Seeing that he was ready, Di Yun whispered, "Brother Tiger, please bear with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his hands suddenly raised, and his ten fingers kept trembling in the air. With the trembling of his fingers, countless black silk threads flew out of his fingertips and spread out in the air, at this time, Di Yun was like a monster with countless black threads, but his eyes were extremely pure.

Just when the entire hall was covered with these black silk threads, he suddenly shouted, and then all the black threads in the air suddenly straightened, and then the end of the black threads suddenly pierced the top of the white tiger's head.

The white tiger's originally bare head looked extremely funny as if he had become a hedgehog at this time, but his face suddenly became hideous, and his mouth kept hissing, obviously enduring great pain.

Hearing his voice, a trace of hesitation flashed in Di Yun's eyes, but then, his hands slapped the top of the white tiger's head, and then, all the black lines in the air surged wildly, and then all of them sank into the white tiger's head.

Suddenly, the top of the white tiger's head seemed to be covered with a black cover, and the surface of the cover was surging with black mist, constantly hovering around the white tiger's head. At the moment when Di Yun's hands fell, Bai Hu suddenly felt as if countless steel needles had been pierced into his head, the pain was unbearable, and even the aura in the sea of consciousness was absorbed in the blink of an eye, and he could no longer move. This pain made his mouth open unconsciously and roar madly.

But Di Yun's hands were not affected in the slightest, at the moment when these countless black lines pierced into the white tiger's brain, his hands slowly rose upward, and at the same time, white mist was pulled out of the white tiger's head by him, these are the ten thousand years of the white tiger's soul.

In fact, the method used by Di Yun was very simple, that is, to use his own strength to extract the divine soul in the White Tiger Consciousness Sea, and then use the demonic qi to infuse him. But the process is simple. It is very complicated and dangerous to do, if the caster's cultivation is a little weaker or a little distracted, then the white tiger will inevitably face a crippled soul or no soul at all. In this way, his cultivation will decline and his body will be disabled, and at worst, he will become an idiot and die.

Therefore, although Di Yun looked relaxed, the beads of sweat on his forehead were also rolling down, which was simply an incredible thing for a master of the Demon God Realm, and it also reflected the fear in his heart on the other hand.

His hands were raised extremely slowly. After a stick of incense, he lifted a distance of less than an inch, but it was this inch that had already consumed about thirty percent of the demonic qi in Di Yun's body. But Di Yun didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, his feet were wrong, and then his right foot kicked the ground hard, and the whole person flew into the air, but his hands still stayed in place.

At the moment when he flew up, the aura in the air suddenly surged madly towards Di Yun's body. In the blink of an eye, a white storm formed around him, and then slowly rotated, and as the storm turned faster and faster, Di Yun's hands raised suddenly accelerated.

This lasted for the sake of tea. Hearing Di Yun's low shout, the white storm suddenly stopped in the air, and then Di Yun's figure suddenly rose up, and his hands left the top of the white tiger's head. Grabbing something in the air one after another, a huge white tiger phantom appeared on his chest in a moment's effort. Roared at Di Yun.

Di Yun understood that this was the white tiger spirit in the white tiger's body, and he finally pulled it out, but if he let it dissipate like this, it would be too pity, his mind turned, and his hands made a few strange tricks, and one after another black rays shot out, wrapping around the white tiger's phantom, trapping it in the air.

Only then did he drop his figure, sat cross-legged behind the white tiger, pressed his palms on his vest, and the Nine Transformation Demon Blades in the sea of consciousness slowly rotated, and then streams of black mist frantically surged towards the white tiger's body. This is the second step, using demonic qi to infuse the white tiger's body, in order to let him regain the body of the demon race. Sure enough, as Di Yun continuously injected the demonic qi into the white tiger's body, the moans in his mouth gradually became low, replaced by the continuous clicking sound in his body. Di Yun understood that this was the reason why the demonic qi that had just entered his body was transforming his body.

After another half an hour, the demonic qi poured into the body tended to end, at this time, Di Yun's face was pale, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and even his originally ruddy lips were a little cracked, which was clearly a sign that the demonic qi was too overdrawn. But he didn't care about these at all, just when the demonic qi infusion was about to end, his left hand raised and grabbed it into the air, and the white tiger phantom who was imprisoned in the air suddenly let out a roar, and was immediately grabbed by Di Yun in his hand.

Di Yun's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and his left hand suddenly pressed on the white tiger's left arm, only to see that the huge white tiger phantom was integrated into the white tiger's left arm by Di Yun little by little, and after a while, a palm-sized tiger-shaped mark appeared on the white tiger's left arm, which was the original white tiger soul in his body.

He breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and then said loudly: "Brother Tiger, the final stage has come, and it is up to you what you can cultivate." ”

The white tiger in front of him nodded, signaling that he was ready.

Di Yun snorted softly, palmed his palms to the sky, and slowly stirred again, and at this moment, the Wanyue Demon Ancestor, who had been guarding outside the hall, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the hall behind him with a little surprise. As a master of the Demon Ancestor Realm, she clearly felt that Di Yun was absorbing the aura of heaven and earth around her, no, not only the surroundings, with the main rudder of Qianzhen Pavilion as the center, the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of 100,000 li had all surged towards here.

Seeing this scene, Wanyue Demon Ancestor couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly, Di Yun really made a lot of effort, this was obviously to absorb the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth, transform it into demonic qi through his demon god's body, and then inject it into the body of the white tiger, in this way, it is equivalent to the white tiger directly absorbing the purest demonic qi, and there must be a huge improvement in cultivation.

The Demon Ancestor Realm is certain, beginner, intermediate, or ...... High?

Thinking of this, Wanyue Demon Ancestor couldn't help but sneer, even if Di Yun rebelled against the sky, after all, the White Tiger was only a high-level Demon Saint Realm before, spanning four stages?

But there was also a trace of warmth in her heart, and she remembered the scene when Di Yun healed her that day, and directly helped him cross the two realms and advance to the Great Perfection of the Demon Ancestor Realm. This Di Yun treats his friends without hesitation, she knows him, it is really a blessing that she has cultivated for several lifetimes, and she is also secretly glad that although she hesitated at that time, she finally stood on Di Yun's side, otherwise it is really difficult to say what kind of scene it is today......

She had just thought of this, and a painful wail pulled her back from her memory, and she suddenly got up, wanting to break into the hall to see what was going on, but after thinking about it, she stopped again.

At this time, in the main hall, countless heaven and earth spiritual qi seeped in from outside the hall, fell on the top of Di Yun's head, and then submerged into it. After passing through his demon god body, it was transformed into pure demonic qi, which was then guided out of Di Yun's hands, and then entered the body of the white tiger. Although this process was not a burden for Di Yun, such a high-intensity and long-term transformation was a bit unbearable even with his cultivation in the Demon God Realm.

The face of the white tiger in front of him was full of calm, he himself was a descendant of the demon god, so naturally he would not have any rejection of these demonic qi, but his body absorbed the demonic qi and had the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

An hour of kung fu passed like this, and the heaven and earth aura that poured into the hall from the outside had all been transformed by Di Yun and injected into the body of the white tiger, and the hall at this time regained calm. And Di Yun slowly stood up, moved to the side and sat down cross-legged, and looked at the white tiger quietly.

There is only so much he can do for the White Tiger, and now it depends on the situation of the White Tiger's own advancement. At this time, a black eggshell-shaped light mask had already condensed outside the white tiger's body, and Di Yun knew that this was to automatically escape when the demonic qi was used to protect his body, so he was not the slightest surprised.

I saw that the white tiger's hands kept making various gestures, and his face twitched a few times from time to time, obviously transforming the demonic energy of the outside world into his own power little by little.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to hear the white tiger roar, and a black mountain peak phantom appeared above his head, which was his own natal magic treasure. This natal demon treasure will only be released when the demon clan advances to the demon ancestor realm, and then it will be refined and fused again. At this moment, only to hear the roar of the white tiger, the black mountain peak fell suddenly, directly into his body, and then the entire hall shook violently, and then, the rudder of the entire Qianzhen Pavilion kept trembling, and the mountain peak began to slowly crack. All the monks in the helm of the Thousand Treasures Pavilion swept into the air, looking in the direction of the main hall in horror, and began to discuss.

As soon as the Wanyue Demon Ancestor's body moved, he flew into the air and said sharply: "Silence, the White Tiger Pavilion Lord is in retreat and advanced, if there is any disturbance, there will be no forgiveness!"

Although they didn't know Wanyue, they knew that this woman was brought back by the Second Pavilion Master just now, and they also felt that this woman couldn't be provoked by themselves, so they were all Yirin, stopped in mid-air and didn't dare to make the slightest movement, and the original chaotic sound disappeared.

And just when everyone was quiet, they heard a loud noise in the middle of the main hall, and the entire hall collapsed. Wanyue Demon Ancestor's brows furrowed slightly, and he was about to go down to take a look, when he heard a long laugh coming from the middle of the main hall, and under the spatial fluctuations in the distance, two figures appeared in the air, one was Di Yun, and the other was the White Tiger.

The moment she saw the white tiger, Wanyue Demon Ancestor's eyes suddenly contracted: "Demon Ancestor Realm high-level! It turned out to be Demon Ancestor Realm high-level! This, how is this possible?" (To be continued......