Huge, majestic, this is an ancient beast, although it is only a shadow left behind, not the giant beast itself, but it is enough to make people frightened.

The wind and snow came suddenly, suppressing the vast universe.

That kind of qi and blood is so terrifying, it covers the sky and the earth, Huang Chen is so frightened that he doesn't dare to come nonsense, and the waves of the big river are also terrified, not to mention the mountains and mountains, all of them are trembling, like the heaven and the earth are also distorted, and they are all crawling down.

Xiangyu instantly took off the iron brush on his back and pressed two fingers in his hand, and the girl with a little charm between her eyebrows was a little afraid, but the mountain ghost laughed when she saw this white tiger.

"Found it, I'm finally back!Patriarch Bai, do you still know me!I'm Nangong, Nangong Lingyi!"

The mountain ghost became excited, and the white tiger's eyes had a cloudy light, and when he heard this shout, the tiger's palm that was originally raised was fixed in midair, and he seemed to be thinking about the meaning of the name.

"It's just a phantom, and you can talk to it?"

Xiang Yu looked surprised, and the mountain ghost was obviously very happy at this time, and called Xiang Yu's real name: "Zhong Ziguang, this is not just a phantom, this is the broken spirituality left by a master and ancestor, the inheritance of the Yu people is like this, when the Yu people die, the Shenheng beast will also die together, and among the true spirits of the Yu people, there will be some who will fall back into the Lingwei Palace, of course, these are just some small spiritual lights, and they do not affect the true spirit to enter the Styx Sea, you can see it as... Well, some of the subordinate light rain brought by the true spirit. ”

"And the Shenheng Beast, there will be a soul falling into the Lingwei Palace, in order to tutor the next generation of Yu people, each vein of Yu people is a single transmission for generations, never open the door disciples. Only when you meet the right person who is truly willing to practice the path of Yu Ren will you give the inheritance to the other party and awaken it. ”

Xiangyu, or Zhong Ziguang, he was slightly surprised, and asked: "Each vein is a single transmission, I have heard of this slightly, I read through the five thousand volumes back then, and there are also things involving Yu Ren, and I mentioned this." Now, how many veins do you have left here?"

Nangong Lingyi counted them and said, "There are still eleven veins of Yu people, and most of the rest have not yet found their heirs, and of course, a few have already perished." ”

Zhong Ziguang thought thoughtfully: "That is to say..... Well, they can also enter Lingwei Palace?"

Nangong Lingyi rolled her eyes: "How is this possible, every palace is specially built for the Yu people of this vein, and naturally only one person can enter." ”

The roar of the white tiger .... Suddenly it became bigger and bigger.

Zhong Ziguang's face suddenly fell: "Are you sure?"

Nangong Lingyi was a little strange: "Of course you're sure, do you think I'll pit you?"

Zhong Ziguang looked at Nangong Lingyi deeply, this was not the kind of affectionate vein, but a gaze as if someone in Nangong owed him how many taels of silver the Zhong family owed.

This made Nangong Lingyi even more confused, and said bluntly: "What I said is true, there is really only one person who can enter, and the others are not qualified!"

Zhong Ziguang took a deep breath, pointed to the sky, and suddenly looked a little excited:

"Yes, I believe you're telling the truth! So, now the white tiger seems ready to eradicate us as enemies!"

When his words fell, he suddenly pressed the iron pen in his hand, and suddenly a splash of ink was written, in which a sharp word "mountain" was derived, just to see the word "mountain" fall, suddenly the body of the white tiger twisted, and in the huge tiger palm that was suppressed, Qi Xi was defeated by nearly half.

But it didn't make much difference, because it only took one breath for the broken breath to reconverge.

Nangong Lingyi came back to her senses at this time, and was immediately embarrassed, and hurriedly shouted: "It's me, Patriarch Bai, don't do it, don't do it!"

"Ancestor, you don't recognize me...... Oh yes!"

The tiger's palm slapped the sky and the earth, the entire long river shook in all directions, the mountain ghost was overturned, and the white tiger seemed to be very confused, at this time he didn't care what Nangong Lingyi was shouting, with a kind of solemnity and terrible breath, to eradicate all the creatures that appeared in his eyes.

Zhong Ziguang took a deep breath, scolded the mountain ghost for being unreliable, and then took his maid away, and didn't have the heart to look at the shy appearance of his flower spirit maid who was red to the root of his ears, at this time, he only swiped the iron brush in his hand, and suddenly the ink rain in the sky rose and fell, and in an instant, it converged into a monstrous ink splashing dragon!

The dragon chanted through the ages, and the tiger was under the town!

However, with just one face, the ink dragon was torn apart, and the white tiger was extremely angry at this illusory creature that dared to provoke its majesty, and even in that gaze, the killing intent became more and more vigorous.

Nangong Lingyi sighed, at this time the black panther screamed, but in general it was still similar to a cat, and the girl took out a flute, and after thinking for a moment, as if recalling something, the red lips silently took the flute.

A desolate song resounded through the clouds, the white tiger's attack stopped, its eyes became confused, and the sense of violence and killing was gradually fading, and finally turned around, silently lying in the mountains of the great wilderness, the yellow dust was raised, the waves were monstrous, but it was deaf.

The shadow of the white tiger disappeared below the sacred mountain, hidden by the big waves, and disappeared completely.

"Hoo ......."

The bone flute in her hand was put down, and Nangong Lingyi grew a mouthful of Qi, and at this time, the black panther called twice, and she turned her head and saw Zhong Ziguang's stinky face that seemed to have suddenly become her creditor.

"A little problem, don't care. ”

"I'm going to rip your skull open right now. ”

Zhong Ziguang glared at Nangong Lingyi fiercely, and then looked at the Lingwei Palace that had fallen silent and was no longer hanging high in the immortal sky, but although the palace was falling, it was still located on the top of the sacred mountain.

Nangong Lingyi didn't care about Zhong Ziguang's eyes, but turned his head and silently glanced at the place where the shadow of the white tiger disappeared.

"Why.... Patriarch Bai doesn't recognize me?"

She didn't understand, and she was even more puzzled, this white tiger was the divine balance beast of the previous generation of ancestors, well.... In fact, I should call the ancestor of the previous generation as the master, but the time between them is too far away, so far away that my own branch of Yu people was almost thought to have perished in the years.

The appearance of Lingwei Palace shocked a lot of powerful existences at the beginning, of course, it is unknown whether they have said it until now, but the rest of the Yu people walked, maybe they didn't know that Lingwei Palace had reappeared in the world.

Even though it has been so long, millions of years, in the Great Wilderness, it is really not far away.

The snow was falling, there were lights in the distance, and the three of them went to the top of the mountain, and in that place, Nangong Lingyi saw the sculpture of the ancestor of the previous generation, or rather, the Taoist system that has been passed down for millions of years, her "master".

It was a young man, standing on the side of the palace, accompanied by a white tiger, he raised one palm, stretched out a finger, and on top of it swayed, a real red butterfly was parked.