The stream of blood dried up, and the corpses of tigers stretched into herds. In Mahal's eyes, such scenes are commonplace and not unusual. In the eyes of the spotted tiger, it is equivalent to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, because this is a sea of corpses and blood belonging to the clansmen. The bad news is in my heart, and the significance is no less than five thunders. The spotted tiger stood in place for a long time, his eyes lost his soul, and he was hollow.

Walking casually through the remnants of human tracks, Mehal found the abandoned and cheap flesh-cutting sword from the traces of the man-made bonfire, took out the long sword and held it in the palm of his hand, turned around and walked towards the spotted tiger.

"Peng!" "Peng!" "Click!" "Click!"

After the strange sound, the limbs of the spotted tiger were ruthlessly twisted and fell to the ground. The fierce heart-piercing pain invaded, and the bones seemed to be broken inch by inch, scattered and stabbed into the flesh layer. The pain of the invasion continued, and the needles pierced thousands of times. The strange pain made the spotted tiger can't help but let out a terrible and loud howl, as if he was thrown into purgatory and tortured.

"Take me to discover the land of the medium-grade Great Fruit Spirit Stone Crystal, I hope you don't need to remind you a second time. Mahal spoke coldly, and Sen's cold and ruthless gaze was fixed on the spotted tiger, with coldness and indifference, which made the tiger's heart palpitate.

"Peng!" "Click!"

Mahal raised his hand and picked up the spotted tiger bone. The restored spotted tiger's eyes were cloudy and changeable, and he staggered to his feet. Mehal sat cross-legged on it and walked coldly, and the spotted tiger, which was still immersed in the hollow, immediately strode towards the depths of the valley, but compared to before, there was a kind of deathly silence.

After the slaughter of his people, the Spotted Tiger is not the first, nor will it be the last.

McHal wasn't going to say much more and do more, what he cared about now was whether the treasure found by the Spotted Tiger was the first to be discovered. There were still many corpses in the depths of the valley, but the Spotted Tiger did not go to the deepest part. Halfway through, the spotted tiger turned around and came to an inconspicuous tiger's den cave and jumped in.

The inside of the tiger's den was empty, the road was cold, and there were traces of claw marks. The light was bright in the road, and as the spotted tiger walked around for a while, the eyes gradually brightened.

"Roar, roar!!"

At the moment of entering here, a milky tiger roar suddenly rose one after another.

"Roar!"

The spotted tiger was shocked, the tiger's head was raised, and it also let out a surprise tiger roar, and the two reflected each other.

Mahal didn't move, his gaze swept around. The ground is full of strange blue leaves, a dense branch and foliage, the dark blue towering vicissitudes of ancient trees support half of the stone cave, the body of the tree is knotted, and the roots of the tree are intricate. The leaves are beautiful, crystal clear. Around the ancient tree, there were a total of seven juvenile tigers of different colors, and they did not have any attack power.

As he turned, Mahal's pupils shrank.

A white tiger that was thin and shriveled into skin and bones was looking up from the side, his eyes were cloudy and calm, but the breath of the demon king-level volcano in his body was like destroying the world and the earth, and he wanted to be turbulent, and he was full of shocking vitality.

"Roar!"

The spotted tiger immediately stepped forward, glanced at the thin white tiger, roared a few times, and said something.

Soon, the aura power in the white tiger's body calmed down.

"Young man, I, the Tiger Clan, welcome you. The old man's kind voice came out of the mouth of the white tiger, and there was a kind of weirdness, "Demon beasts are naturally low-intelligent, and they can't think or speak. Unless you cultivate to the heavens, transcend the beast body. However, my tiger clan has some chances, 120,000 years ago, a strong man sat here, planted this psychic fruit tree with his own hands, 120,000 years down, several flowers bloomed and fell to bear some psychic fruits, I waited for the natural psychic after eating. ”

The white tiger can explain this thoroughly, and does not directly kill the killer, which seems to have proved good intentions.

"I know what you're here for, and I can satisfy you, human. Come with me. The old white tiger got up after speaking.

Walking towards the other end of the ancient tree, Mahal did not hesitate and strode up to follow. The white tiger walked slowly, and led Mehal to the wall at the other end, and with his gaze, Mahal vaguely saw a skeleton figure that had been embedded in the stone wall and became a fossil, and between the fingers of the dry bone fossil, a space-time inner ring flashed with a faint light, scorching and shining.

120,000 years ago, the world's strong people could not withstand the vicissitudes of life, and the world changed.

The stars have moved down, and this time and space ring can be immortalized and inherited to this day, which can be called a miracle.

"Every hundred years, this space-time inner ring will automatically drop out a spirit stone crystal. The old white tiger whispered, and his eyes turned to the fossil, "There are words under this foot, and judging from the dark traces, it should be carved by this strong man in 120,000 years." Human beings, if you can grasp this opportunity, even if you are destined, if not, you must not force it. ”

After the old white tiger finished his instructions like an elder, he turned his head and walked leisurely towards the other end of the tree, without stopping, clearly with the intention of avoiding.

Mahal withdrew his gaze and looked down to take in the blurred handwriting.

There are many kinds of handwriting depictions, all of which are in different languages, but only one is the lingua franca of the outside world today, which is also known to Mahal.

"Three knocks, you can get the inheritance!"

Nodding, you have to pass it on, and thank you, this is a matter of course. Yes, Mahal knelt on the ground and thumped. "Click!" After knocking and looking up, the original ghostly light was full of cracks in time and space, and Peng's voice exploded and dispersed. With a clang, a large piece of object fell out of the shattered space-time ring.

"Medium-grade Great Fruit Spirit Stone Crystal!" muttered Mehal.

With a wave of his hand and grasping it, the dazzling big fruit spirit stone crystals were thrown aside, and roughly calculated, there were five hundred. It wasn't until a bunch of large fruit spirit stone crystals were all lifted away that another strange item was revealed. Pure white round, the size of a palm, resembling a brooch, on which is engraved an ancient and mysterious word, but the function is unknown. This is the only thing other than the Great Fruit Spirit Stone Crystal.

Mahal treasured the pure white round.

120,000 years down, the vicissitudes of life.

It may be a little shabby for a world-strong man to have such a shallow background, but this is also reasonable.

There was no disappointment, and Mahal continued to sit still.

With the assistance of a large number of medium-grade large fruit spirit stone crystals, it was easy for Mehal to break through the last three big acupoints.

Without hesitation, holding a spirit stone crystal, Mehal began to fall into cultivation.

Twenty-six acupuncture points

Twenty-seven acupuncture points

"The dying Heavenly Demon King dares to bare his teeth, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The sound of unbridled laughter rumbled from the other end of the tree, followed by the roar of a tiger. The rumbling sound of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi brought by the use of the Soldier Killing Technique continued to echo, accompanied by shouts and shouts, directly interrupting the opportunity for Mahal to break through the twenty-eighth acupoint.

"Boom!"

The evil qi around Mehal's body skyrocketed, killing the two demon king-level demon beasts in a row, and the boundless tumbling and ferocious qi accumulated by countless spirit refining ninefold masters surged and spread, and the cold spread with the bursts of evil.