The winged tiger hovered under the surging dark clouds, as if imprisoned in it. Dark clouds resounded with palpitating thunder, lightning loomed in the clouds, the rain fell rapidly, and the wind became more and more bitter.

They marched forward in the face of the wind and rain, and Xuan Yifan asked, "Li, what will happen to this Jiaofanghu after it crosses the catastrophe?"

Li Shuiqing wiped a handful of water from his face and said: "There are only three situations for crossing the tribulation, one is to break through the shackles of the realm that we can't break through, the second is to break through the shackles of our own body, and the third is to cultivate anti-heaven exercises or spells, no matter which one is dangerous for us."

A series of thunder in the dark clouds made their eardrums ache, and they covered their ears with their hands. A barrage of lightning dazzled their eyes, and their legs stopped their steps.

When the eardrum is no longer painful, you can hear the screams of the Jiao-winged Tiger, and when the eyes are no longer white, you can see that there are large pieces of charred black on the Jiao-winged Tiger's silver-white body, and Xuan Yifan can even see the slightest red blood in the cracks of the charred black skin.

The winged tiger roared at the clouds. Another bolt of lightning came down from the dark clouds, and the winged tiger resisted, and a golden light erupted from its mouth and met it head-on. The lightning bolt was like snow melting into the sun.

A series of lightning bolts from the dark clouds melted with golden light, and the winged tiger let out a series of short laughs at the dark clouds: "Ho ho ho ho haha......"

The dark clouds paused slightly, and began to shrink suddenly, and the dark clouds turned into black clouds, and the thunder and lightning in the black clouds were dark blue. The winged tiger immediately stopped laughing, and a bolt of lightning struck the golden light, and with a crisp sound, the golden light disappeared, and the lightning slashed the winged tiger with all its remaining strength.

The winged tiger let out a wail, its body fell, and it swayed and rose again, and its wings appeared densely burrowed.

As soon as the thunder sounded, another lightning bolt struck, and the winged tiger faced the blow and unfolded a pattern, which was formed by two fish in their arms with black eyes and white bodies and white eyes and black bodies.

As soon as the winged tiger unfolded the painting, the fish took out of the drawing paper and began to spin and swim on the top of the tiger's head, and disappeared instantly after the lightning strike.

In addition to Xuan Yifan, the three people who knew this thing exclaimed almost at the same time: "Tai Chi!"

Li Shuiqing then shouted: "Hurry up!"

The winged tiger's mouth sprayed a blue beam of light and injected it into the Tai Chi, which rapidly swelled and formed a barrier above the head.

The black cloud was so angry that it struck a series of lightning bolts, and then fell silent, and the tumbling black clouds were like a tumbling black river, and there was no color in sight, only the rumbling thunder could be heard.

The winged tiger palpitated. The black clouds suddenly stopped rolling, and even the thunder disappeared. In the constricted pupils of the winged tiger, a little, two, three o'clock lit up in the black clouds...... Thousands of blue rays.

With a crisp sound of "boom", thousands of blue lights turned into arrows and shot together, Taiji caught these thousands of light arrows steadily, just like an umbrella blocking the rain, but the winged tiger was not easy, and the blue beam in his mouth had shrunk.

As soon as the thousands of light arrows were finished, a thunderous roar sounded, and at the same moment as the sound, a red lightning bolt instantly slashed, and Taiji only lasted for a few seconds before it was destroyed due to the lack of energy of the Jiao Winged Tiger. The Red Lightning did not have enough power to melt the Winged Tiger into the lightning. The winged tiger let out the loudest wail.

The lightning finally disappeared, and the black clouds faded, leaving behind a starry night and a scorched black earth. There was a dead silence.

There was a sound in the dead silence of the earth, like the sound of someone picking up the dirt. The sound is soft and rhythmic.

"Sand ...... Sand...... Sand ......"

The sound stopped, a blackened and fingerless three-fingered claw stretched out from the deep pit of the earth and grabbed the edge, a clawless forelimb pressed the edge, and a head so black that only the whites of the eyes could be seen stretched out, looked up at the sky for a while, and then fluttered and twisted up.

Revealing a skeleton-only pair of wings, fingerless claws, and a tailless body. The winged tiger roared at the sky: "Roar! Hoo! Hoo! ”

After roaring, it shook its head and observed for a while, and the stars in the night shimmered, allowing it to distinguish the direction of the nest, and the tiger limped towards its nest.

It hadn't walked since it could fly, but it believed that no creature in the Three Demons and Two Mountains dared to walk the path it had walked, so when it saw footprints by starlight and smelled other scents with its nose, it was stunned for a moment, and then it was furious, staggered back to the lair, saw the intruder, and roared in the face of the intruder.

"Roar—"

Xuan Yifan was the first to rush into the lair amid thunder and roars, and as soon as he rushed in, he shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the bright and wide lair: "Little demon—where are you—"

Entering the depths of the nest, there was a slight sound from the depths, and Xuan Yifan rushed into the depths of the nest without caring about what the three of them told him.

At the end of the depths of the nest was an intricately carved silver door ten meters high and seven meters wide, and the silver door had a pair of gold rings that could fit into the head of a normal person, and the silver door and the gold ring were glittered by the pearls inlaid on both sides of the wall.

Xuan Yifan was about to pull the door knocker, but a hand grabbed him, Li Shuiqing gasped slightly and said, "Wait a minute."

Xuan Yifan grabbed his hand with his other hand and roared, "What are you waiting for the little demon to wait for, waiting for him to die?!"

Li Shuiqing stopped him with his other hand, and shouted: "I said let you wait!" After yelling, push hard!

Xuan Yifan was suddenly pushed by this and fell directly on his back. Seeing this, Li Shuiqing immediately said, "I didn't mean it...... I didn't expect you to ......," he said and was about to help him.

The fire in Xuan Yifan's heart flowed with the pain, and he jumped up violently and pounced directly on Li Shuiqing. Li Shuiqing was directly knocked down, Li Shuiqing couldn't care about the pain in his body, and looked at Xuan Yifan in front of him in a daze and raised his fist to hit him.

Two crunchs, plus an exclamation. Wang Xuantong looked at Xuan Yifan, and Li Shuiqing yelled: "What are you two doing!"

The two looked at each other through Yang Huanxi, who was reddened by the circles under his eyes. There is a slap mark on each side of the cheek. Their clothes turned into strips of rotten cloth after scuffling with each other, their shoes were kicked off, and there were more than a dozen bruises on their bodies.

When Xuan Yifan heard this, he stretched out his hand and said, "It's him, he stopped me to save the little demon."

Li Shuiqing immediately interjected and denied: "I'm not stopping you from saving the little demon, but asking you to be careful, I don't want to put us in danger because of your careless mistakes." delayed the rescue of the little demon. ”

Xuan Yifan said: "Who will be a trap at home? Is that you? ”

Seeing the two arguing, Wang Xuantong screamed and shouted: "You can't save the little demon yet!"

The two said in unison: "Of course I save!"

Wang Xuantong said: "Since you want to save it, you should go and save it quickly."

Wang Xuantong pointed to Li Shuiqing and said, "You, go and see if there is a mechanism in this door and this wall?"

Then he said to Xuan Yifan: "You, look at Xiao Yang."

Xuan Yifan looked at Yang Huanxi's reddened sleeping circle, the fire in his heart was extinguished, and guilt rose. couldn't help but reach out and wipe away the tears in Yang Huanxi's eyes, and said softly: "I just want to save the little demon too much, that's why I ......"

Yang Huanxi held his hand and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Yifan, I, I believe in you."

Wang Xuantong, who was working as a supervisor Li Shuiqing on the side, breathed a sigh of relief.

"How? Is there a trap? ”

"No, but this power is made of iron, and it can only be pulled by strength."

"Look, I'll just say who would set the trap in their house."

"You think it's good to pull? Do you have enough strength? ”

"I'm stronger than you."

"Let's try!"

"Don't be noisy, you and Huanxi pull the knocker on the right, Shui Qing, you and I will be with you."

Four people, eight hands, held the knocker and said in unison: "One, two, three - pull hard!"

The white-haired bones, the straight shoulders, the blood-red face, kept rubbing the soles of the shoes on the ground. The heavy silver door finally opened slowly, making a "clattering" sound. With the sound, the fresh and natural grass and trees inside the door blew.

The silver door was pulled open enough for people to walk side by side before stopping. But no one moved, and I was so tired that I could only look at the scenery inside the door from the outside.

They saw no gold or silver on the ground, only milky mist filling the world inside the door.

Xuan Yifan struggled to stand up, the Burning Yang True Qi in his body was running, and he entered the door step by step against the grass and tree wind.

In front of the door, a wisp of milky white mist was inhaled through the mouth and nose tubes. Xuan Yifan's sluggish spirit was lifted, his soft body also had a little strength, and the Burning Yang True Qi in his body was also excited.

That's good stuff! The thought immediately crossed his mind, and the next moment he shouted, "Come here, all of you!" This fog is good stuff! Hurry up! After speaking, Xuan Yifan took a long breath and spit out, feeling that his strength had recovered a lot.

So he said, "I'll go first, and you'll follow." So his whole body was drowned in a milky mist.

Walking into the world inside the door, the fog in the air made everything blurry, and then he stepped on something and made a gurgling sound.

Xuan Yifan hurriedly retracted his feet and retreated, looking down, a dead bush bearing seven fruits like red agate, the whole body was round, the size of a dragon's eye.

This is...... Zhu Guo? Xuan Yifan pinched a fruit he had just picked from the bushes and thought, and then he slowly put the fruit in his mouth.

As soon as the fruit entered his mouth, it turned into juice and flowed down his throat into his body, and Xuan Yifan immediately felt a huge and gentle spiritual power, this spiritual power was divided into two, one fused into the Burning Yang True Qi, and the other changed his skin and made it firmer.

Xuan Yifan was stunned, his eyes stared at the remaining six Zhu Guo, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. I thought to myself: If you eat it all, your cultivation will definitely improve to a higher level...... yes, I can't let them know.

"Woo-woo-woo-"

A howl full of mourning, like a sharp sword shattering the thoughts in Xuan Yifan's heart, he felt his heart cramping, and his whole body trembled. He reached out and slapped himself twice, and after two crisp sounds, his face turned white to red.

Then, he straightened up and faced the little demon hidden in the milky white mist, and shouted with his true qi: "Don't be afraid, little demon! I'm coming! ”

This sound of true qi blew away the fog in front of him, revealing the whole picture of the world.

Xuan Yifan couldn't take care of the flowers and plants full of medicinal fragrance all over the ground, and shuttled through this strangely shaped thorn forest full of spikes, leaving a trace of blood on the thorn spikes behind him.

Li Shuiqing and Wang Xuantong looked at the villain in Yang Huanxi's palm with surprise on their faces, this villain was only the size of a thumb, and he even had a pigtail.

Li Shuiqing was the first to come back to his senses and sighed: "This is the first time I've seen a wood spirit spirit!"

When the villain heard this, he immediately shouted, "My name is Maosheng." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed, and a slender blue light shot out, heading straight towards Li Shuiqing.

Li Shuiqing jumped up and drew his sword with the momentum, the sword light flashed, and the blue light split into two, tying his hands and feet like a snake. He couldn't move at once.

Mao Sheng looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and said proudly: "Remember, my name is Mao Sheng, and I am the boss who was born from this spiritual mountain."

Wang Xuantong was stunned for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "That? Greetings, Boss, you can see one of our companions running past here. ”

Mao Sheng raised his head and said, "Hmph, of course I saw it, these are flowers and trees are my eyes and ears."

His face sank again, and he said coldly: "That guy, after eating a vermilion fruit that I left as a seed, and trampling on my medicine garden at will, if I hadn't been in a hurry to save my flower, I would have ...... Hum! ”

Yang Huanxi held Mao Sheng closer to his teary face, and choked up: "Please...... Shigeru-sama, you...... You take me to him...... Woowoo woo ......"

Mao Sheng hurriedly stepped back and said, "Okay, okay, don't cry, I'll take you to him, after all, I still need you to let me out."

Yang Huanxi burst into tears and smiled: "Thank you so much."

When this group found Xuan Yifan, Xuan Yifan faced a wall of water and used his strongest blow now - Flying Star Outside the Sky!

A brilliant and short streamer pierced the wall of water in sixteen pairs of eyes.

The next moment, the wall of water was torn apart, some of the water turned into steam and rose, and some of the water turned into arrows and burrowed into the stone and wood. The wall of water disappeared, revealing damp and dark holes.

Everyone was staring intently at the entrance of the cave, and there were bursts of footsteps in the cave, and the little demon slowly walked out with the soft Xuan Yifan.

Yang Huanxi took the lead in rushing over and stopped Xuan Yifan's pulse. Then Wang Xuantong asked, "How is it?"

Yang Huanxi's face was embarrassed, and he said worriedly: "The pulse is weak, this is a situation of detachment."

Li Shuiqing said: "It's okay now, now you're a burden, this is what you want?"

"What do you say? Encumbrance? I'm telling you, what I want is a little demon by my side! Xuan Yifan coughed incessantly after speaking, so frightened that Yang Huanxi hurriedly patted him on the back.

The little demon let out a low roar.

Wang Xuantong stopped Li Shuiqing's words later. Standing on Yang Huanxi's head to observe, he sighed again and again.

Xuan Yifan finally stopped coughing, and asked weakly: "...... Ahem, rejoice, what's on your head? ”

Yang Huanxi hadn't spoken yet. As soon as the thunder sounded, Xuan Yifan really felt what Tianwei was, his eyes were blurred, his ears were "rumbling", and his internal organs were contracting and twisting together. He couldn't help but open his mouth to shout, but he vomited "wow" and spit out a pool of blood.

Xuan Yifan heard the panicked voices of the three people, and also heard the roar of the little demon, and then he heard the voice of the stranger, which was full of calm and composed: "Don't panic, he is too weak to use his true qi to protect his body, you help him up, now look at me."

A fresh and natural true qi continued to enter his body, and his internal organs gradually stretched.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the look on Xuan Yifan's face was no longer painful. At this moment, Mao Sheng withdrew his hand and said, "Now we must go."

After Yang Huanxi and Wang Xuantong helped Xuan Yifan onto the back of the little demon, everyone walked forward quickly.

The four of them, one spirit and one demon beast, quickly left here, passed through the long and dark tunnel, came to the bright and vast lair, and saw the Jiaofanghu who was short of two catties and was covered with scorched black.

Facing four people, one spirit and one demon beast, the Jiao Winged Tiger let out a roar. The nest shakes.

A rock on the top of the nest fell and shattered in front of Li Shuiqing, and Mao Sheng acted first, "I can't beat him, I'll slip away first." "This guy said he slipped away, and he slipped really fast.

"Follow me."

Li Shuiqing held the sword, and Wang Xuantong revealed her mandarin duck double blades.

Li Shuiqing began to walk forward, his steps were getting bigger and bigger, but the footsteps were getting softer and softer, because his body and mind had gradually reached their peak.

The moment he reaches his peak, he will strike, and this will be the strongest blow! And the final blow!

The Jiao Winged Tiger had already inspected, and its three fingers and claws were exposed and missing, and they swung down violently, and the three cold claws flew towards Li Shuiqing quickly.

Li Shuiqing greeted him like this. Just a second before the claw qi was about to tear him apart, he was gone!

The moment he disappeared, the winged tiger heard the sound of the sword unsheathed.

Then, it saw that Li Shuiqing suddenly appeared on the left, and then suddenly on the right, either on top or still...... Li Shuiqing kept changing, all of this was in the eyes of the winged tiger.

It doesn't move, it just watches, it waits, as patient as a frog sits on a lotus leaf waiting for an insect; Swift and accurate as a frog leaping to catch insects.

It even closes its eyes, it's not that it's not looking, it's looking—just in a different way.

It heard the wind, felt its icy coldness. It knew he had made a move!

The sound of "whoop" was like a sword entering the flesh. The winged tiger had opened its eyes, and the tip of the sword was facing the center of the eyebrows, but it did not pierce. Because there was a layer of Pupu's blue barrier blocking this sword, although the blade was only a moment slower, it was enough.

The winged tiger has jumped up, and half of its tail "hooped" hit Li Shuiqing, Li Shuiqing was like an arrow off the string, nailed into the wall with a "whoosh".

Blue light was already flashing in the mouth of the winged tiger, Li Shuiqing hung his head, his body was covered with bloodstains and dust, and he seemed to have fainted.

The winged tiger was about to launch, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a cold light flying silently and quickly, its head flicked, the cold light crossed its eyelids, and the blood flowed, the winged tiger was in pain, and the blue light in its mouth was sprayed, and the blue light smashed the wall into pieces.

The winged tiger turned around and saw Wang Xuantong running straight towards Li Shuiqing, and said, "Die!" Roar—"

This long roar, like a command, only heard a few "bang bang bang" sounds, as if the cork of a bottle was opened, and holes appeared in the roof, the ground, and the walls, and water flowed out of this hole, and there was a "bang" sound outside the nest.

The water began to spread and rise, Wang Xuantong took Li Shuiqing to go up, Yang Huanxi led the little demon to follow up, and both sides went up on one side. But they had only climbed ten meters before they stopped, and it was clear that there was no place for people to go higher in the nest.

The winged tiger swims in the water like a fish, it beats and throws, the water splashes into water arrows and flies quickly, the little demon sees this, raises his head and stretches his neck and is red, and then a fireball spits out, water and fire collide, and steam rises.

The winged tiger slapped again, and as soon as it was raised, two bucket-thick columns of water rose and rushed towards both sides respectively.

The little demon turned to the side, Yang Huanxi hugged Xuan Yifan, and hid behind the little demon. Wang Xuantong also hugged Li Shuiqing, with his back to the water column.

The jet of water rushed over and drowned them in the water.

Xuan Yifan woke up in suffocation, he wanted to struggle instinctively, but he was powerless, he felt that he was going to stop breathing.

In this case, he heard his voice: "If you still want your companion to live, open your mouth quickly."

In this case, Xuan Yifan didn't think about it, and it was impossible to think about it. He opened his mouth. The fishy water immediately poured into the stomach, but Xuan Yifan didn't care about it.

He felt that the true qi that had already burned in his body was now rekindled, and the ignited true qi was even added with a dozen firewoods, no, not firewood, it was oil.

The Burning Sun Gong is overloaded and obviously needs to be liberated.

The true qi of the burning sun burns in the body like fire and water, flows, and even overflows. Xuan Yifan held the spear tightly, his pupils were burning, and the wisps of true qi collided with the water to make a "zizi" sound.

The winged tiger sensed that something was wrong, and was about to increase its strength, when with a "bang", the water column was torn apart by a red streamer.

This bright and dazzling streamer, this short brilliance is like a red lightning. Quickly, accurately, and unavoidably hit the Winged Tiger.

The winged tiger looked at the hole in its abdomen in a daze, and through this hole it saw Xuan Yifan standing behind him, with his back to it, charging forward.

Finally, it spoke: "You, you ......" and the second word you spoke, its whole body spasmodic and convulsed uncontrollably, suddenly stopped spasmodic and convulsed, and began to paralyze...... Like a mess of mud.

The spear in Xuan Yifan's hand had already turned into powder and flew away in the wind, but he stood there motionless, not even changing his posture.

A petal didn't know where it came from or where it was going, but it was gently touched by the wind on Xuan Yifan's face, and then he slowly fell like this, bringing up a cloud of dust......