Although the blue blood continued to flow out, the injury did not seem to have much effect on the monster.

It tilted its head, no roar or expression, and pulled itself out little by little. Its body is still "growing", the scales on its body are little by little, they are more shaped, harder, and its claws are more slender and sharp, and each moment it becomes stronger.

But it was a pity that the owner of the halberd followed closely behind, and the distance of dozens of zhang shrank into a step at Jing Ziwang's feet, and he stepped it back with one kick, and with a wave of the iron sword, he cut off its tough and hard neck.

The ghost's body stiffened, growth stopped, and the skin darkened little by little.

Jing Ziwang retracted his feet and stood in place looking down at the corpse, silent.

Pei Ye only arrived at this time, he lowered his head, and saw the monster killed for the first time.

But when his eyes fell on it, Pei Ye also stood in place like Jing Ziwang, unable to say a word.

- This headless corpse that seemed to have come out of a ghost story had a tattered and blood-stained cloth coat hanging from it, which was the one of Meng Jiao at noon.

"Is this your friend?" Jing Ziwang turned his head to look at him.

Pei Ye nodded slowly with a heavy expression.

Meng Jiao was kidnapped by the demon tiger, how could he become such a monster? What is the relationship between the Demon Tiger and the Candle World Sect?

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and the light cocoon in his belly pointed so clearly and so closely!

He immediately drew his sword and slit open the corpse's abdomen.

Looking down, I saw that the internal organs inside were rapidly "digesting", half of which had become muscles wrapped in blue scales, and were pouring into the limbs, and some of them still had some of the original appearance of the liver, viscera, spleen, and stomach.

This strange scene made Pei Ye forget what he was going to do for a while, he sorted out his thoughts, and was about to judge the location, but his eyes shrank suddenly.

Between the peristalsis of the organs, a rudimentary form of a face was vaguely formed!

Before the body could react, the gentle power had already pushed from the side of the body. Pei Ye flew up in the air, and saw that the face of the organ was quickly clear and three-dimensional, so huge that it almost broke the chest and abdomen of the corpse.

No, it really broke through the chest and abdomen!

The organs turned into normal flesh and even bones, hair grew from above, and a pair of golden and magnificent vertical pupils opened.

A huge, colorful tiger head.

Meng Jiao's corpse turned into flowing flesh and blood, swelling and reorganizing behind it, condensing into a colossal tiger body.

Pei Ye didn't have time to think about why such a tiger, which was bigger than a grass house, could retract into his stomach, because the tiger's goal was precise and clear, and it was Jing Ziwang standing in front of him!

Its ability is so powerful and weird, and its beastly nature is cunning and ferocious, Pei Ye deeply understands what magic is at this moment.

When it met Meng Jiao, its own group had obviously not yet arrived, but it had already left Meng Jiao without eating, as a springboard to attack and kill Jing Ziwang.

- Huang Er is simply a bait that it deliberately released to attract prey of higher quality and better taste!

I don't know if Jing Ziwang thought of the twists and turns, in short, he was not deterred by the strange scene in front of him.

This grandmaster is just fifty this year, and he has gone from a white-bodied pawn to a five-rank lieutenant who has three hundred armor soldiers in his hands and investigates lawlessness in the whole state, and he has seen and experienced many things in the first half of his life.

He has never learned to hide as a state magistrate, and he is always happy and angry in his speech, so he is often secretly criticized. But the good news is that the courage of anger has not subsided at the same time, no matter what kind of situation he is in, what kind of opponent he faces, Jing Ziwang has never flinched.

It's the same today.

After the meridian tree is formed, push open the heaven and earth pass, and ascend to the Xuanmen, the cultivator will come into contact with the energy that pervades the heaven and the earth, which the martial cultivator calls the Xuanqi, and the warlock calls it the aura.

In this way, it was as if the warlock was ahead of the martial arts cultivator from the beginning. Actually, the two just start from different starting points, and then go to the same end.

Martial artists first look at the qualifications of the meridian tree, and then break the seeds, eight lives, until they step into the Xuanmen and master the aura; If a warlock wants to get started, he must look at the talent to perceive the aura of heaven and earth, so the people who can walk this path are even rarer, and they rely on spiritual power to refine their bodies after affinity with spiritual power, and then give birth to meridian trees.

This is because the meridian tree is not only capable of generating and storing true qi, but also a lever to leverage the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. If a warlock does not have a complete meridian tree, he will lose a great boost in his aura.

Warriors need roots, and warlocks need inspiration, so that cultivators can choose their own paths according to their own qualifications—of course, the vast majority of people don't have both.

In addition, after a warrior masters the aura, it does not mean that he has to become a warlock, and his ability is still limited to what he learned and practiced in the first half of his life. Similarly, after the warlock meridian tree is formed, they often have no energy to learn the magic of true qi, let alone understand the martial arts in the Xuan Sutra, so they can only continue to study the spirit scripture.

Speaking of now, Jing Ziwang has no sect background, his martial arts are completely based on the imperial court, and he was awarded "The Wounded World" after stepping into the Xuanmen at the beginning of the year.

This Xuanjing is taken from the great immortal hunting of the southern ya, which has been guarded by the south a hundred years ago, and ranks 29th in the Xuanjing Department of the "Lingxuan Canon", which is not straight and upright people can not learn, but it is one of the seven classics that the Tang military attache can choose after entering the Xuan.

Jing Ziwang has been studying for a short time, and he has not yet comprehended the mystery, but when he made a move, Pei Ye suddenly understood why he did not change color in the face of the strange scene of the tiger in his belly.

If one has such power, many things are indeed no longer scary.

The tiger's paw was attached to the fist, and the frost suddenly bloomed, and in an instant, the fruits and vegetables, water traces, the ground, and even the grass hut next to it were all covered with a layer of black and blue frost.

Pei Ye lifted the little girl beside him who had just escaped from under his claws, and jumped backwards, narrowly avoiding the frost cover.

The corners of his backward clothes were stained with frost marks, and he stood stiffly in the air, and when Pei Li touched it slightly, it was shattered piece by piece.

Jing Ziwang's eyebrows were frosty, under such extreme cold, the power of "Ruthless Wounded World" still broke out undamaged, instantly emptying everything around.

The baskets of fruits and vegetables were turned into powder, the grass huts were broken and flew out for a few zhang, and even the land was bulldozed, and a radius of several zhang turned into a clean and flat piece.

And this was only the aftermath, and even greater power erupted in the tiger's body, and those flesh and blood almost exploded, and the newly formed body was scattered again, and this formless mass of flesh and blood flew into the air like a cannonball.

Jing Ziwang's figure flashed, and he had already chased after him, but the second punch failed to do so, because the mass of flesh and blood suddenly gave birth to two wings and flew into the air.

Entering the Xuan Realm, there is no ability to control the sky, although Jing Ziwang can rely on the explosion of true qi to chase through the air, but it is inevitable that there will be obstacles to turning, and in the face of such a strong enemy, Jing Ziwang does not dare to put himself in a sluggish situation.

He floated to the ground, and the tiger in the sky finally condensed back into its original form.

Sure enough, it is a "demon" tiger, not only more than twice as big as an ordinary tiger, but also has two sharp black horns on the tiger's head, such as a snake, a hooked blade on the tail, and a pair of large wings with a wingspan of three feet.

Pei Ye has seen this image, and it is said in the Classic of Mountains and Seas that it is ferocious, good at cannibalism, punishing good and promoting evil, disloyal and untrustworthy, and is a thoroughly vicious beast.

It is called poor.