boom!

When Feng Jingyu was worried, what he was worried about still happened.

There was a violent collision in the dense forest, and the earth trembled. Fighting must have broken out.

"Fuck it, it's just a little bit too late, can't you come later?" Feng Jingyu was anxious, "I made Lao Tzu anxious, and Lao Tzu drew the thunder to kill you!"

At a distance of more than a hundred meters from Feng Jingyu, a three-meter long and one-meter high spirit tiger was besieged by a dozen people.

This spirit tiger has the strength of the first-order five patterns, but the opponent is a beast-controlling division. Although there is no spirit stage realm, there are six or seven cultivators on the sixth and seventh floors of the apocalyptic realm.

There were already many scars on this Linghu's body, and the blood was dripping down.

"Be careful, there is a cub in its stomach. You must catch it alive and let him give birth to the cub, then we will develop." Among the group of monks, the old man standing at the back struck Pointing with his beard.

He is the head of this beast control group and a beast control division.

The soul figure of the Beast Controlling Division is not the most powerful monk, but the Beast Controlling division.

If there is no master, even if they catch the spirit beast, they can't tame it, and in the end they can only kill the meat eating.

With the master of the beast control, you can get money by capturing the spirit beast.

The cultivators of the Beast Controlling Division were also very excited. This spirit tiger has at least two cubs in one child. Once it is born, it can be sold for a month or two after being raised.

Spirit beasts like Linghu are still very pleasing. There are many people who buy them, and the prices are relatively high.

"Brothers, be careful, this is a big vote." The most powerful cultivator of the eighth-level Apocalypse realm in the Beast Controlling Division said with a grinning smile.

"Deal with him, exhaust its energy." A monk suggested.

These monks began to attack continuously, but they didn't hurt the life of the spirit tiger, they just needed to consume the spirit tiger's power, and it would be much easier to catch it alive.

However, Linghu didn't want to consume them. It kept roaring and wanted to rush out of the encirclement. The ancient trees around were hit by Linghu, and it was a mess.

Feng Jingyu was anxious, he felt that the battle was getting closer and closer to him.

"If you get closer, I will kill you." Feng Jingyu was furious.

The battle continued, but there was an accident. Another group of Beast Controlling Division appeared. Seeing Linghu injured and pregnant, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"I said, old man Mo, this spirit tiger is not easy to deal with, let me help you." In another group of Beast Controlling Division, a thin and shriveled old man laughed and said.

"Withered old ghost, there is no such thing as your **** here, how far you go." Old man Mo's face became ugly.

It is clear that they want to share a piece of the pie, how could Old Man Mo do such a thing.

"Old man Mo, I'm sincerely helping you, besides, it's said that you have a share of the audience." The old ghost said with a smile.

"If you dare to intervene, don't blame us for being impolite at that time." The old man Mo did not speak. He, the deputy head of the Beast Controlling Division, the cultivator on the eighth floor of Qi Realm that day was furious.

"Then see who is capable." The deputy head of the old ghost withered bone is also a monk of the eighth floor of the Apocalypse Realm, with a burly figure and a hideous face.

The old ghost withered bone gave his deputy commander a look, and the deputy commander immediately understood, and then waved his hand: "Brothers, follow me and help the brothers of the Black Wind Control Beast Division."

The people on the side of the withered old ghost were naturally very excited, and screamed and rushed up.

"Wang Meng, you bastard, I have never finished with you." The deputy commander of the Black Wind Control Beast Division furiously said.

"Xiao Xu, there is a lot of people and strength. If we join in, we will definitely win Linghu easily." Wang Meng said with a smile.

When Linghu saw another group of people came, he was completely outraged, and roared, he continued to spray out golden rays of spiritual energy.

The cultivators who rushed to the front were all cultivators above the fifth floor of the Apocalypse Realm. The cultivators below the fifth floor could not stop the attack of the spirit tiger. They only prevented the spirit tiger from rushing out.

Linghu kept hitting, but he couldn't rush out, but he kept approaching Feng Jingyu here.

At this time, it was less than 30 meters away from the place where Feng Jingyu was practicing, and Feng Jingyu could see the shadows of those people.

"Fuck, it's really here." Feng Jingyu's eyes widened, full of anger.

But he had no way now. The distance was so far, he couldn't attack it so far if he wanted to cause the lightning to strike.

Perhaps after hearing the tiger's roar, Xiao Baihu poked his head out of Feng Jingyu's arms and looked outside, his eyes ticking around, as if he had found a relative.

"That's not your relative, you are the White Tiger, and they are the Linghu, and they have no blood relationship." Feng Jingyu said angrily.

But Xiao Baihu didn't seem to listen, jumped out of Feng Jingyu's arms, and rushed outside.

Feng Jingyu was startled, and whispered: "Xiaobai, come back soon."

Xiao Baihu ignored Feng Jingyu and still rushed towards Linghu. Feng Jingyu had no choice. If Xiao Baihu was discovered, those who controlled the beast division would definitely be crazy.

At this time, he decisively gave up his cultivation and rushed out. At the same time, he started to mobilize the sky thunder in his body by running the ancient method, ready to bombard with the sky thunder at any critical moment.

The little white tiger had now appeared less than 20 meters away from the spirit tiger, and that old man Mo had very sharp eyes, and he saw the fluffy little white tiger all at once.

His eyes widened at once, almost shouting, but he immediately held back, with great excitement in his heart, secretly glanced at the withered old ghost to see if the withered old ghost was too. Found.

He saw the old ghost withered bones and didn't notice it, so he rushed towards the little white tiger silently, so that a little white tiger had no attack power at all, and it was easy to get that.

Feng Jingyu found that Old Man Mo was approaching the little white tiger, immediately used Jinghongbu to speed up his pace, a flash to save the little white tiger and suddenly put it into the space belt.

When Old Man Mo saw Feng Jingyu appear, he took Xiao Baihu away, and he was furious, "Boy, hand it over."

"This was originally my spirit beast, why should I give it to you?" Feng Jingyu said.

"Rely on my strength." The old man Mo was very domineering, and he didn't follow the wind Jingyu nonsense, he just shot.

The strength of this old man is not bad, he has reached the sixth level of the Apocalypse Realm. If he makes a move, Feng Jingyu will definitely not be able to beat.

Moreover, Old Man Mo still has so many accomplices here, once a fight starts, he will definitely not be able to leave.

Feng Jingyu gritted his teeth at this time and went straight to Linghu. Old man Mao shouted, "Where to go!"

Feng Jingyu approached the fighting area, and when Old Man Mo chased him, he immediately triggered the sky thunder.

Boom!

There was a thunderbolt in the sunny day, and everyone on the scene jumped. Suddenly, it was struck by a sky of thunder.

Old man Mo was shocked. He was relatively close to Feng Jingyu. Thunder fell that day. Although he couldn't break him, the remaining prestige was enough for him to drink a pot.

The other monks who were fighting were also shocked, and quickly stepped back.

The sky thunder smashed down, and Feng Jingyu was bathed in thunder light. The old man Mo was shaken out by the thunder light. His whole body was charred, but he was still alive.

Feng Jingyu waved his hand, and a dart flew towards Old Man Mo with thunder light.

Old man Mo had been smashed into pieces at this time, so there was no way to avoid this blow.

puff!

The dart pierced the middle of the eyebrows of Old Man Mo, and Old Man Mo explained in an instant.

The others were also shocked by Tian Lei's aftermath, some of them retreated slowly, their hair was smoky, their bodies scorched and their clothes tattered.

"Go!"

The old ghost withered bone was frightened and immediately drank, running faster than anyone else.

The rest of the monks were also very scared, and if such a sky thunder came again, they would definitely be over.

All of a sudden ran away.

Feng Jingyu stopped working the ancient method, but a sky thunder still struck down.

Feng Jingyu directly raised his **** to the sky.

Having endured two sky thunders, Feng Jingyu was already at odds with each other, and this method of attracting sky thunders could not be used frequently. This was killing one thousand enemies and hurting one thousand eight hundred.

If he didn't kill all his opponents, he would be dizzy, and it would be easy for his opponent to find the right opportunity.

Feng Jingyu saw that Linghu had also been smashed out, and there was a big hole in his body bleeding, but he was not dead.

"Hmm..."

At this time, Feng Jingyu heard Xiaobai humming. Although he didn't understand, he also knew what Xiaobai meant.

"For Xiaobai's sake, I'll save your life." Feng Jingyu said, he directly carried the spirit tiger, which had nearly a thousand catties, and quickly disappeared into this dense forest.

Feng Jingyu quickly walked out of the dense forest and came to a mountain col, put the Linghu down, took a few breaths, and said: "If it's not for the improvement of strength, I can't carry you."

Feng Jingyu said, took out the medicine he had prepared and applied it to Linghu's body to stop the blood from the wound.

Xiaobai crawled out of the space belt, sniffed in front of Linghu, then crawled under Linghu's belly, biting one of Linghu's **** and began to suck.

When Feng Jingyu saw this scene, he understood why Xiaobai had to save the spirit tiger before, because he wanted to drink tiger milk.

"I spent such a great effort, and stopped his cultivation, just to make you breastfeed?" Feng Jingyu was really angry and funny.

Xiaobai didn't see the milk for a long time, and was a little unhappy. Feng Jingyu said, "Linghu hasn't given birth yet? There will be milk for a few days."

After a while, Linghu opened his eyes slightly. After seeing Feng Jingyu, he immediately became vigilant and hummed a warning.

It wanted to get up, but it was so badly hurt that it couldn't get up at all.

Feng Jingyu hugged Xiaobai and said, "I want to kill you, you are dead early."

Xiaobai poked his head out and "hew" at Linghu for a while. After Linghu saw Xiaobai, his eyes suddenly became docile.