In the middle of the night, in the treasure house of the Holy Tiger Country, a huge explosion was heard.

The silver-robed man who was practicing was directly awakened by the shaking sound.

"What's going on!" The silver-robed man said to the outside with an angry face.

"Enlightened monarch, there are thieves who have stolen into the treasure house!" A demon clan with a tiger head and a human body came in to report.

"Who is so bold!" The silver-robed man said in a deep voice. The figure disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, in an ancient building, dozens of demon people were lying on the ground in pain.

The silver-robed man glanced at these people, and his gaze landed on the ground somewhere, which was covered with a magic circle formed by various runes.

"Monarch!"

Some of the infant monks who were attracted by the sound of the explosion shouted in dismay. At the same time, his face was extremely solemn.

"What's missing from the treasury?" The silver-robed man was sure that the murderer had already left, so he did not pursue him.

"Enlightened monarch, except for one thing in the treasure house, nothing else is missing." A man said nervously.

"What's missing!" The man glared at the man impatiently.

"I lost a bottle of the essence blood of the ancient divine beast White Tiger." The man was startled and said without any concealment.

"Damn! Didn't the two of them do it today! The silver-robed man seemed to have thought of something, and said angrily.

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On the other side, in a teahouse, Dongfang Zimo, who was still discussing how to get the blood of the White Tiger, suddenly looked into the air with a raised brow.

Linghe Ancestor also seemed to sense something, and when he looked in that direction, he saw a large group of dense figures gradually appearing in their sight.

"What are they doing here?" After Linghe Ancestor learned that he was from the Holy Tiger Country, he said with some dissatisfaction.

However, before Dongfang Zimo could speak, dozens of giant tiger demons flew over.

The demon clans in the teahouse retreated one by one, and Dongfang Zimo and Linghe Ancestor disappeared in a flash, making those evil tigers pounce directly.

"What does that mean?" Dongfang Zimo shouted at the silver-robed man with a gloomy face.

"Hurry up and hand over the essence and blood!" The silver-robed man said coldly.

"What? What essence blood! Dongfang Zimo said puzzled.

"See how long you want to fit!" The silver-robed man looked angry, and with a wave of his hand, a group of clansmen from the Holy Tiger Country flew up.

Seeing that the demon clan was flying one by one, Dongfang Zimo subconsciously wanted to make a move, but when he thought of asking for help, he still decided not to make a dead move.

However, Linghe Ancestor's side was not like this, as soon as the feather fan was fanned, a large area of the demon clan was frozen into ice sculptures before it could get close, and it was directly torn into ice under the blow of the hurricane.

The silver-robed man watched his clansmen bury in the hands of Linghe Ancestor one by one, and flew over to meet him in person with a rage in his heart.

Under a loud tiger roar, a huge white tiger phantom appeared out of thin air, and Ling He Ancestor had just heard it, and before he could react, a few blood marks were scratched on his arm.

"Despicable fellow!" In the face of the sneak attack, Linghe Ancestor seemed to have some atmosphere.

"What Your Excellency is doing is despicable and shameless!" The silver-robed man held a long knife in both hands and condensed out, and with a swing, the edge was revealed.

Thinking that the other party was talking about killing those demon clans, Ling He Ancestor waved his feather fan with a snort, and a hurricane roared out. Between the collision of the two, a terrifying impact spread, and before it subsided, the silver-robed man attacked here.

Ling He Old Ancestor raised his five fingers, and a huge palm print fell towards the silver-robed man.

Under the roar of the silver-robed man, a white tiger phantom broke through the air, directly breaking through the palm print, and flew towards Linghe Ancestor.

Linghe Ancestor did not panic, but pinched the trick with both hands, and a Dharma image condensed out, raising his giant hand to pinch the white tiger to explode.

The silver-robed man was shocked, and he wanted to manipulate the white tiger to leave, but it was too late.

The white tiger giant hand grasped it in his hand, and he pinched it hard, but he was never able to pinch it.

The silver-robed man breathed a sigh of relief and swung his long knife to slash at it.

One of Faxiang's arms was directly cut off, and the white tiger also broke away from it and returned to the silver-robed man's body.

At this point, the silver-robed man was relieved, knowing that the white tiger was split from his primordial god, and if it was destroyed, his cultivation would probably be severely damaged.

The other party alone has already made it difficult for him to deal with, and if he adds Dongfang Zimo on the side, I am afraid that he will definitely lose.

After thinking about it for a while, the silver-robed man finally had no intention of continuing to attack.

"You stole the white tiger essence blood?" The silver-robed man asked suddenly.

"Joke! How could this seat do such a filthy thing! Linghe Ancestor was stunned and said in a deep voice.

"How can this be ......" The silver-robed man's face changed slightly when he heard this.

"Could it be that the White Tiger Essence Blood has been stolen?" Dongfang Zimo in the distance heard the movement, and his figure flew over.

"Yes, I thought it was you guys, but I didn't expect someone else." The silver-robed man glanced at Dongfang Zimo and said indifferently.

"If you don't ask right or wrong, don't you have what you want to say?" Linghe Ancestor said unhappily.

"I'm being too reckless in this matter, but don't you want the blood of the White Tiger Essence?" The silver-robed man clasped his hands around him.

"What do you mean?" Dongfang Zimo was stunned for a moment and said.

"As long as you can catch the murderer and recover the White Tiger Essence Blood, this bottle of Essence Blood will be yours as an apology." The silver-robed man said indifferently.

"Is this true?" Dongfang Zimo said with joy in his heart.

"When did Benjun have any repentance?"

"Good! In this case, the Taoist only needs to wait for it to disappear. Dongfang Zimo responded happily.

When the silver-robed man heard this, he didn't say anything more and turned around and left with someone.

"This ...... And that's it? Linghe Ancestor said with some dissatisfaction.

"Okay, Brother Linghe, it's important for us to get down to business." Dongfang Zimo said speechlessly.

"Although the Holy Tiger Country is a small country in the demon world, the breadth of its area should not be underestimated! How do you tell me to find it? Linghe Ancestor snorted.

"Looks like we're going to have to ask it for help." Dongfang Zimo chuckled lightly, and at the same time, his mind moved.

"It?" Linghe Ancestor said in amazement.

I saw a wisp of black smoke drift by, and a tall black shadow appeared out of thin air.

"What did you call me for?" The Ghost King didn't notice any danger nearby, so he asked.

"I want you to help find someone."

"Oh? What are the characteristics of that person? ”

"There is a bottle of white tiger essence blood on his body, one of the four ancient divine beasts."

Hearing this, the ghost king swiped his fingers into the void, and a ghost door slowly emerged.

The Ghost King kept silently chanting something in his mouth, and as soon as his voice fell, a large number of revenant ghosts suddenly flew out of the Ghost Gate and scattered around.