The wind was full of power, but in a flash, all the tigers disappeared, the wind stopped, and the dense forest once again returned to its quietness, which became more and more eerie.

The tigers eventually turned into black gas and dissipated, and if there were no signs of a fight on the ground, it would have been thought that they had never appeared.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the jungle, and he looked ahead lightly: "Come out!" was still like a casual tone, but the murderous aura exuded by Feng Xi's whole body was even stronger.

A roar came from the depths of the forest, and then a monster with a tiger body and a human face, its fangs exposed, and its waist bent appeared, looking at Feng Xi with fierce eyes.

Feng Xi frowned: "Ghost, are you guilty!" As he spoke, the pale golden energy in his palm churned, and a faint gossip rune had already been generated in his palm.

The monster is a ghost, a kind of resentful spirit that has been bitten to death by a tiger, eats its flesh, and takes its soul.

All things have spirits, and whoever dies at the mouth of the beast will owe it to the beast. And the ghost is one of them. What they did to harm the beast in their lifetime was karma, and finally died in the mouth of the beast, and their souls could not be liberated, which is a kind of retribution in this world.

The ghost was the old man's son, and the couple were in a car accident and rolled from a mountain path into the woods. The wife died on the spot, but the husband was seriously injured in both legs and did not die.

At this time, a fierce tiger appeared, bit her husband to death, and ate his flesh and blood, controlling his soul.

It was a tiger demon with a clear mind, and he had been enslaving the ghosts to find food for him. And this ghost is being punished for fighting too many tigers in his previous life, and he died in the tiger's mouth.

The ghost's expression became more and more hideous, the exposed fangs shone with cold light, and his mouth opened and closed, and it was indeed a whisper that he couldn't understand.

But this speech can be understood, it is a ghost talk, and it only belongs to the language of ghosts. What the ghost said was nothing else, but that he hated, hated himself for being so painful, but no one came to save him, he could only kill people, and after killing a certain amount, the tiger demon would let him go.

Feng Xi snorted coldly: "Obsessed!" As he spoke, the gossip sigil in his palm slammed towards the ghost, as fast as lightning.

The ghost realized that it was too late to dodge, and Feng Xi's right palm slapped him on the forehead. The ghost let out a howl of pain, and a large amount of black resentment erupted from its body.

Feng Xi retreated, and the ghost clutched his head and howled in pain. At the center of his eyebrows, a golden gossip sigil shone with golden light, and black qi continued to emanate from the ghost's body.

Soon, the appearance of the ghost changed, and it became human, floating in the air in a trance, and stopped wailing.

The resentment dissipated, and Feng Xi immediately took out the black jade gourd, put the already normal ghost into it, and put away the gourd.

And Feng Xi had just finished doing this, when he saw Xia Xue stumbling over, still panting: "Uncle, why did you come here, go back quickly, help me take a look at that child!

Feng Xi frowned: "Why?"

Xia Xue hesitated a little: "I don't know, I have been fine before, but I suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed, and then I couldn't wake up no matter how I screamed, and my face was white and scary! Oh, uncle, hurry up, come back with me to see him!"

Feng Xi dodged and avoided Xia Xue: "Really?" Seeing Xia Xue's gaze become cold and abnormal, his tone was also very unkind.

Xia Xue was stunned: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Xi slowly raised his sword and pointed at Xia Xue: "I read that your cultivation is not easy, I wanted to spare you, but I didn't expect you to be so bold, you are really wild and untamable!"

Xia Xue was completely stunned, and her face was at a loss: "Uncle, what are you talking about?"

Feng Xi snorted coldly, and a faint golden light shone in his eyes: "Little charm, you also want to lie to me, you really want to be the Feng Clan?" As Feng Xi's voice fell, the ancient sword slashed through the sky and stabbed diagonally towards Xia Xue.

Xia Xue was startled, and immediately dodged away, the corners of her mouth widened, revealing a weird sneer: "Hmph, Feng Xi, you are really difficult to deal with!" Unlike before, this time, the voices made became sharp and harsh.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Xue's appearance changed and turned into a bewitching and evil woman. The woman is dressed in a tight red dress, exposed, kitsch, and her delicate figure is half-hidden and half-hidden, which makes people look bloody.

Feng Xi's eyebrows frowned, and he said in a cold voice: "Bold Tiger Demon, you want to charm me, you don't have that ability yet!" As he spoke, his wrist shook, the ancient sword trembled slightly, and a buzzing sword roar emitted, and a faint cold light emanated.

Between the sword blades wandering, they left a Dao sword shadow in the air, virtual and real, and they couldn't see where the true figure of the ancient sword was.

The ancient sword was like a spiritual snake, as fast as lightning, illusory and ethereal, attacking the woman, shrouding it in the shadow of the Dao sword.

The woman's hands gave birth to sharp nails, constantly colliding with the blade of the sword, making a crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting, and electric sparks flashed. Unexpectedly, he completely caught Feng Xi's attack, and his movements were as fast as lightning.

Feng Xi didn't seem to be angry because of this, and still kept attacking, getting faster and faster, and the offensive became more and more fierce. Sure enough, the woman began to mess up, unable to keep up with the speed of the wind, and wounds began to appear on her body and hands.

Bang, a violent collision, the two of them distanced, more than a dozen blood marks of different shades appeared on the woman's body, the red clothes were cut, barely hung on the body, covering important parts, but because of the breakage and crumbling, as if it would burst in the next moment, revealing the snow-white flesh that could not be covered.

The woman looked resentful at this time: "Uncle, you are so ruthless, people are so painful!"

Feng Xi still looked indifferent, unmoved, with the sword in his chest, a sword light slashed down.

The woman hurriedly resisted, but she couldn't resist it at all, she exclaimed, her body fell to the ground, there was another blood mark on her chest, and her clothes were completely torn, turned into rags, and scattered on the ground.

The woman covered her chest with her hands, naked and naked, sitting on the ground, her expression was sad, her eyes contained mist, and she looked at Feng Xi pitifully: "Uncle, spare your life!", timid, delicate, and begging for mercy in her bones, people can't help but feel pity.

Feng Xi paused, stopped moving, and looked into the woman's eyes.

A red light flashed in the woman's eyes, and her eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils, which was quite weird.

Feng Xi stood in place, motionless and looking into the woman's eyes, obviously confused.

The woman smiled, Yingying got up, twisted her soft waist like a water snake, came to Feng Xi, attached her hand to his chest, and smiled softly: "Brother Feng, you are so ruthless, it hurts so much in the chest!"