The sunset shone obliquely, and the afterglow fell on the woods, as if wearing a colorful glow coat.

Meng Xie walked in the forest, surrounded by towering trees with lush foliage, which could not illuminate the sunset at all, and it was pitch black.

Accustomed to the darkness, he walked lightly in it without making the slightest sound.

This is Squirrel Peak.

Halfway up the mountain, everything is going well with Meng Xie, and he hasn't met a ghost-clawed tiger so far.

According to Zhao Mu's guidance, Meng Xie finally came to the halfway up the mountain.

Sure enough, behind a few large trees, there was a very hidden cave.

The entrance to the cave was smooth and neat, like a knife cut, and there were faint flashes of light inside from time to time.

"This is it!"

As described by Zhao Mu, Meng Xie saw that there were no demon beasts around, and quickened his pace into the cave.

The cave was very dry, which made Meng Xie feel a little choked.

Along the winding and rugged cave, Meng Xie slowly walked towards the place where the light was getting brighter and brighter.

Before he knew it, he had come to the bottom of the cave.

The area in front of it is not too big, only two bedrooms in size.

In the center, a flame floats out of thin air, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

The flames turned blue-black, and when they burned, they didn't make any sound, which surprised Meng Xie.

This should be what Zhao Mu said, Nether Fire!

Netherfire, on the list of natal fires, ranks ninety-three, and belongs to the external natal fire.

Natal fire is divided into two types: external and internal, in fact, one is to gradually form the natal fire with the help of various magical flames between heaven and earth, and the other is the natal fire that is naturally formed in the body.

Nether fire is a type of external natal fire.

Zhao Mu asked Meng Xie to come this time, just to ask him to completely devour the Netherfire Fire!

Before coming, Zhao Mu told Meng Xie that the Netherfire belonged to the holy fire of the Ghost Claw Tiger Clan, and once it disappeared, the Ghost Claw Tiger Clan would definitely sense it.

Whether he can succeed or not depends on himself.

Looking at the Netherworld Fire, Meng Xie turned his heart sideways, he had come here, how could he return empty-handed.

And if he can't devour the Nether Fire this time, I'm afraid he won't have such a good chance in the future!

After making up his mind, Meng Xie took a few steps forward suddenly, pointed his fingers at the center of his eyebrows, and the invisible spiritual power suddenly swarmed out.

Wrapping the Netherfire layer by layer, Meng Xie could feel that the protection formed by the spiritual power was rapidly disappearing.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the Nether Fire can get out of trouble.

"Close!"

Meng Xie let out a low shout, and the Netherfire floating in the center changed from big to small, and swooped into Meng Xie's eyebrows.

At the same time, he resisted the feeling of swelling at the center of his brow, took out a disc, and threw it into the air.

The disc slipped above the stone cave, turned around a few times, and emitted a dazzling yellow light,

The light formed a transparent light shield, protecting Meng Xie from it.

This thing was given to him by Zhao Mu before he came, and it could withstand the attack of the Martial Monarch level for an hour.

An hour later, if he hadn't devoured the Nether Fire, he would have faced the wrath of the entire Devilclaw Tiger clan.

Time was pressing, Meng Xie was not wasting it at the moment, and hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to devour the Netherfire Fire.

In the center of his eyebrows, Meng Xie's white natal flame was already the size of a thumb cover.

found that in his territory, an unfamiliar flame suddenly came, and the white natal fire rushed up without saying a word.

The two are entangled, constantly merging with each other, causing the surrounding space to be turbulent.

Gritting his teeth, Meng Xie endured the sharp pain of wanting to be split in two, and let the sweat on his forehead flow, and he didn't say a word.

In a clearing at the top of Squirrel Peak, more than a dozen ghost-clawed tigers gathered together.

Sitting or lying, or pretending to sleep, most of the ghost-clawed tigers are resting.

In the direction of approaching the cliff, a relatively young ghost-clawed tiger looked excitedly at the prey in front of him, approaching step by step.

The ghost-clawed tiger had a scar on his forehead that had not yet healed, and he was staring at the little demon beast trembling in front of him cruelly and excitedly.

"Roar!"

With a low roar, the ghost-clawed tiger pounced, and the snow-white fangs penetrated the body of the demon beast in an instant, and blood suddenly spurted out.

The right paw pressed the whining little demon beast, and the ghost claw tiger shook its head slightly.

The little demon beast was suddenly torn apart, and it whimpered.

"Old eight, are you still angry and defeated at the hands of a human?"

An old ghost-clawed tiger slowly stepped forward from behind, with the word "king" faintly on his forehead.

"Of course, I don't have a suitable body, and when I become a human being, I must eat the human who dares to kick me away alive. ”

The old ghost-clawed tiger smiled faintly and comforted: "Don't worry, that existence said that in a few months, you can be divided into humans." ”

As he spoke, the old ghost-clawed tiger suddenly turned stiff, and suddenly shouted badly.

The ghost-clawed tiger called Lao Ba looked at each other in confusion, and he didn't know why he was so panicked.

"Oh no! someone is trying to steal the Nether Fire!"

As soon as the old ghost claw tiger said this, the old eight suddenly felt a thrill.

"The Netherfire is the one that the Lord has stored here to nourish, and if something goes wrong, I'm afraid that the Devil Claw Tiger Clan will be wiped out, and it won't be able to calm the anger of that Lord. ”

"Old eight, you take the other clansmen to take a look, and you must kill all the people in the future!"

The old ghost-clawed tiger gave an order.

Lao Ba roared angrily, rushed out, and disappeared into the vast forest.

The other ghost-clawed tigers, one after another, also chased down in the direction where the eighth disappeared.

In the cave, Meng Xie let out a roar, his body floated in the air strangely, and the black appearance made him uncomfortable, looking extremely weird.

At this time, the Nether Fire and Meng Xie's natal fire were on a par.

The white natal fire has been forced into a corner, and it is completely devoured from a distance.

"No way!"

Although Meng Xie couldn't speak or move, he knew everything about the situation in his body.

If he continues to look for this, I am afraid that after the natal fire is swallowed by the nether fire, he will become a completely wasted person.

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe in evil! If I can't do it once, I'll do it a hundred times, I think you're powerful, or am I powerful?!"

There was a roar of anger in his heart, and Meng Xie's white natal fire suddenly grew a lot, and once again rushed towards the Netherfire fire.

At this moment, blue-gray figures also came to the bottom of the cave.

The ghost-clawed tiger, who was called Lao Ba, saw Meng Xie's appearance, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with anger!

"Boy, it's you again! This time, I'll see how you run!

Lao Ba gave an order, and the ghost claw tigers behind him, without saying a word, flew towards the yellow light shield and crashed over!

The mask shook for a moment, and after a few moments it was back to its original form.

"Come again! Be sure to crash away before this kid devours the Nether Fire!" (To be continued.) )