Seven days in a row.

Wang Hao stayed in the prison without sleep.

Day and night, not only to supervise the construction of the prison, but also to practice the four thousand jailers to cooperate with the combined attack formation.

Finally.

On the seventh day, the first to sixth floors of the prison were rebuilt, and even the cells were expanded.

The prohibitions are staggered, and the magic circle is shrouded.

The newly built T-Prison has become more impregnable and impregnable.

The four thousand old and new jailers were well-cultivated, and each of them was on high guard for fear of another death.

"Whew...... It's finally time to rest. Wang Hao relaxed.

With her arms open, Meimei stretched.

The bones crackled and made a sound like popping beans.

Handover tasks.

dragged his tired body back to his new house on the outskirts of the city.

"This time, I applied for a three-day vacation from Zhou Prison, just in time to study the secrets of Jinpeng's bones." Wang Hao said secretly.

Lying in the soft arms of Qingyu and other female ghosts, with their eyes closed, they enjoy it to the extreme.

Warm fragrance full of jade!

The night was full of spring and noise.

The next day.

Wang Hao walked out of the room full of energy and radiant.

Stand in the courtyard.

Open the storage bag and take out the bones of the golden-winged roc from it, and the golden rays flickered.

Break the seal.

Shout!

Under Wang Hao's gaze, like a wild horse that had escaped the reins, it turned into a golden ray and rushed towards the southwest.

Disappear into the sky.

Looked at.

Wang Hao was calm and composed, his body swayed, and his body was running to the extreme, following behind it unhurriedly.

From the capital all the way to the west, it became more and more desolate.

It took half a day to gallop thousands of miles to a majestic mountain range.

"White Tiger Mountain?" Wang Hao wondered.

Letting go of the golden peng skeleton in his hand again, it turned into a golden mang, hovering between a barren valley.

The next second.

Plunged straight into the ground, where no grass grows, and then disappeared.

"Underground?" Wang Hao whispered.

Consciousness locked.

Reluctantly, he took out the magic sword, slashed it out, and opened a passage on the ground to follow.

Gradually.

The soil underneath began to appear extremely hard basalt stones, indestructible, very hard, and it was difficult for ordinary God Transformation Realm masters to destroy these stones.

However.

It's everywhere here.

The sword shot as easily as cutting tofu.

All the way down.

Soon.

He dug out a wide passage and appeared in a burial chamber with a complex layout.

The aura of Gengjin permeates everywhere, like substance.

It makes people feel like a man on their backs, and it is very uncomfortable.

"Could this be the burial chamber of the Golden-winged Roc? It came here to want to return to its roots? Wang Hao guessed.

He used his divine sense to probe around, only to find that there were some prohibitions left in the tomb, blocking the power of his divine sense.

"Heavenly Demon is at ease, Heavenly Demon is at ease!"

Incarnate an illusory shadow, ignoring the prohibition of the tomb, and shuttling between reality and illusion.

In just half an hour, he had probed the entire tomb.

In the main burial chamber, there is a white tiger beast in the late stage of the Transformation God Realm, which is spreading its teeth and claws, struggling to attack a remnant soul in the coffin.

But the remnant soul has the forbidden protection left by the golden-winged roc, and is not afraid of the attack of the white tiger beast.

However, the white tiger was ferocious, and the attacks became more and more frequent each time, and the light of the prohibition dimmed every time he attacked.

At this level of attack, the support will collapse for half a day at most.

"White Tiger Saint Monarch?" Wang Hao's pupils shrank.

staring at the fierce white tiger in the distance, my heart sank.

Immediately after careful inspection, he found that although this White Tiger looked exactly the same as the White Tiger Saint Monarch, even if the aura it emitted was the same, their cultivation was far from the same.

Perhaps it was this remnant soul that was forced to summon the bones of the Golden Peng in order to resist the attack of the White Tiger.

Inside the main burial chamber.

The tiger vigorously attacked the remnant soul of Jinpeng in the coffin, and the fierce demon element was condensed on the tiger's claws, and every attack was done with all his might.

"This king advises you not to be ignorant, obediently give up resistance, let this king devour you, and I will become the new saint of Baihu Mountain. Otherwise, when this king breaks this broken coffin, you will suffer from the Nine Nether Fires and make you miserable. ”

Ever since he got the news that the White Tiger Holy Monarch had been seriously injured in the Great Xia Capital City seven days ago, his ambition could no longer be contained.

By chance, he found this big demon tomb, and his thoughts grew like weeds.

Out of control.

Break through the Merge Realm and become the king of White Tiger Mountain.

Fill somebody's shoes!

"There was still the breath of bones just now, why did it disappear at this time?" The remnant soul of Jinpeng was depressed.

Strive to control the power of nearby Gengjin to maintain the ban on the coffin.

If it weren't for the fact that he sensed the whereabouts of the bones half a month ago, he used a secret method to forcibly summon them, revealing his traces...... I never thought that my bones were not summoned, but instead caused a big trouble.

Fall into the jaws of the tiger!

"If you don't see the coffin, you don't cry...... See how long you can hold on! Tiger snorted coldly.

Tireless attack.

The golden sarcophagus gradually shattered, and the Gengjin demonic qi surrounding it passed quickly.

An hour later.

"Your time of death has come!" Tiger said excitedly.

Looking at the indestructible coffin in front of him, a crack appeared.

The demon qi of the two claws condensed, constantly absorbing the power of the majestic Gengjin nearby, turning into a pair of hundred-zhang giant claws, tearing the void, hideous and terrifying.

"Broken!"

Deliver the fatal blow!

Rumble!

The hundred-zhang giant claw slammed down, slamming down on the crack of the coffin, and let out an earth-shattering roar.

Deafening.

Click!

The crisp cracking sound quietly exploded in the tomb, and the coffin ban shattered in response, turning into a pile of rubble scattered all over the ground.

The remnant soul of the Golden Wings was instantly exposed to the air.

Seeing another tiger claw slap towards the remnant soul, a wisp of fierce sword qi shot from behind, destroying the terrifying and terrifying Optimus Giant Claw on the spot.

"Presumptuous! Who is standing in the way of this king? Tiger shouted angrily.

Turning to look at the dark part of the tomb, he was furious, his hair exploded, and he was extremely angry.

"Your grandfather is here!" Wang Hao said indifferently.

Slowly came out of the darkness, bathed in killing demonic energy, covering his appearance.

"Saint, Saint?!" Tiger was shocked.

His body trembled violently, his limbs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground with a bang.

Unexpectedly, the White Tiger Saint Monarch would appear at a critical moment.

Striding up to him.

Wang Hao's five fingers were slightly bent, and he captured the remnant soul of Jinpeng in front of him, controlling it in the palm of his hand, unable to move.

"No...... You are not a saint! Tiger said suddenly.

Angry!

Teng jumped up from the ground with a thud, and the evil wind rushed towards him.

The evil tiger descends the mountain!

"Noise!" Wang Hao said.

A backhand sword.

Thousands of swords filled the tomb, carrying the surrounding Gengjin Qi to produce terrifying power.

A sword fell, and before the tiger could pounce, its body hung in the air, split into two.

The scarlet viscera emitted heat and fell to the ground.

"Roar! No...... This king can't die, and this king hasn't become the holy king of Baihu Mountain. "Tiger struggled vigorously.

Half of his body moved quickly on the ground, sliding out a scarlet mark, and with his complete vitality, he did not die on the spot.

"There's no Saint Monarch down there, so I'll give you a ride." Wang Hao mended the knife.

The words fell.

A terrifying murderous storm overwhelmed him.

【Ding! Slay the White Tiger Beast of the Transformation God Realm, complete the epiphany, and obtain the 'White Tiger Heart-Digging Claw'! 】

A Yellow Order Exercise!

Put Hu Dali's corpse into a storage bag and don't waste any cultivation resources.

Thrifty.

Lowering his head, his attention fell on the remnant soul in his palm, and asked, "You summoned the bones of the Golden Peng here?" ”