"Stop!"

An angry shout rose out of thin air, and it actually shook away the mana condensed by the Bodhi Patriarch.

The white tiger was about to secretly rejoice, when he turned his head and looked behind him, and suddenly there was a burst of excitement: "Oh my God! What the hell is this luck? It's another terrifying troll, and its strength far surpasses that of the Bodhi Patriarch. ”

The white tiger immediately ran desperately, and faded out of the connivance line of the Bodhi Patriarch in just a moment. On the giant tree behind the white tiger, a man appeared at some point, the man was dressed in a black robe, his long hair was diffused with a faint blood mist, and his right eye was a deep blood color, as if there was a pool of blood condensed in it, and it was cold and weird.

Seeing that the white tiger had disappeared, the Bodhi Patriarch was about to get angry, when he suddenly saw the man with blood-eyed eyes, he immediately changed his expression: "Mosquito Dao man, what are you?"

"Get out!"

A deep voice suddenly interrupted Patriarch Bodhi's words, and the blood-eyed man didn't look at him, just stared at the figure of the white tiger gradually moving away with a thoughtful look.

"But this is the only way for Buddhism to flourish!" Patriarch Bodhi seems to have said something.

The impatient look in the blood-eyed man's eyes flashed: "A doppelganger still dares to make noise?"

Airplanes!

A circle of blood suddenly radiated from the man's bloody eyes, reaching dozens of zhang, and above the blood curtain, thousands of hideous grimaces appeared, or groaning and crying, or rampage, or gloomy and cold, all of them pressed down towards the Bodhi Patriarch.

"Mosquito Dao people, I have a backstage, look at ......"

The Bodhi Patriarch asked for mercy, but the blood-eyed man turned a deaf ear, and before he finished speaking, he manipulated the blood curtain to attack the Bodhi Patriarch.

When the Bodhi Master was attacked, he immediately vomited blood and retreated, and the magic phantom was also shattered into thousands of pieces, and the whole person flew up and down like a broken kite, smashing straight to the ground, and when he got up, his robe was already broken, the blood was messy, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and there was no trace of the shape of the ancestor.

The Bodhi Patriarch couldn't take care of the white tiger anymore, and forcibly shrunk into inches, and finally glanced at the back of the white tiger leaving with fire in his eyes, and then looked at the gloomy blood-eyed man.

Suddenly, there was only one man with blood-eyed eyes left in the whole world, and the corner of the man's mouth suddenly showed a smile: "White Tiger? It's kind of interesting! ”

Immediately, a cloud of blood mist blinked and shrouded the bloody man's body, and after the blood mist dissipated, there was no trace of the man, and even the blood mist did not leave half a trace, as if there was no such person in heaven and earth.

The weather in early summer is like a child's face, and it is changing, before it was still a red sun and cloudless, but now it is full of dark clouds, and drizzles are scattered from time to time.

A drizzle of rain washed away the thick fog that had coiled around the valley for a long time, making the dim valley surprisingly bright. The ten thousand beasts that were lurking in the darkness seemed to be woken up by the sound of the rain, and they paused impatiently, shooting out a strange light in the darkness, and it was time to forage for food!

In the corner, a young man in a white robe with eyes and eyes was carefully hiding in a giant tree, the young man stared at the back of the tree with rapid breathing, a handsome face like jade was red, his long hair had already been scattered on his shoulders, and his white robe was also cracked, but he was holding the jade pendant in the palm of his hand.

There is a blooming white lotus on his chest, and his posture is undoubtedly the white tiger that escaped desperately before!

"Damn! Why did it suddenly rain, and I entered the foraging period of the valley ahead of schedule, and with my strength, I am afraid that I would have to die here after not walking a few steps, how is this good? ”

The white tiger looked around cautiously, and saw that there was no major problem for the time being, so he sat helplessly on the branch, and kept playing with the storage bag in his hand, his eyes turning at high speed like a whirlpool.

Through his eyes, the white tiger could clearly see everything within a radius of 100 meters, the mossy rocks, the wilting dead grass, and even the water droplets on the grass were as big as a car body. The sudden disaster made Bai He extremely weak, and he had to temporarily recover his body.

The white tiger knows very little about the Bodhi Patriarch, and has also read some strange books and anecdotes in the mortal world, but he has not gained much, and over time, he has diluted his thoughts, but when he thinks that he still has a jade pendant left by the six-eared macaque in his hand, the six-eared macaque who is good at listening to all things must know more widely than in the mortal world, and the white tiger's thoughts suddenly became active again.

"I hope something happens."

The white tiger took a deep breath, and with a flash of inspiration in his eyes, he probed the star sense, and since ancient times, he was born with three senses, namely divine consciousness and enlightenment.

Among them, the divine consciousness determines the potential and power of the spirit that people can use, even if thousands of gods and demons have been dead for many eras, but their obsession is not something that ordinary people can tame.

Only people with profound divine sense can cultivate supreme magic, but how can everyone have it, and there are a few people who can cultivate into immortals, and they are all sad to pass the Zhongzhi level!

As for the understanding and the right to know, even if the white tiger searches the intestines and scrapes the stomach, he has never heard of it, but he only half-understands it.

With the injection of the white tiger's mana, the pale blue and blue light of the private space of the Red Refining Demon King flashed, and he absorbed Xiao Yi's spiritual sense into the space.

The first thing that catches your eye is the layers of blue chaos, the space in the bag is not large, it is circular and has a radius of about two meters, and there are dozens of arm-thick Fa Yu standing in a corner in the small space, and the messy animal skins are piled all around.

The white tiger didn't look at any of this, his eyes searched around like a torch, and only when he saw the three jade boxes on top of the animal skins did his eyes light up.

"There it is!"

The white tiger exclaimed, Gu Jing Bubo's face was full of joy, and he took the jade box directly.

Although he had long known that the jade box contained the spells cultivated by the Red Lian Demon King, the white tiger still opened the jade box and confirmed it again and again, and only after making sure that it was correct, did he take a long breath.

"Huh! This is? ”

The white tiger carefully put away the jade box where the spell was stored, and was about to get up, but he happened to see the lonely large jade box on the side, and his heart suddenly moved.

Different from the jade box in the white tiger's arms, this jade box is blue-purple in color, and clusters of streamers swim on the body of the box, although it is placed in the space, there are still traces of mana fluctuations entwined in it.

"Listening to Bai He, the strength of the Red Refining Demon King has increased greatly recently, and it can be described as a thousand miles in a day, and the things that can be collected by him into the jade box must be the treasures of heaven and earth......"

After a moment of silence, the white tiger waved his hand, and the jade box turned into a streamer of light and flew towards the white tiger with a solemn face.

"Shhh It's so heavy! ”

The white tiger's slender ten fingers tightly clasped the lid of the box, desperately pulling the jade box, the green tendons on his face protruded, and from time to time the body burst out with the muffled sound of a thunderbolt, the white tiger was confident that this power could definitely pull hundreds of millions of catties, but in front of this huge force, the jade box did not even open a gap.

"Yikes!"

The white tiger's legs were deeply rooted in the ancient tree, and with a sudden force, the muscles of the whole body were tensed together, and his fingers clasped the jade box like eagle claws, but the jade box still did not move.

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