Suddenly, a shocking beast roar sounded, and with the slight tremor of the ground, a black tiger more than two meters high appeared at the plain crossing, and the leading burly man and the six retinue warriors were all shocked, and they all drew their weapons and confronted the black tiger across the crossing.

The big black tiger at the entrance was not in a hurry to attack, as if he was waiting for something.

Oh, only to hear a beast roar from the plain behind them, everyone turned around in shock, only to see that among the bushes of the plain where the purple Yanguo was originally picked, a big black tiger jumped out again.

Liu Qingyi was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "Could it be that this plain is actually a tiger's nest?!" ”

The big black tiger blocking the road crossing in front of him listened to the roar of the tiger in the plain, the tiger's eyes were fierce, and in a low roar, the open tiger's mouth revealed a mouthful of hideous fangs, and the tail like a black iron rod was erected, and it slashed at the several warriors of the city lord's mansion in front. Naturally, the big black tiger in the plain behind was not idle, and had already pounced on the few gatherers who were closest to him.

Those warriors with weapons in their hands could still maintain the black tiger in front of them, and the unarmed village gatherers with cloth bags in the back were bitten to death and bitten several people by the black tiger from the plain in a burst of screams and screams.

The leading burly man who cooperated with several samurai to fight with the black tiger at the crossing, seeing the situation of the villagers coming from the plain, turned his head and shouted, "You guys go quickly, let's drag it first." With that, the same samurai briefly forced the big tiger in front of them to the side of the road, and made way down the mountain, and the dozen or so surviving gatherers hurriedly cut behind the burly man and rushed down the mountain.

Liu Qingyi ran out with those people, but he didn't rush down the mountain, he put the cloth bag full of purple Yanguo in his hand into the grass beside the road, and looked back calmly.

The burly man in the lead had already turned around and dismounted the Wind Bone Beast at this moment, facing the big tiger chasing from the plains alone, while the six warriors on the other side joined forces to fight the big tiger at the crossing.

The two big black tigers are very ferocious, their movements are as fast as the wind, and the steel teeth of the tiger's claws are glowing with cold light, making people dare not touch them.

Because the skin of the two tigers is rough and thick, everyone's swords falling on the tiger skin are only a shallow mark, and they have the upper hand for a while.

The burly man in black rode the wind bone beast to fight the big tiger in the direction of the plain, but the six warriors who surrounded the big tiger at the crossing of the road were in danger, and after just a few breaths, several people had a lot of colors on their bodies, and one of the warriors had his left hand torn off by Qi Gen.

The warrior with the broken arm was also very brave, and he still raised his sword and stepped forward to fight, but his hands and feet became more and more sluggish, and one of them was not careful, but he was slapped in the face by the tiger's claws, and his head was slammed with a 'snap', and his whole body fell to the sky, and the red and white flowed to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining five samurai were already terrified, and while trying to resist the big tiger, they retreated to the intersection of the mountain.

With such a lifetime of fear, the situation took a turn for the worse, and the black tiger pressed forward step by step, and in a short time, it bit and killed another person.

Liu Qingyi took out the sword bag and pinched it in his hand, he was already eager to try, seeing that several people at the crossing were in danger, he no longer hesitated, and he took up the Sky Technique and blocked the big tiger with a few columns, and the cyan long sword in his hand went straight to the tiger to greet him.

The three warriors who were resisting the big tiger while retreating, two of them had been injured, and it was extremely difficult to cope with the attack of the black tiger.

Strange to say, the black tiger, which was originally rough and thick, was randomly scratched by the long sword in Liu Qingyi's hand, and the tiger skin was pierced like tissue paper, most of the wounds were deep and bone-like, and the tiger blood was almost sprayed.

For a while, the scene was suddenly reversed, and the originally fierce and powerful black tiger, like a mouse caught by a cat, began to dodge again and again with a wail from time to time, and the tiger was stabbed by the green sword and bled like an infusion.

Just as Liu Qingyi was about to rise, only to hear a tragic beast howl next to him, several people turned their heads to look, and the head of the wind bone beast ridden by the burly man in black was smashed by the tiger's claws, and the front legs fell to the ground weakly, and it seemed that they could not survive.

The burly man jumped down from the wind bone beast with his body, as if running around with the black tiger over there, and several warriors who were originally helping Liu Qingyi saw this situation, so they each took their weapons and jumped to the plain of the road crossing to help the burly man in black.

Seeing a few people leaving, Liu Qingyi had the intention to try the skill of flying swords, and with the sword trick in his mouth, the green sword in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand, and shot towards the head of the black tiger who was already sluggish.

I only heard the sound of 'rubbing', and the long sword was inserted into the tiger's head until it reached the handle, and the big black tiger howled miserably, and fell to the ground, and there was no more movement.

Liu Qingyi recalled the green sword in his hand, looked down at the black tiger corpse that had fallen down, and felt a little strange in his heart, he felt that the black flag inserted in his waist at the moment shook slightly, and sent out a faint pulling force towards the tiger corpse, and he couldn't believe that he took out the small flag on his waist and looked carefully, only to see the black light on the banner flashing again and again, and the appearance was very different.

He tried to inject the spiritual flow in his body into the black flag, only to see that the black light suddenly bloomed on the surface of the flag, emitting a huge suction force like a magnet, pulling out several black qi visible to the naked eye from the tiger corpse and those fallen samurai villagers, and pulling them into the black flags like a dragon absorbing water.

Liu Qingyi was puzzled in his heart: "Hey, could this be the so-called soul sucking?" ”

After a while, all the black qi was sucked out, and the black light on the black banner was even better than before, as if it was very helpful.

He pondered in his heart: "The Bone Master has been refining many mortal souls along the way, and what he wants to use to collect souls is the means used by this little black banner to absorb the black qi of the corpse." It's just that the ghost shadow summoned by the Bone Master is three zhang high, but the ghost shadow summoned in his small banner is only a few zhang long, obviously the small banner in his hand has not absorbed enough soul, and can only be regarded as a half-finished product. Thinking like this, Liu Qingyi also had some expectations, if the little banner in his hand could absorb enough soul black qi, he might not be able to summon a ghost figure who was three feet tall like the man who turned into bones.

Regarding the matter of absorbing souls, Liu Qingyi did not have any burden in his heart.

In his opinion, the souls of these dead humans and beasts, if they don't suck or suck, they can be regarded as a kind of waste utilization. He also knew in his heart that it was best not to use such methods in front of people, after all, it was a bit appalling, and it was even more likely that it would not be tolerated in the righteous path of human ethics, if it was really like the Bone Master who attracted people in the immortal path to chase and kill, it would be too wrongful.

Without thinking too much, Liu Qingyi raised his hand and put the black flag back into his waist, and rushed to the plain from the crossing with his sword, and saw a few people fighting with the black tiger. He glanced at it a few times, but found that the scene did not seem to be optimistic, the burly man in black and the three warriors who came to support were fighting around the big tiger, and the weapons in their hands could not hurt the big tiger in the slightest, but were forced to dodge by a pair of sharp tiger claws.

Liu Qingyi had the idea of using the black banner again in his heart, so he took a few steps to leap in the sky, flew in front of everyone, and said loudly: "You go first, leave it to me here, and it is important for everyone who escorts down the mountain to bring Zi Yanguo back to the city." After speaking, he pointed at the black tiger and stabbed with his sword.

The burly man in black was stunned for a moment, and found that the big tiger at the other side of the road had been killed, turned his head and glanced at Liu Qingyi deeply, and said with a fist in the distance: "Brother Lao is so responsible, then I will go down first, brother, you have taken care of this side, you can come and join us quickly." With that, he hurriedly ran down the mountain with three samurai.

Liu Qingyi nodded, still fighting with the black tiger without pain, and when everyone's footsteps went away, his eyes flashed, and his figure stepped back, took a small black banner from his waist, injected it into the body, and sacrificed forward, only to see a ghost figure with a height of a foot emerging from the black flag.

With a slight movement of his mind, the black ghost figure rushed forward, and the black tiger seemed to be extremely frightened when he saw the ghost, and kept retreating with a low whimper.

The next moment, the black tiger was entangled by the ghost and began to roll on the ground.

Liu Qingyi stood by and watched with his hands behind his back, and the big black tiger howled and rolled on the ground a few times, and then the ghost figure wrapped around his body climbed the tiger's shoulder, and a black claw thrust into a certain part of his chest, and he suddenly pulled out a hot and bloody heart.

A blood-colored hole suddenly appeared in the black tiger's chest and abdomen, and the tiger's blood was sprinkled and splashed all over the ground, and his limbs twitched a few times before he was exhausted.

Liu Qingyi's heart was disgusted, and he complained: "I didn't expect this ghost to be so cruel, but this act of pulling out the heart at every turn is really disgusting to death." ”

He put away the green sword with his sword bag, and only then did he summon the ghost shadow back into the black flag, and as soon as he mentioned the small banner to absorb the souls of the big tiger and the wind bone beast, he walked towards the outside of the plain.

Passing by the grass at the crossing, he saw that the bag of purple Yanguo he picked was lying in the grass raw, so he picked it up and Shi Shiran went down the mountain.