Chapter 409: One Man and One Tiger

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The sound of the wind in his ears became more and more harsh, and Butian couldn't help but use his vitality to faintly resist the wind that could scrape the bones. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This cliff is really too high and too high, beyond Butian's imagination, he has been gliding for hundreds of breaths, and he has not yet landed.

Although the Yuan Qi Wings are against the sky, there is a flaw, that is, it needs a lot of Yuan Qi support, which is a very terrible consumption.

Fortunately, Butian has endless pills such as the Earth Spirit Pill and the Heavenly Spirit Pill, and he also has an incredible super secret method like "Melting God" that can eliminate all the impurities of the pill.

In addition, Butian also has exercises such as "Hundred Acupoints Singing" and "Thousand Acupoints Singing" that can absorb the spiritual power of the pill and the aura of heaven and earth to a large extent.

Therefore, even if the vitality wings consume the vitality very quickly, he can still faintly use it.

He was like a meteor across the sky, heading towards the infinitely dense verdant jungle.

Compared with Butian's luck, Sikong Sheng is much more unlucky!

Even if he is a super genius of the Holy Martial Pavilion, even if the Holy Martial Pavilion is one of the few super-first-class top forces on the Divine Wind Continent.

However, compared to Qi Tian, a reborn who has been thousands of years ahead of his time, his means are still lacking.

At the very least, he can't replenish his vitality quickly.

As a result, he became more and more unable to control his body.

The rapid accumulation of inertia made the speed at which his speed fell more and more amazingly.

"Damn !!"

After a long while, Sikong Sheng could barely open his eyes.

Because, as soon as he opened his eyes, the terrible wind pierced his eyes.

"Butian, if I don't die today, in the future, I want you to live better than die, I want you to be cut by a thousand knives, I want your soul to be wiped out, ahhhh......h

Sikong Sheng's hatred for Butian was indescribable, and he roared wildly.

Suddenly, he forcibly gathered all his vitality and stopped flying, he didn't dare to waste it anymore.

He filled his body with all his vitality, and he wanted to use it as a defensive armor, and he wanted to use it to resist the terrifying impact when he landed.

It's a little bit longer.

Rumble!!!

With that earth-shattering roar, the rocky ground below the towering cliff suddenly cracked.

The crack looked terrifying, more than a dozen meters long and a hand's wide.

And in the center of the crack, in a pit about four or five meters deep, there was an embarrassed figure that did not look like a person.

Commonplace!

Very, very confused!

He suspected that his head had been knocked open.

He couldn't move, only a faint breath remained, and his body was covered in blood.

"I ...... I...... I'm seriously injured!" Sikong Sheng's voice trembled.

Sikong Sheng didn't dare to move, he didn't have any vitality in his body now, so he could only slowly absorb the aura of heaven and earth and slowly recover.

"If you want to recover from such an injury, it may take at least three months, three months!" Sikong Sheng's heart twitched.

Although he is now in a near-death state, although the physical pain makes him unable to live, his thinking is still very clear.

He can feel the severity of his injuries and quickly determine how long it will take to recover.

So, Sikong Sheng's heart was very cold......

This boundless, primeval and dangerous jungle world was by no means a safe place, and it would now take him three months to fully recover.

What will I do for these three months? Will I be able to survive?

Sikong Sheng's only hope now was the other four people of the Holy Martial Pavilion, eager for them to quickly descend the cliff to find him.

As for Butian, the figure he couldn't wait to break his bones and scatter ashes was buried deep in his heart.

Not long after Sikong Sheng crashed into the rocky ground at the bottom of the cliff, it was about ten kilometers away from the cliff.

Butian finally glided and fell, he was not injured, except for the slight paleness of his face, everything else was fine.

After landing.

Butian took a big breath, and his eyes were looking in all directions, which was his sense of battle.

In any case, when you come to an unfamiliar environment, the first thing you need to do is observe your surroundings.

All around are towering trees, these trees are taller and bigger than Butian imagined, one by one, hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters.

The trunks of these trees are even more terrifying, and it is estimated that ten people will not be able to hold them.

The soil on the ground is not as damp as Butian imagined, on the contrary, the soil here is full of sand and is very soft.

Butian stood on the ground, and soon, his feet were completely sunk into the sand, and they continued to sink.

"Damn!! how can the land in this jungle be the same as the swamp?" Bu Tian scolded.

"So you have to be more careful, this kind of ground is not a good thing for human beings, you are not used to it, and once you fight, it will bring you great constraints. "Ten Thousand Tribulations said quickly.

"I have to recover first, adjust the state to the best!" Bu Tian said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he shifted his vitality under his feet, and then, with a flash of his body, turned into a white arrow, and catapulted towards the huge, unknown tree not far away.

If you want to rest, if you want to adjust, it is safest to be on the tall tree, and you don't have to watch out for monsters or worry about the swamp-like ground.

Sitting cross-legged on top of a tree trunk, Bu Tian didn't say a word, and fell directly into cultivation.

He got into the form very, very fast.

As for the surroundings, he asked Wan Tribulation to help keep an eye on it.

Of course, Butian has entered the Ten Thousand Tribulation Space.

The second layer of space has been opened, and cultivating in the Ten Thousand Tribulation Space, the difference in the passage of time and the difference in the concentration of spiritual energy can reach a thousand times the speed in total.

Such a speed, recovery, is too fast.

It only took more than half an hour for Butian to open his eyes, and his eyes were bright and bright.

"Step boy, what are you going to do now?" asked Wan Tribulation.

"Don't worry, I don't know anything now, I'm very blind, let's take a look at that scroll first!" Bu Tian smiled.

"That's right! The real person of the mixed yuan gave you a scroll!! "Wan Tribulation was also excited.

Butian took out the scroll and opened it slowly.

On the scroll, there is only one painting instead of the exercises, martial arts, or text prompts that Butian imagined, etc.

It's a man, a tiger.

The man, dressed in animal skin, still holding a long knife in his hand, his face was full of fierce momentum, and he was not afraid of the black tiger in front of him, which was more than ten meters long.

People and tigers look at each other!

"What does this mean?" asked Wan Tribulation.

"One person and one tiger look at each other, people want to kill tigers, tigers want to eat people......" Butian muttered to himself.

(To be continued.) )