"Ten tones!" His name sounded in his ears, and Song Shiyin followed the sound and saw that it was Bian Tingyu.

"Tingyu!" Song Shiyin hurriedly greeted him, since they had met at the gate of Shacheng before, they had never met again in the secret realm, and they didn't expect to be in the same place in the second formation at this time.

Not only that, at the same time, Song Shiyin's surroundings were like water surfaces, rippling, and then several figures appeared.

"Senior Sister Xue, Brother Zhuo, Senior Brother Wen." Three familiar figures appeared, and Song Shiyin shouted.

In addition to a few of them, there were also five strange monks who appeared, and it was seen that their sect clothes did not belong to the same sect.

Therefore, when they saw that there were five people on the field, all dressed in the sect uniforms of the Lingyun Immortal Sect, there was obvious vigilance in their eyes, and they retreated a few steps back, and distanced themselves from Song Shiyin and them.

The five members of the team met, and before they could catch up, two beast roars appeared in the right rear, and the sound was so loud that Song Shiyin couldn't help but cover his ears.

Three spirit beasts appeared out of thin air, all of them were mottled white tigers, and Song Shiyin had never seen these spirit beasts on the spirit beast encyclopedia.

"Senior Brother Wen, do you recognize this?" Like Song Shiyin, Bian Tingyu's face also showed a puzzled expression, she turned her head to look at Wen Yu and asked.

Wen Yu looked the three spirit beasts up and down, left and right, frowned slightly, and fell into thought, after which he shook his head and said in a deep voice, "I don't recognize it either."

"But don't worry, it's common for strange spirit beasts to appear in the secret realm, since they are tigers, they must be not much different from other types of tiger spirit beasts, we can deal with them in the usual way."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yu instructed again: "There are many dangers in the secret realm, be more careful."

"Understood." The crowd nodded.

The next moment, the three-headed spirit beast roared angrily and attacked everyone, their forepaws slashed the ground a few times, their toes were a little on their toes, and their bodies flew up lightly.

The white tiger moved vigorously, and approached in three or two strokes.

As soon as Song Shiyin stretched out his hand, the Spirit Devouring Vine was held in his hand, and he hit the ground, distancing himself from them, and then summoned three Spirit Devouring Vines.

The Spirit Devouring Vine broke through the ground, made a thud, and went straight towards the three spirit beasts, which were deeply rooted in the ground, and the vine body grew up wildly, waving, and climbing onto the bodies of the white tigers.

One of the white tigers shook the vine body away, and the other two simply switched positions and dodged the vine body.

Bian Tingyu held a talisman between the tips of her fingers and threw it towards the white tiger at the front, and the yellow talisman drew a graceful arc in the air.

The talisman stuck to the white tiger's body, and then quickly ignited, a layer of flames burned, the white tiger couldn't dodge, and was injured, and the hair where the flames were ignited were scorched.

The smell of burnt paste rose, and the white tiger wailed in pain, it glared at Bian Tingyu angrily, its eyes instantly turned red, and it rushed over with bared teeth.

"Fire Charm! Go!" Bian Tingyu let out a low cry again, her fingertips were a little in the air, and eight talismans gathered around her, all of which floated beside her in the air.

She raised her fingers together, pointing at the white tiger who was scorched by her flames, and the talisman beside her burst out of the air with an irresistible momentum.

Woohoo!

A few voices sounded, and the white tiger did not sit still in place, his body rose into the air, and quickly dodged on the field, but he didn't expect that even if he avoided it once, the talisman still chased after it.

Bian Tingyu moved her fingers, sliding left and right, and the direction pointed by her fingertips was the next destination of the talisman.

Here, Song Shiyin also kept a close eye on the white tiger's movements, she constantly controlled the spirit devouring vine to move underground, breaking through the ground in advance where the white tiger was going to pass, and caught them off guard.

The white tiger was tightly bound by the Spirit Devouring Vine, and it screamed miserably, kicking its legs, and struggling violently to escape.

Song Shiyin didn't give it this chance, and controlled the Spirit Devouring Vine to be tied tighter and tighter.

"Soul Eater!" Song Shiyin shouted.

The vine glows with a pale green light, and tiny spikes grow on it, which penetrate into the thick and hard hair and skin of the white tiger

Go.

The spike stabbed into the body, sucking out the spirit in the white tiger's body frantically, the white tiger's screaming voice became more poignant and painful, and the soles of its feet stepped on the ground, because it was too hard, a pit had appeared.

"Take!" After the white tiger no longer struggled and lay silently on the ground, Song Shiyin waved his hand and withdrew the Spirit Devouring Vine.

There was not a trace of blood flowing out of the white tiger's body, and it was shriveled all over, as if all the nutrients on its body had been sucked dry.

The other two white tigers didn't last long, and were taken by the rest of the team.

Xue Huanhuan turned his fingers into claws, his nails were sharp, his toes touched the ground lightly, and his whole body was like a sharp sword, stabbing at the white tiger.

With a wave of her hand, she swiped towards the white tiger's skin, and her nails easily pierced the white tiger's surface, revealing a bloody inside.

The white tiger kept wailing under her hands, shaking his head, and the soles of his feet rubbed restlessly on the ground, trying to break free from Xue Huanhuan's control.

Xue Huanhuan almost smashed his entire palm into the white tiger's body, and blood kept gushing out, ticking and falling to the ground.

Zhuo Guang, who was behind her, took out his bow and arrow from the storage bag, drew the bow, and aimed it at the white tiger's left eye.

The arrow was shot, and the white tiger couldn't avoid it at all, and the arrow stabbed into the white tiger's eyes, and the white tiger suddenly screamed, and the voice was terrible.

Because of the pain, it began to struggle violently, and its whole body trembled, and Xue Huanhuan's hands were also shaken up and down.

Zhuo Guang took advantage of the victory to pursue, and once again aimed at the white tiger's only remaining right eye, and the arrow flew out, like a bamboo.

The white tiger was also shot in the right eye, and there was a sharp pain in both eyes, and tears dripped down with blood, streaking across the white tiger's face, leaving long marks on the white hair.

Xue Huanhuan took her fingers out of the white tiger's body, and the blood rushed out instantly, and she had to take a few steps back quickly, so that the blood could not splash on her body.

Without the support of Xue Huanhuan's hands, the white tiger's body slammed into the ground, but the pain was insignificant to the white tiger who was enduring the pain of being stabbed by sharp arrows in both eyes.

Zhuo Guang raised his bow and arrow again and shot it at the heart of the fallen white tiger.

At this time, there was already a pool of blood on the ground where the white tiger was lying, dyeing its entire body red.

The white tiger's screams kept ringing out, but after a while, the voice began to become weaker, and the blood on its body was flowing more and more, and its breath was faint.

After a few moments, he couldn't move at all.

At this point, the three white tigers had all died at the hands of the five members of the team.

The first was a victory and a landslide victory, which attracted the attention of the other five monks.

In the next second, two white tigers appeared out of thin air on the field, their bodies were extremely tall, if the previous white tigers were half a person tall, these two were already one person tall.

As soon as they appeared, their eyes stayed on the three white tigers who had no breath.

"Roar—" The white tiger, who seemed to have no impurities, was covered in oil, and had slightly shorter hair, roared angrily and ran wildly towards the dead white tiger's side.

The other white tiger took steps, step by step, with steady steps, exuding a majestic aura all over his body, and slowly moved behind the previous white tiger.

Song Shiyin guessed that this should be one male and one female.

"This can't be the parents of the three white tigers just now, is this here to seek revenge?" Bian Tingyu muttered.

Bian Tingyu's guess was probably right, the tigress lay next to the dead white tiger, licking its face, trying to lick all the blood.

"Woo-" The tigress let out a whimpering cry when she saw that the white tiger was motionless, and her eyes were shining as if tears were welling up.

The tigress suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the five members of the squad, her eyes red and tearing, glaring at them angrily.

"Roar-" The tigress roared at the sky, bared her teeth, and ran towards Song Shiyin.

The male tiger behind it also acted at the same time, and the target was Zhuo Guang.

Song Shiyin and Zhuo Guang were both the ones who killed the White Tiger, and it was nothing more than that the two beasts stared at them as soon as they came up.

mother

The strength of the tiger is indeed much more powerful than that of its children, but it is still not enough for Song Shiyin and them.

Five people against two beasts, not to mention a team with many years of cooperation experience, when they can only use exercises, this cultivation spirit beast is no longer a problem for them.

The talisman in Bian Tingyu's hand was thrown out frantically as if he didn't want money, and Song Shiyin's Spirit Devouring Vine was also waving on the ground.

Zhuo Guang stood behind the person and drew his bow to aim, while Xue Huanhuan turned his fingers into claws and fought with the tigress at close range.

The rest of Wen Xuan pinched the trick in his hand, and there were words in his mouth, constantly outputting ice spiritual power to stop the footsteps of the two spirit beasts.

With the cooperation of the five people, the white tiger both died.

In the next second when the two white tigers fell to the ground, the scene spread out like water again, and then four figures appeared.

It is taller and more majestic than the previous two white tigers.

"Is this what I think?" The corners of Bian Tingyu's mouth twitched, a little speechless.

Song Shiyin was silent for a moment, and said, "Maybe, yes."

It seems that it is really the old one who beat the little one, and if nothing else, these four should be the parents of the two white tigers just now.

Now it's five to four, and the strength is better than the previous White Tiger.

The five members of the squad replicated the tactics of the previous round and cooperated with each other, but they still struggled to fight.

After all, not only will they cooperate, but the white tigers of the same ethnic group also know how to hunt together.

Because it was the five white tigers they had killed, they were stained with the breath and blood of the white tigers, causing the remaining five monks to only watch from a distance.

And several members of the team fought bloodily and fought fiercely with the white tiger.

Dozens of rounds later, about two quarters of an hour later, the last white tiger finally fell to the ground.

Two males, two mothers, and two families were killed at the hands of the five members of the team.

"There won't be any! How many are there this time? Eight?" Seeing the white tiger fall to the ground, Bian Tingyu couldn't help but sigh, and her eyes shifted to the surroundings, looking at the open space.

"How do you feel endless, is this secret realm so uncreative?" Xue Huanhuan wiped the blood on his fingers with a handkerchief and said irritably.

In a word, it is a prophecy.

The crowd was surrounded by ripples like a pebble thrown onto the calm water.

Song Shiyin raised his head and stared at the changing clearing.

"Roar—roar—" Dozens of beast roars rang out at the same time, one after another, resounding through the sky.

Hear it first, then see its shadow.

One after another, white tigers appeared around everyone, filling all the empty spaces with a few words.

"One, two, three...... How could there be so many! Is this a whole tribe coming?!" Bian Tingyu originally looked at them one by one calmly.

Until more and more white tigers appeared, her eyes couldn't see at all, and a shocked look instantly appeared in her eyes.

"This ...... Can we do it?" After finishing speaking, Bian Tingyu looked at so many white tigers in front of her, all of them were tall, and she couldn't help but show timidity.

Fortunately, these white tigers didn't just come for them, Song Shiyin's eyes looked back.

The monks who had nothing to do with themselves were not spared.