blood.

"Yes, I think you feel it too, there seems to be a special connection between you and my master. So, I wanted to come to you to see if it was true. The white tiger stood up and walked to Qin Feng's side.

"How do you prove your idea?"

"Take a drop of blood and look at him. The big head of the white tiger leaned in front of Qin Feng and said.

Qin Feng didn't say a word. Biting one of his fingers, he dripped blood onto the black-armored giant's body, and when he landed, a burst of blood flashed from the black-armored giant's body, and the black-armored giant's body instantly decomposed into countless small particles. It quickly dissolved into Qin Feng's body.

"Jiuli bloodline?is it really Jiuli bloodline?how is it possible?How can there be Jiuli bloodline in this world?" Bai Hu muttered in disbelief as he looked at what was happening in front of him.

"Did I misunderstand what my master meant? The bloodline does not refer to the bloodline of the earthly body, but the mark on the imprint of life?"

Qin Feng only felt a huge burst of energy surging in from all over his body, and soon exceeded the limit that his body could bear, but that huge energy still showed no signs of stopping. Still swarming towards his body.

Pain, great pain, Qin Feng only felt that every cell in his body was broken, and then new cells were born, and then they were broken and regenerated into a new land...... In such a cycle, the endless pain almost made Qin Feng 'unconscious', but a refreshing feeling came up at this time. Qin Feng couldn't faint at all, the pain and the refreshing feeling hit Qin Feng's nerves alternately and repeatedly, and he heard the voice of the white tiger in a daze-

"Hey, the birdman's spiritual prohibition? or the kind that destroys souls? Che, I met my tiger god today, and said that I can't let you succeed, forget it, it's cheap you kid. Ay. I've completed my master's task, but I'm about to run out of energy I've managed to accumulate. Then when and when can I go out......"

Finally, Qin Feng came to his senses, only to feel a warm feeling rise all over his body, and was about to stretch his waist, when he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something heavy pressing on his feet.

Qin Feng took a closer look, but Catherine was asleep at his feet. The curved willow eyebrows were twisted gently, the small nose wrinkled slightly, Zhu Run's small mouth was tightly pursed, and the corners of his eyes were still hung with undried tears, as if he had encountered something troublesome in his dream.

Qin Feng and Catherine had been on the run in the mountains for more than a month, but they had never seen her look like such a child, and they couldn't help but have a prank thought.

Qin Feng was about to gently pinch Catherine's small nose, but he heard her whispering something in her sleep, and when she heard it, it was-

"Wind ...... Don't forget me...... Don't forget my ......"

Qin Feng's heart trembled, gently hugged Catherine, and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Girl, even if I forget myself, I will always remember you.