And Feng Na, who assisted Zhao Jingfeng, and those Xianlu real people who were watching the battle around were also greatly affected, everyone became sluggish at this moment, their brains stopped thinking, and the powerful shock wave contained in the huge howling sound had deeply shaken their souls, making them feel a wave of fear from the depths of their souls.

"Ahh

Chen Youliang due to the distance, when the howling sound came into his ears, the killing sound had been greatly weakened, but it only made him feel a headache, as if his soul was cut by life, if he was in a male position, when the distance from the howling sound was very close, I am afraid that his soul would be shattered like a male wither, and he would be directly destroyed

I saw that in the cave guarded by Zhao Jingfeng, a huge white tiger with a foot high and a length of three zhang held its head high, as if it was a king, and slowly walked out of it with the spirit of a king, and on the back of the white giant tiger, there was a pair of tightly closed snow-white wings, full of nobility and holiness, symbolizing the difference of the white tiger.

The white tiger walked out of the cave with a slow pace, its gaze directly locked on Chen Youliang, who was still several kilometers away, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

Chen Youliang struggled to stand up from the ground with a headache, stared blankly at the huge white tiger standing at the entrance of the cave, and immediately understood where the earth-shattering howl just now came from, and said in a trembling voice: "Up... Above... Ancient Beast ......" Sensing the strong murderous intent revealed from the white tiger's gaze, Chen Youliang's heart trembled, thinking of the power of the white tiger's roar, he was immediately frightened, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately took out the ancient jade pendant from his arms and shouted: "I abstain!"

As soon as Chen Youliang's words fell, a huge pillar of white light fell from the sky, enveloping Chen Youliang's body and disappearing.

Just when Chen Youliang's figure had just disappeared, the huge white tiger that was originally several kilometers away appeared strangely in the position where he was standing just now, and its sharp claws swept through with a powerful aura that seemed to be able to tear through space, but it pounced.

"Whew!" The white giant tiger raised its head to the sky and let out an earth-shattering roar, with an irrepressible anger in his voice, and immediately his body immediately jumped high, and he actually chased Chen Youliang, who was swept into the air by the white light, and vowed not to give up.

"Alas!"

At this moment, there was a helpless sigh in the sky, and then a huge palm quickly formed, covering the sky and covering the sky, as if it was a wall of heaven separating the giant tiger and Chen Youliang from the middle.

The white tiger slammed into the palm that blocked his way, and suddenly there was a sound like thunder, and the strong anti-shock force made the huge body of the white tiger bounce down directly, but the huge palm did not move at all, intact.

"Whew!" the white tiger let out a long roar, his eyes fierce and fierce, and he rushed towards the huge palm again.

However, after this block, Chen Youliang, who was caught in the white light, had disappeared into the holy space, and then the huge palm that blocked the white tiger also turned into nothingness and dissipated in the air, making the white tiger pounce.

The white tiger raised its head to the sky and let out an unwilling roar, the sound was earth-shattering, and the coercion belonging to the divine beasts emanated, making all the imprisoned seventh-order and eighth-order demons in the holy weapon space have solemn faces, and even the eyes of some seventh-order desolate demons revealed deep fear.

After a while, the white tiger gradually calmed down, his figure flashed, and he came to the big hole that was smashed by Zhao Jingfeng at an incredibly fast speed, and then the huge body shrank rapidly, and then dodged into the hole.

Soon, the white tiger walked out of the big cave with the unconscious Zhao Jingfeng in his mouth, and his sharp eyes glanced at the remaining Xianlu real people with a strong sense of threat, and then entered the cave opened by Zhao Jingfeng ** disappeared.

All the sixth-grade immortal dew real people in the field were trembling in their hearts at the glance of the white tiger, and their footsteps couldn't help but retreat a distance, their faces were pale, without a trace of blood, although the white tiger had just broken through to the sixth-order desolate demon, but the huge power even made those immortal dew real people suspect that they were facing a seventh-order desolate demon.

When everyone gradually calmed down, they immediately found that all the people who had fallen to the ground had died, and they were all speechless in shock, and then the fear of the huge white tiger in their hearts became more and more intense.

In the cave, Zhao Jingfeng was lying unconscious on the ground, and the little white tiger, whose body had shrunk to the size of one meter, was anxiously walking back and forth beside Zhao Jingfeng, and a low roar sounded from his mouth from time to time, as if he was worried about Zhao Jingfeng.

At this moment, the little white tiger stared, suddenly turned his head to look behind, and saw a middle-aged man in a white robe appear there silently.

The little white tiger's gaze suddenly became fierce, staring at the middle-aged man tightly, with a thick hostility in his eyes, and in the dark, it seemed to know that the person who had just transformed his huge palm to block him was the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man sighed lightly, his face was full of bitterness, his eyes looked at the little white tiger, and said: "Flying Emperor Tiger, the Venerable is seriously injured, although the Venerable is very strong, but it will take at least two or three days to recover from this injury, if there is my help, the Venerable will be able to wake up soon." As he spoke, the middle-aged man pointed his finger, and saw a source of immortal dew aura shooting out of his hand, directly drilling into Zhao Jingfeng's body.

The original power of this Immortal Dew Aura is the power that belongs to the holy weapon itself, and it belongs to the owner, which can only be used to heal others, but cannot be absorbed by others for their own use.

As a source power entered Zhao Jingfeng's body, the serious injuries on Zhao Jingfeng's body immediately recovered at an incredibly fast speed, in just a few breaths, all the internal organs that had turned into powder were restored as before, and then it took a few breaths to slowly regrow the broken bones of Zhao Jingfeng's body, and in just a dozen breaths, the injuries on Zhao Jingfeng's body were completely restored as before.

The origin power of the Immortal Dew Aura, and its healing effect is so powerful that it is by no means comparable to the Immortal Dew Aura.

As the injuries on his body recovered, Zhao Jingfeng, who had fallen into a coma, also woke up slowly, and the moment he opened his eyes, he immediately found a small white tiger that had become the size of an adult and a middle-aged man who had turned into a machine spirit.

The machine spirit immediately knelt down on one knee and said earnestly: "Please forgive me, because the little one has an ancient oath with Argenty, he must ensure the safety of every contestant in the Immortal Dew True Human Alliance, so he stopped the Flying Emperor Tiger from chasing that contestant, and the power of the previous Flying Emperor Tiger's roar has already made dozens of contestants annihilated, and it has already made the small one violate the ancient oath once, and it is definitely impossible to violate it a second time, because once this ancient oath is violated three times, the small one will dissipate its spiritual wisdom." ”

Zhao Jingfeng didn't care about the fact that the machine spirit helped those contestants escape, because he didn't feel that the machine spirit had done anything wrong, after all, it was the duty of the machine spirit to protect the safety of those contestants, and Xianlu real people were not everywhere like martial artists, not to mention that they couldn't afford to lose it at all.

Zhao Jingfeng stood up from the ground, carefully examined his body, and when he found that the injuries on his body had completely recovered as before, a trace of shock suddenly appeared in his heart.

Although he was unconscious before, he was clear about how serious the injuries on his body were, even with the terrifying self-healing ability of his Buddha's golden body, it would take at least a day or two to completely heal, and now he clearly felt that he was less than a cup of tea away from the injury, and the injuries in his body had recovered as before, which made Zhao Jingfeng feel a little unbelievable.

Even if it is a Seven-Rank Immortal Dew True Person, I am afraid that its healing effect will definitely not reach such a speed! After all, what he just suffered was a Martial Saint blow, if it weren't for the Buddha's golden body, if it weren't for the very strong defense of his body, I am afraid that it would be difficult for any Martial Venerable powerhouse to survive in the face of this blow, and even if he survived, I am afraid it would take years or even decades to heal.

At this time, in Zhao Jingfeng's mind, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to feel an incomparably pure Xianlu real person swimming in his body during the coma, which made his eyes light up, and he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Machine Spirit, could it be that the injuries on my body were healed by the origin power of Xianlu Aura?"

The machine spirit nodded and said: "Yes, Shangzun, just now it was the origin power of the holy weapon, but unfortunately it has been refined by the small one, and it can't be used by others at all, otherwise, the small one can help the Shangzun break through to the seventh-grade Immortal Dew True Person." Although the instrument spirit in this holy weapon space is like a god-like existence, but in the face of Zhao Jingfeng, the machine spirit is still full of fear and respect in his heart, although Zhao Jingfeng's strength is still very weak in his eyes, but he does not dare to have the slightest disrespect, because the machine spirit has been completely frightened by the golden and black double swords, and the person who can be called the master by the sword spirit of the golden and black double swords is not an ordinary person.

Zhao Jingfeng showed a look of disappointment in his eyes, and after saying a word of thanks to the machine spirit, the machine spirit left here.

Zhao Jingfeng stood up from the ground, looked at the little white tiger who had become a person tall with complicated eyes, with a deep joy in his eyes, and sighed, "Xiaobai, you are much more powerful now than before. ”

The little white tiger transformed into a one-man tall is indeed much more powerful than before, and his body is filled with a kingly atmosphere, as if he has been in a high position for a long time, commanding thousands of troops and horses, and is respected by the world.

"Woo woo ......" Xiao Bai let out a low roar from his mouth, and the huge tiger head rubbed on Zhao Jingfeng's face affectionately, although it had now become a sixth-order desolate demon, Zhao Jingfeng's position in its heart had not weakened at all, and it was full of dependence.

The current Xiaobai looked like a docile little sheep, completely different from the powerful beast that shook the souls of dozens of Xianlu real people with a roar and chased down Chen Youliang to fight against the machine spirit.

Zhao Jingfeng's eyes were full of softness when he looked at the little white tiger, although the time that the little white tiger followed him was not very often, only a few years, but Zhao Jingfeng almost watched the little white tiger grow from a young beast that couldn't even walk at the beginning, and slowly grew to the point where it is now, the depth of the relationship between them is as deep as father and son, and it is definitely as simple as people think.

Zhao Jingfeng stroked Xiao Bai's hairy tiger head, then took out a neat white robe from the storage ring and put it on himself, and said: "Xiao Bai, our mission here has not been completed, let's go out and get down to business first! Those achievements can't be given to others in vain." As he spoke, Zhao Jingfeng had already dressed and walked outside.

The little white tiger's huge body quickly became smaller, and soon became the size of a kitten again, and he jumped lightly, and landed firmly on Zhao Jingfeng's shoulder, lying there lazily.

Zhao Jingfeng smiled slightly, affectionately stroked the fist-sized head of the little white tiger, and had already walked out of the hole.

At this moment, less than a cup of tea has passed since Zhao Jingfeng was injured, and those immortal dew real people who were originally watching the excitement outside have not dispersed, and what has just happened whether it is Xiongku's launch of the Martial Saint's blow, or the roar of the ancient beast that shatters the souls of dozens of people, has caused a very strong impact on their hearts.

When Zhao Jingfeng's figure walked out of the cave ** and appeared in front of everyone's eyes, all the Xianlu real people gathered outside were shocked, and subconsciously retreated a distance, looking at Zhao Jingfeng as if he was looking at a monster, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Everyone couldn't believe that Zhao Jingfeng not only did not die after receiving the blow of the Martial Saint, but also recovered so quickly, the whole person looked as if nothing had happened, and it seemed that the blow of the Martial Saint did not hurt him at all.

"It's... What's going on, Zhao Yun was obviously seriously injured just now, even if he didn't die, it would never be easy, how could he recover so quickly. ”

At this moment, the same thought appeared in the hearts of all Xianlu real people, even Feng Na and Chen Zhiyi, who came from a distance, were shocked by this scene, but more eyes were focused on the little white tiger that had become the size of a kitten lying on Zhao Jingfeng's shoulder.

Especially looking at the docile appearance of the little white tiger on Zhao Jingfeng's shoulder, all the Xianlu real people in the field couldn't help but have a trace of jealousy and envy in their hearts, and sighed in their hearts that this Zhao Yun's blessing was profound, and the relationship between him and the ancient beast had reached such a deep level.

Zhao Jingfeng's eyes swept around, and soon froze on those white points of light floating in mid-air, these white points of light were the battle records collected by the Tyrant Family and those immortal dew real people who besieged Zhao Jingfeng, they were shocked by the power of the little white tiger's roar, and the battle records collected on their bodies naturally exploded, and the number was as large as thousands.

(End of chapter)