Seeing this scene, the old white tiger once again praised: "The condensed consciousness is more and more perfect, and there are already various emotions, and the destruction is stronger.

It seems that you have mastered the essence. "

Once again, the old man Baihu stretched out his right hand, and the roaring phantom in his hand gradually solidified.

It is a big white tiger with hanging eyes.

The whole body is black and white stripes, and the beast power pervading its body is even more ferocious than a real dragon.

Baihu is a white tiger, fighting with Shiwang.

Purple Shiwang, with a large earring on the thick earlobe.

When Tyrant Shadow cut down, the endless sword intent was even a little crazy.

But the White Tiger is stronger than expected.

Its sharp claws were so hard that it abruptly caught the knife.

Sparks flew everywhere, igniting a raging flame.

The next moment, Bai Hu leaped forward and opened his mouth wide, with a strong smell of fish on his fangs.

He bit off Shiwang's head in one bite.

"Fourteenth formula: reversal of reincarnation,

Fifteenth style: Funeral. "

When the yin and yang reverse, the sky will be stained with my devil blood.

In an instant, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and time and space shattered.

Yin and Yang reversed, and Galaxy fell.

This knife made the world's rules go against chaos, and the yin and yang fish leaped on the tip of the knife.

Cut them down together, Bai Hu roared and wanted to block the knife.

But when its figure touched the blade, it shattered in a twisted manner.

"Interesting, not only broke the rules, but also reversed the rules," the old man Baihu laughed.

With a wave of his right hand again, another white tiger came out.

This white tiger is obviously different from the previous white tiger.

It is not only black and white stripes, but also a hint of gold.

Bai Hu's forehead opened up the third eye.

Ears were slightly raised, and there was a hint of majesty in his eyes.

Especially the two claws are sharper, as if they have evolved.

With thick hair all over, he looked at Xu Zimo very intimidatingly.

The figure leaned back slightly, and then rushed directly.

Cut out in one burial day.

The sky was once again pulled down by darkness.

This knife appeared endless darkness, as if to bury everything.

It carries the ultimate destruction, the end of all burial.

But with such a stab, the white tiger bit the tip of the knife with his mouth, and the meaning of destruction on it was swallowed into his abdomen.

Bai Hu's huge head suddenly flicked, and with a scimitar, he flew Xu Zimo away.

"Awesome," Xu Zimo steadied his figure and exclaimed.

He has seen a lot of power along the way.

Even a great emperor like God Emperor has seen it.

It's a pity that I couldn't fight against each other, because the previous strength is not enough, even if I fight against it, there will be no gain.

Secondly, they are all their own.

But this time, the opponent exists as the realm of Nirvana.

But it really made Xu Zimo feel a bit scary, even small.

He couldn't help but think of the further realm.

Great Sage? Dao fruit strong?

And what about the final twelve veins?

How powerful these existences should be.

The existence of Tianwaitian made him feel a little excited, but also a little dignified.

"Boy, I'm becoming more and more curious about the moves behind you," the old man Baihu laughed.

"Ask the sixteenth form, no birth,

The seventeenth style, God Huang. "

The so-called non-life represents the meaning of endlessness and the starting point of everything.

At the beginning of the epoch, everything in the world was in the same origin.

Even the vast universe and the stars are just one point.

The outside of the universe is already the universe, because it is infinite, and everything becomes infinite.

It is like one life two, two life three, three life all things.

This knife cut, as if a whole new world was condensed and evolved in the blade.

Although this world is short-lived.

But it really existed.

This is lifelessness, going down with the power of a virtual world.

Bai Hu roared again, the figure did not retreat but moved forward, his claws suddenly grabbed the blade.

But at this moment, drops of bright red blood flowed down from his paws.

The blade is cutting into its flesh and blood bit by bit.

"Yes, really good," the old white tiger smiled.

He raised his right hand and snorted softly: "Tianwu."

A cyan light of spiritual energy flew quickly and flew into Bai Hu's body.

The next moment, I saw the entire white tiger change again.

Its volume expanded dozens of times again, with eight faces and eight heads.

Eight-legged and eight-tailed, it looks very strange.

The white tiger's two claws grabbed Ba Ying, and the rest of the claws and the mouth of the blood basin all bite towards Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

This white tiger didn't use any other moves from beginning to end.

Instead, he used pure defense and strength to force his attack.

No matter how the moves change, it is impossible to destroy this white tiger.

He waved the Ba Ying again, and the seventeenth style came out.

The so-called Shenhuang, this is the name of Xu Zimo who fell into a small world in his previous life.

This small world is the small world created by the former Emperor Shenhuang.

It's just that it doesn't reach the mainland of China.

Xu Zimo's Shenzhou Continent has perfect rules, but it is a real world.

But Shenhuang was born incomplete, and it will eventually be destroyed after experiencing turbulence.

Xu Zimo once read the handwritten notes left by Emperor Shenhuang.

His inheritance is recorded there.

Although many things are not very useful, there are also some that benefit a lot.

The godless land, the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas, the Golden Wuluotang Valley, the **** city builds the sky.

Xu Zimo slowly raised the tyrant shadow, this is the law of godlessness.

The so-called law of gods and wildness, all kinds of martial arts, can become gods.

This **** is not a divine vein realm.

It was the real god, the mythical age that was even older than the Yuanyang Continent before the reckless era, and even disappeared in the long river of history.

At this moment, Xu Zimo seemed to be the real **** descending.

Holding a domineering shadow in his hand, he can't be a world, alone in the world.

Tyrant Ying tore through the galaxy, angrily attacked the river, and descended with a strong will of true god.

There seemed to be the murmur of the age of mythology.

For a time, time and space reversed, and it seemed that he had returned to the era when the gods stood side by side and the vast land.

"It seems that your chances are not small," the old white tiger smiled.

"But it's a coincidence, I'm a white tiger, too."

"Tian Wu~www.mtlnovel.com~ The white tiger raised his head and roared at the sky.

The roar seems to have a certain mood, which can be understood.

In the words, the words "Tian Wu" sounded long and proudly.

In the age of mythology, there was once a tribe named "Wu."

They use tigers as their totem, and the **** they worship is Tianwu.

He has eight heads and eight faces, eight legs and eight tails.

It is said that nine is the limit of heaven and earth, and it is only one step short of practice.

The white tiger and Ba Ying collided again.

A huge mushroom cloud was accompanied by a deafening explosion, resounding from the sky and the earth, and ascended into the sky together.

The people who were still fighting around were all rushed out by the aftermath.

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