Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Hundred Tigers Shake the Mountain

Hundreds of tigers are raging, such as the evil river raging, or pounce, or cut, or grab, or throw, or roar, or roar, or lying, or jumping, or sudden, or devouring, ninety-nine optimus sky came out together, saw the wind turned into a big three, from the wind into the clouds, killing Tengteng, straight to take Qingpeng. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Within 500 miles, the sky and the earth have not recovered, the mountains and rivers are shaken, the strange wind is cloudy, and the thunderbolts sound from time to time.

Point the people in the sky, Nanguo Wuyi, against the strong wind, riding Qingpeng gallop.

"This ...... , the samurai realm, how can you make...?"

"How do I know!"

As he spoke, the Venerable Master struck the dragon whip with his feet and whipped Qingpeng tightly.

Seeing that he was about to catch up, Nanguo Wuya was busy showing the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the hundreds of rivers were knotted one by one, converging into the mighty and turbid rivers, occupying most of the day, and rolling towards the hundred tigers.

The man in the sky took the sword, turned into a long man, and was startled by a piece of gold, and the sword came first, with the posture of opening the sky, and slashed in front of the river.

The tigers fought wildly, the sword was broken by more than a dozen tigers with their bare hands, the river was rapid, and dozens of tigers drank dry, the two of them were both cracked, and when they saw that the hundred tigers would jump up, they abandoned Qingpeng in a panic.

With only three breaths and a wail, Qingpeng had already been torn to pieces, scrambling for food.

At this time, the two sect masters stood on the picture scroll and walked against the wind.

"This must be issued according to the law treasure and forbidden arts, it will never last long, just delay as much as possible!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Yes!"

That thing is only an inch big, look closely, it is actually a three-hanging bell, see the shining bronze color, one side is engraved fighting, ox, female, virtual, dangerous, room, wall seven nights; two sides paint mountains, rivers and plants; three sides mention the three words "mountain and river bell", cloth eighteen breast nails.

When the Venerable Master took it, he threw it up and shouted, "Hurry!"

The hanging bell is long with the wind, three feet, one zhang, three zhang, thirteen zhang, to be long to thirty-six zhang high, when the diameter is nine zhang, boom, the hanging bell falls, covers the two people, the sound falls steadily, the earthquake shakes, and the sound spreads for hundreds of miles.

Ninety-nine tigers saw it, each holding a fierce palm and sharp teeth, and slammed the mountain and river bells, which could be loud and majestic except for the thick and majestic sound, and the hanging bells stood steady like the eight winds.

When the two of them arrived, they took a few breaths in the bell, laid out their own mats, and crossed their knees.

"According to my estimate, the time limit of this martial art is difficult to exceed half an hour. "Nan Guo is endless.

"Oh, but why?" said the Celestial Man.

"Look closely, those tigers are different from before?"

The man in the sky looked at the mirror above his head, and saw that the momentum of the hundred tigers was much weaker than when he broke the ground, and he immediately said happily: "It is saved! If it is only half an hour, it is not difficult to hold on, and when the time comes, hum, see how to clean him up?"

During this meeting, Nan Guo Wuya only looked at the mountains and rivers clock, and muttered secretly: "In this way, the essence of the sky is ...... , still underestimated...!"

The two were talking, but they saw a young man in the distance, full of silver hair, terrifying eyes, riding a nine-foot tiger, majestic crossing, that white forehead ** eyes, all four claws are white, like frost, waiting for a roar, down to the ground.

Hundreds of tigers around the bell, keep fighting, but the mountains and rivers do not move, see the nine zhang biao, the group of tigers quiet, silent.

That Biao walked wide, carrying the enemy of Nie, jumped up and slapped it with a palm, the mountains and rivers bell shook heavily, almost overturned, and when the second palm arrived, the bell was about to fall, the Venerable Master was so shocked that he sweated, and he was busy digging out the soul nourishing bag, desperately pouring the soul-nourishing water on the bell wall, instantly, nourished, the bell was solid again, and sank a lot, and when the third palm arrived, the mountain and river bell actually resisted steadily.

The white-fronted ** eyes were furious, the giant palm was slapped down, the mountains and rivers swayed again, and after more than ten palms in a row, more than ten bags of soul-nourishing water had been consumed.

"This is a thing of meditation, how can there be?"

"Oops, is that a soul-made thing?" nodded to the Heavenly Master.

As he spoke, Biaohu pounced again, seeing that the mountains and rivers were about to fall, Nan Guo Wuya hurriedly opened his mouth, spit out a white bead of light, and shot into the wall, and in an instant, it was three points more stable than before.

"Okay...... Is this?"

"This is a talisman, forged from the soul and designed to defend against soul attacks, but it is a priceless treasure. "Nan Guo is endless.

Seeing that the Heavenly Master was stable, his heart was implemented again, and he said with a smile: "Brother Wuyan, no matter how expensive this bead is, how can it be as good as your life and mine!"

Hmph, vertical child, how long will he be horizontal?

Haha, look! The tigers are small again, and the murderous spirit is getting weaker!"

"Humph......"

Seeing that the hundred tigers outside the bell are getting smaller and smaller, the killing spirit is going to disperse, the wind and clouds are also over, the world seems to be regaining vision, gradually, the hundred tigers are weak, one end, one head is out of thin air, after ten breaths, there is only that Biao left, driving the Nie people and the enemy away.

"In my opinion, don't chase it first, wait for the night. "Point the Heavenly Man.

"Well, after this time, killing him is just like probing for something. "Nan Guo is endless.

However, he said that the enemy of Nie was annoyed, and this Hundred Tiger Zhenshan relied on the 'inheritance seal', hard work, and remnant soul of the auxiliary ministers of the White Tiger Palace, and urged and unsealed them together, and released the divine power of the white tiger blessed by the rotten silver. As soon as the inheritance seal is lost, the auxiliary ministers of this vein will be disqualified forever, and in the future, there will be no more branches in the White Tiger Palace. And the divine power of the white tiger in the vertebrae, after being unsealed and concurrent, there is only a trace left, and it will take a hundred years to recover, but I don't want to, everything will be blocked by the mountains and rivers.

Seeing that the tigers were chasing into the air, the Nie people were driving the enemy, pretending to escape, but they couldn't attract the two of them, so they had to turn back.

Zhong Nei, the man in the sky smiled: "Look at him again, I think I just wanted to earn you and me out!"

"Hmph, it's been half a moment, let's see how long it can last!"

"Haha...... Look at him for a while, how can he be eviled!"

"Hmph, little crumb, I broke the two kings!"

“......”

The two of them said that they were overjoyed when they saw that Nie was riding a tiger, surrounding mountains and rivers, and could not go up and down.

Nan Guo Wuya glanced at the Venerable Master, pointed to the bell and said with a smile: "Venerable Master, what kind of treasure is this? It can reach the Hundred Tiger Earthquake Mountain, I have never heard of it before!"

Listening, he smiled mysteriously, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, he touched his black beard, and said, "This is, point to the Cangchuang faction"

Before the words were finished, the Venerable Master's voice stopped, Nanguo Wuya stood stunned, seeing the changes outside, the hundred tigers reunited, and suddenly the ninety-nine tigers and the enemies of Na Biao and Na Nie joined forces, turning into a majestic and hideous white tiger!

Look at it a hundred zhang wide, angry eyes, bloody fangs, velvet white spots and black, full of majesty, the body is intimidating, the hand is holding the killing, and the big tail is facing the air.

The two suzerains suddenly felt bad, one wanted to take the armor, and the other wanted to take the things that escaped, but the mighty white tiger only roared at the mountains and rivers - the tiger roared the mountains and rivers, the sound spread for thousands of miles, and the wind was five hundred miles long, Xu Li wide, fan-shaped sound waves, along the way, the mountains and the soil cracked, the trees fell and the houses collapsed, the mountains and rivers swayed, became smaller, and became three inches large.

The white tiger has long been gone, and the remaining Nie enemy has fallen to the ground alone, the hair has turned black, and the rotten silver is at hand, and the silver is dull.

Shenwei, the killing has not dispersed, within five hundred miles, the killing is still up to the sky, a little, the strange wind is whistling, the dark clouds are raining, urgent, coarse, dense, and big, dripping for a long time, not long, it invaded the four fields, the mud muddy water is crossing, but it can't wash away the devastation of the mountain.