After listening to Mao Xiaobai's words, Murong Xiu didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, let alone whether Mao Xiaobai's so-called body was referring to the soul of the instrument or referring to the soul sword of the white tiger. Since Mao Xiaobai has already said so, it is not good for him to ask too much, and it is not too late to ask after the matter is over.

At that moment, he immediately sat down, controlled the power in the sea of consciousness, and inhaled all the soul shaping energy overflowing from the light cocoon into his body.

Rumble!~

His divine consciousness body was crumbling in an instant under the impact of the soul shaping energy, just because the soul shaping energy was too large, and he was careless, but fortunately, his divine consciousness was not weak, and it stabilized after a while.

At this time, he was concentrating on absorbing and refining the energy of the soul formation, but he didn't know that in the void behind his divine consciousness body, the Blood Qilin Star Soul was guarding behind him, majestic and domineering. Not only that, faintly, there seemed to be a soul shaping energy that was pulled by the Blood Qilin Star Soul and slowly injected into the Blood Qilin Star Soul's body, making the Blood Qilin Star Soul more and more real, and the blood pattern and blood flame on its body were also the same, the blood red was terrifying, and even looking at it from a distance, people could feel the coldness and heat wrapped in the vain blood flame.

This situation did not only happen in Murong Xiu's sea of knowledge, but also in the outside world.

"Special mother, what is the bear child doing, if it continues like this, I am afraid that it will lead to death. ”

At this moment, Shuo Feng Hunt had already hidden a hundred zhang away, looking at the blood-colored unicorn that appeared in the void from a distance, he only felt a chill all over his body.

The blood-colored unicorn was more than ten zhang in size, and as soon as it appeared, it broke through the prohibition he had set before, in his opinion, Murong Xiu made such a big move all of a sudden, how difficult it was to not be discovered.

Based on his experience, the appearance of the Qilin clan would definitely cause a big chaos, regardless of whether Murong Xiu was a member of the terrible place in his mind, the star soul of the Qilin alone was enough to stir up a bloody storm in the fairy realm.

If it weren't for the face of having a friend, he would have been able to run as far as he could, he still had the great responsibility of the Pangu clan, and he really didn't want to be involved in things related to the Qilin clan.

However, he didn't notice that at the moment when the blood-colored unicorn appeared, two powerful prohibitions had imprisoned the space within a radius of hundreds of zhang, and now he couldn't leave even if he wanted to, as for the prohibition, it was difficult to find out the situation here, even the slightest sound could not be heard.

Outside the prohibition, there was a faint sound of two people talking, only hearing them, not seeing them.

"Blood Qilin Star Soul, Zhao, do you know which child he is?"

"I don't know, in my clan, the Blood Qilin Star Soul has not been seen for thousands of years, no wonder the young master attaches so much importance to this son, and let you and I be his protectors. ”

"Yes, thanks to the foresight of the young master, otherwise this kid would be in trouble. ”

"Huh, trouble?!, to be precise, his appearance should be the trouble of those people, with this, our clan finally has hope. ”

"Well, for many years, our Qilin clan has lived in the dark like ants, and for the sake of our clan, you and I must protect the safety of this son even if we shed the last drop of blood. ”

"You're right, presumably the young master has already noticed this son's blood unicorn star soul, that's why he attaches so much importance to this son, I just don't know why the young master didn't bring this son back to the clan to cultivate?"

"Zhao, you seem to have forgotten what the ancient books of the clan say, what does the appearance of the Blood Qilin Star Soul portend?"

“......”

This is the end of the conversation between the two, and if it continues, it is the biggest secret related to the Qilin clan, even if the two of them know that their extraordinary strength will not be heard by outsiders, they dare not have the slightest carelessness.

These two people are the protectors arranged by the mysterious young man beside Murong Xiu, one is named, the other is named, and the strength of each person is beyond people's imagination.

It is precisely because of the protection of the two of them that Shuo Feng's worries are completely unnecessary, unless there are more powerful people passing by here, it is impossible for anyone to find out about this place.

Most of the day passed in a flash. In the past half of the day, the blood-colored qilin was passing towards the physical side at a speed visible to the naked eye, all of which was seen by Shuofeng Hunting, and even if it was a hundred zhang away, he could sense that the breath of the blood-colored qilin had become much stronger.

The Blood Qilin Star Soul is Murong Xiu's natal star soul, and its strength indicates that the strength of the host Murong Xiu is also improving. The difference is that his external strength has not improved much, and the most important improvement is still manifested in his divine sense.

He didn't understand Mao Xiaobai's words until his divine consciousness was baptized by soul shaping energy, and he further felt alive and live with Mao Xiaobai, so he understood what Mao Xiaobai's words meant.

All the changes in the sea of knowledge are under his control, including Mao Xiaobai and the White Tiger Soul Sword. The ontology formation that Mao Xiaobai said before was the White Tiger Soul Sword, and when he was in the human world, he only knew that the White Tiger Soul Sword could only be cultivated and formed when it was still empty, but he didn't know that the key point was still on the body of Mao Xiaobai's soul.

After refining the energy of the soul sculpture, Mao Xiaobai's progress is very fast, which depends on its own divine power, and it is not a new soul, only because it was separated from the Divine Venerable Xuantian Sect back then, so it was incarnated into the original form.

These Murong Xiu naturally didn't know.

Now that there is a soul sculpture as a guide, it has greatly stimulated the evolution process of Mao Xiaobai, it can be said that the soul sculpture is just an auxiliary material for its transformation, and everything is due to its previous accumulation in the side of the Divine Venerable Xuantian Sect.

You have to understand that its previous accumulation is not as simple as a little soul shaping energy, but the purest and supreme divine power, and then after thousands of years of nourishment by the primordial qi of the human realm, even if Murong Xiu does not get the soul formation, under the cultivation of the immortal power of the immortal realm, I am afraid that it will not take long to complete the transformation of the White Tiger Sword.

With the soul as the foundation, the different stones as the supplement, the divine power as the source, and the traction of the soul shaping energy, the soul sword of the white tiger will finally manifest its true body on this day and ask the top immortal realm.

Whew!~

This tiger roar resounded through the sea, and at the same time spread to the outside world, when it can be said that the tiger roar shook the mountains and forests, the tiger is the king of the jungle, scared the birds and beasts within hundreds of zhang around to run in all directions, and a little just hit the prohibition set by the two of them, and the head broke blood for a while.

Shuo Feng Hunt watched this scene from a distance, knowing what was happening, and couldn't help but lose his mind for a while, more from the fear of his heart. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of result he would have ended up with if he had chosen to abandon Murong Xiu just now.

A prohibition of hundreds of zhang in size, how much magic power does it take to arrange it in a wave of the hand?

In the Zhandao area, in an extremely hidden hill, a big event is being staged at this moment that is enough to shake the entire immortal realm. It's a pity that within a radius of hundreds of zhang, they are all imprisoned by two powerful prohibitions, and from the outside, they look as peaceful as ever, and they can't see the slightest abnormality.

Shuo Feng Hunt witnessed all this with his own eyes, and as one of those in the know, he certainly felt incredible about the appearance of the Blood Qilin Star Soul, but what worried him even more was the two people with great supernatural powers who were so powerful that he couldn't resist in the slightest.

He didn't know the names of the two of them, and he hadn't seen their true faces, but as long as he thought that the great supernatural powers outside were from the Qilin clan, and he saw the secret of Murong Xiu's body, he was afraid, afraid that the great supernatural powers of the Qilin clan would kill him on the spot in order to protect the big secret on Murong Xiu's body.

At this moment, he didn't dare to move, let alone think, if he had a choice, he would rather choose to never meet Murong Xiu, but now it was too late to say anything, he was afraid that Murong Xiu would be able to wake up as soon as possible, and still be able to take care of the friendship between them, so that it would be enough to spare his life.

Just as Shuofeng Hunt was deeply regretting, a sword light seemed to fall from above the Nine Heavens, accompanied by an excitable and powerful tiger roar, hanging above Murong Xiu's head.

The sword qi turned into shape, turning virtual into real, and finally turned into a white tiger of nearly ten zhang in size, on the forehead, the texture of the king character was clearly visible, and the blue pupils were full of the majesty of being a holy beast in the four directions.

Murong Xiu also woke up at this time, but a hint of worry appeared between his eyebrows. And in the next moment, his will became extremely resolute again, and he flew and jumped on the back of the white tiger.

Closing his eyes and pondering, the power of his vast divine consciousness rippled in an instant.

The next moment, he half-squatted down, pressed his palm to the head of the white tiger, and said something in his mouth.

"Western White Tiger, return to its place!"

He was greeted with a roar of a jungle-shaking tiger, and at the same time, the white tiger turned into a sword in a burst of dazzling light.

The sword is nearly four feet long, about the size of an adult's palm, the sword body is white jade and silver, with black and red tiger-shaped carvings, the tiger's head reaches both sides of the sword, divided into two halves, and the sword blade is buried in it, but it can still be seen that the sword blade and the white tiger head on both sides are not one, and should be able to be extended.

Perhaps, this is in response to the rumors of the white tiger position in the west, Tibet is peaceful in the world, out of the killing of Kyushu, Zangfeng also hides blood, the blood-red tiger body in the middle of the sword body may be hidden under the sword blade.

The jaw of the sword is composed of a huge white tiger head, black vertical ears, green pupils, fangs, fierce and more than ferocious, and murderous. The two sides are like the sharp thorns of the tiger's claws, the front is long and the back is short, very metallic cold, and the back handle, which is actually transformed by the tiger's tail, with a black texture on it.

The whole sword makes people look like it should be mixed between heavy and light, giving people a majesty, but it hides a murderous intention, revealing an endless ferocity and killing meaning, which makes people dare not underestimate it.

The transformed White Tiger Soul Sword was the same as the illusory form it had before it was formed, without the slightest change.

Jin Yao Taibai, also known as Chang Geng, the main culprit, his position is the white tiger, and he lives and kills!

Once when he was in the human realm of Zhongzhou, Murong Xiu's wife Yan Ruyu had commented on this sword, when he hid Feng, it may be no different from other good swords, and once Zangfeng is born, he will turn into a fierce sword, and he will return to blood.

By the moment Murong Xiu held the hilt of the sword, he finally understood Mao Xiaobai's worries. At this time, the soul of the White Tiger was truly formed, and after countless years of cultivation by the Divine Venerable Xuantian Sect with divine power, the energy attached to the sword had almost exceeded the limit of what he could control.

Fortunately, his divine consciousness has also undergone the baptism of soul molding, if it is replaced by the baptism, I am afraid that he will not even be able to hold it.

In the palm of his hand, a dazzling light faintly erupted, and only he knew best that it was an unspeakable energy impacting his hand. The existence of this energy completely ignores his immortal power, and can only be fought against with the energy of divine consciousness.

"Mao Xiaobai, you're trying to kill me!"

He gritted his teeth tightly, not daring to let go at all, for fear that as soon as he let go of the White Tiger Soul Sword, he would leave him, as long as he held the sword, he still had hope, even if he gritted his teeth, even if he was seriously injured, he would never let the White Tiger Soul Sword leave him.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but let out a wild roar, and raised the sword high with all his might, and the power of divine consciousness instantly poured into the sword, and then slashed down.

With the impact of the power of divine consciousness, the energy on the sword's body deviated, and it suddenly turned into a white tiger and rushed into the jungle.

The next moment, in the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest, in a dazzling white light, all the plants and trees were torn apart and shattered under the energy of the riot, turning into flying ashes and scattered between heaven and earth.

The earth was shaking, the beasts were jumping, and it was as if the end times were coming, until the energy of the riot gradually subsided, and then slowly returned to calm.

But in fact, the energy on the White Tiger Soul Sword was still chaotic, constantly trying to get out of Murong Xiu's control.

From a distance, Shuo Feng Hunt could see blood hanging from the corners of Murong Xiu's mouth, as if he was making a final effort. He had always been well-informed, and knew that this was a clash of mental powers, perhaps out of friendship or for his own safety.

He couldn't care about it so much, and a pill appeared in the palm of his hand between his hand, and then he threw it at Murong Xiu in great pain.

"This pill is called Condensation, and it will be of great benefit to you. ”

At this time, Murong Xiu felt that the power of his divine consciousness was gradually decreasing, and Shuofeng Hunter could give him the condensation at this time was tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow, and he opened his mouth to swallow it without thinking about it.

The two of them, who were far away from the prohibition, wanted to help, but when they saw this, they immediately stopped acting, and with the vision of the two of them, how could they not know the effect of this 'Divine Concentration Pill'.

Condensing Divine Pill, as the name suggests, has the effect of condensing divine consciousness, which can make the divine sea of the eater more stable, and has the same effect as the solid foundation Peiyuan mentioned by the immortal cultivator, which shows how powerful the effect of this pill is on divine consciousness, and has always been regarded as a priceless treasure by the detergent array master, and it is difficult to find one for tens of millions of gold.

At this time, Shuo Feng Hunt actually gave the Condensing Pill to Murong Xiu, although he was reluctant to say it, but it also showed how much he cherished this friendship.

Seeing that Murong Xiu's divine sense was full of power, as if he had returned to his peak state, the two of them finally put their minds at ease, and they murmured quietly.

"Pangu clan, count my Qilin clan as owing you a favor. ”

As for how big this favor is, it will not be known until the Pangu clan is in danger in the future, and it is only then that Shuofeng Hunt is glad that his choice at this time has what significance it has to the Pangu clan.

Feeling the changes in the Divine Sea, Murong Xiu finally understood the effect of the Divine Concentration Pill, looked back with difficulty and thanked Shuo Feng Hunt, and then his whole body shook up, and once again attacked the White Tiger Soul Sword with the power of his divine sense.

During this period, the soul of the white tiger kept making bursts of tiger roars, some were irritable, some were angry, and there were also the expectations of Mao Xiaobai, who could still maintain a trace of consciousness, for him.

Nearly two hours passed, and one person and one sword stood in the void like this, and as time passed, not only did the resistance on the White Tiger Soul Sword become weaker and weaker, and Mao Xiaobai regained the dominance, but also Murong Xiu's divine sense power fell to the lowest again, and he was afraid that it would be exhausted in less than a pillar of incense.