Netherworld Immortal

All of a sudden, hundreds of evil spirit tigers were caught in the red-blooded and purple-electric killing formation stimulated by Xu Yang.

Xu Yang suddenly squatted down, pressing his hands tightly on the ground in front of him.The Buddha's spirit veins, the heavenly ghost's spirit veins, the Daoguo spirit veins and the Haoran Tianmai in his body are all running in unison.

Pure mana poured into the killing formation under his feet like a great river, and the huge killing formation shook for a while.

A radius of a hundred miles has already turned into a barrier, a barrier of killing full of fire and electricity.

With Xu Yang's mana mobilizing, Huoxi and Zidian circled and twisted together in the red blood purple lightning killing formation.

The fire takes advantage of the electric potential, and the electricity takes advantage of the fire, and in a blink of an eye there are hundreds of fire and electric tornadoes.

Each of these fire tornadoes is hundreds of feet in size.

With Xu Yang's consciousness moving, hundreds of fire and electric tornadoes strangled and killed hundreds of evil spirit tigers in the magic circle like a huge electric fire sword formation.

boom boom boom boom

The sound of explosions can be heard endlessly, the light and light of fire swirls, the wind sweeps across, and the evil atmosphere is completely shattered.

The bodies of the hundreds of evil spirit tigers collapsed one after another, turning into an inescapable evil atmosphere, and the roaring sound swallowed up their wailing.

It's a long story, from Xu Yang launching the killing formation to completely slaughtering more than a hundred evil spirit tigers, it only took a dozen or so breaths.

In a dark corner of the evil depression, the boy in the yellow shirt and the cute cat in his arms were trembling.

"What is this guy going to do? He actually destroyed my hundred evil tigers in one fell swoop. Without the evil tigers, I can't see or hear their situation now. Will they rush over and kill the two of us? "The boy in the yellow shirt's face was ashen, as if he had been slapped a few times in anger, and his mood was extremely depressed.

The evil tigers he is good at controlling have never missed for thousands of years, and the pride of thousands of years was swept away by Xu Yang's killing trick.

"Zaomao" the cute cat in the yellow shirt boy's arms stretched out its claws and scratched the back of the yellow shirt boy's hand fiercely, while making a strange cry.

On the back of the boy's hand in yellow shirt, there were deep bloodstains scratched by the cute cat, and bright red flowed out.

The boy in the yellow shirt may have felt the pain on the back of his hand. He withdrew his hand and said, "Xiaohu, thank you for reminding me. As long as there is an evil atmosphere, I cannot be defeated. I can start again." Illusion of a hundred evil tigers only needs a hundred hairs on your body to start

Saying that, the boy in the yellow shirt grabbed the cute cat's neck and squeezed it hard.

Aiming, the cute cat let out a scream, and a piece of its neck was bald.

The boy in the yellow shirt rubbed the cat hair back and forth on the wound on the back of his hand, and silently recited an evil mantra in his heart: "Soul and blood are sacrifices, blood and souls are the matchmaker, evil tiger spirit, listen to me."

The huge evil spirit depression suddenly trembled, and the remaining evil atmosphere began to roll, and the shape of a tiger was faintly visible.

As soon as Xu Yang's mana was withdrawn, the scarlet blood and purple lightning killing array suddenly retreated.

Almost at the same time, the black boy Zhang Li patted the spiritual pet bag on his waist with his right hand, and a black light flew out.The black light faded, revealing his spiritual pet, the three-eyed bear.

As soon as the Naba bear appeared, he first sniffed it with his nose. Its eyes fixed on one direction, flashing a bloodthirsty look, and it whimpered.

"I found it." Hei boy Zhang Li's eyes turned cold, "Hei Dan, let's go."

The black boy jumped onto the back of the three-eyed bear.

The three-eyed tyrant bear chased the wind with four claws, carrying the black boy Zhang Li and ran away in one direction.The speed was so fast that the shadows of people and bears could not be seen clearly, only a black whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, the three-eyed tyrant bear carried Hei Xiao Zhangli and rushed thousands of feet away.

"Barbarian Bear Clash!"

Suddenly, a phantom of a tens of feet tall Tyrannical Bear suddenly appeared outside the three-eyed Tyrannical Bear.

boom!

There was a loud cracking sound, and the counterattacking wind swept across ten miles.

Crash.

As if the space was shattered, pieces of transparent fragments collapsed and flew at the place of collision.

After the fragments, the boy in the yellow shirt who was casting the spell and the cute cat in his arms were forced to appear.

The boy in the yellow shirt's spellcasting was interrupted. In a panic, he ran away with his cute cat in one hand.

Standing on the back of the three-eyed bully, Zhang Li shouted: "Coward! Where are you going?"

The word "coward" pierced into the ears of the boy in yellow shirt, and his galloping pace stopped suddenly.He turned his head slowly, bared his teeth and yelled like a beast, "Who do you call a coward?"

The word coward was like three extremely sharp swords, piercing the deepest part of the boy in yellow shirt's heart.

1000 years ago.

Southern Beast Alliance, Tyrant Tiger Tribe.

A boy in a yellow shirt who looked about ten years old held a sharp short knife in his hand, the tip of the knife reflected dazzling light in the sun.

Opposite the boy in the yellow shirt was a white lamb tied to a stake.On the head of the white lamb was a pair of horns that were only a few inches in size, and the surface of the horns was wrapped with old cloth several times, completely without any lethality.

The boy in the yellow shirt looked at the lamb on the opposite side, his eyes were flickering, and he whispered in his mouth: "You sheep, I, Hudun, will be the future number one warrior of the Bahu tribe. Now you surrender to me, Mr. Hudun, I I will consider to spare your life. Otherwise, the dagger in my hand will be bloody."

The white lamb looked at the boy in the yellow shirt and muttered to himself without any fear. Instead, it shook its horns and threw its hooves to the ground. If it wasn't tied to a rope, it might have rushed over. Use its horn to bump against the boy in the yellow shirt opposite.

After several attempts, the white lamb couldn't break free from the rope, so he simply ignored the boy in yellow.

The hand of the boy in the yellow shirt holding the short knife kept shaking, and the arm holding the knife kept pressing down as if a short knife weighed a hundred catties.

The boy in the yellow shirt was so anxious that the corners of his eyes burst into tears, and the tears rushed into his nasal cavity and into his mouth, salty and astringent, it tasted like a coward.

"I'm not a coward," the boy in yellow yelled wildly, but his hand holding the dagger was let down, extremely heavy.

His head was filled with the jeering voices of his fellow tribesmen.

"Hu Dun is a coward."

"He also dreams of being a warrior of our Bahu tribe."

"He can't even kill a sheep."

"And it's a chained sheep."

"it's so funny."

"coward"

"coward"

咩

The white lamb tied to the stake seemed a little tired and let out a soft cry. It wasn't afraid of the boy in the yellow shirt holding a dagger at the opposite side.Because, the knife in the yellow shirt boy's hand has been raised, lowered, raised again, and lowered again, dozens of times.What a boring show.

The boy in the yellow shirt glared at the lamb opposite, and even you laughed at me.

"I am going to kill you!"

Shouting wildly, the boy closed his eyes, took a step forward, and waved the dagger in his hand wildly.

Swords and lights intertwined, bang bang bang!

The young man didn't know how many knives he had made, and he didn't stop until his arm wielding the short knife was a little tired.

But he still didn't dare to look up, he was born afraid of blood, he was afraid of seeing the little white sheep being dyed bright red.

The boy lowered his head and muttered softly: "The lamb stopped barking? It must have been killed by me. The bang bang bang sound just now must have been pierced by my dagger through its head, its throat, and its heart. I, Hudun, want to be a warrior of the Tyrannosaurus tribe, just like

Like my father who died in the tribal war, be a brave warrior of the Tyrannosaurus tribe who is not afraid of death. "

The boy lowered his head and stood there in a daze.

Tick, tick, the sweat dripping from his cheeks wet the ground under his feet.He was drenched all over, it was the sweat of exhaustion, and it was the sweat of fear of blood.

咩

A familiar sheep call came out.

The young man loosened his body, as if he had removed the heavy shackles and was relieved.A thought flashed through his mind: "I didn't kill that sheep, there's no blood here."

The boy suddenly looked up.

The white lamb was gnawing on the green grass comfortably on the opposite ground.Under the stakes that were originally used to bind the lambs, there were scattered grass ropes that had been cut.

The boy laughed loudly, and he laughed very relaxed, because he was originally extremely afraid and loathed blood, he was a natural coward.

Laughing a little weakly, the young man panted heavily, pointed the short knife in his hand and said: "You bastard, you are not dead."

The lamb glanced at the young man, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

咩

The lamb ran furiously, and in a blink of an eye it came up to the boy, lowered its head, and raised it again.

boom!

The young man's thin body was overturned to the ground, and with a clang, the dagger in his hand fell aside.

oops

The boy stroked his head, as if he had a big bag.

Hehe, the boy hugged the lamb and smiled silly.

The sun that was setting in the west sprinkled on the boy and the lamb, dyeing the boy and the lamb red. It was not blood, but warm light.

half year later.

A ruthless war fell like a devil on the tribe where the young Hudun lived.The tribe the boy belonged to was just a very small branch of the Bahu tribe. There were not many people in the first place, and it was completely unable to withstand the planned attack and killing of the hostile tribe.

The boy was timid, hiding in the corner in fear, trembling.

He covered his mouth with his hands, not daring to make a sound. He lowered his head and covered his eyes and ears.

"I'm a coward, I'm a coward, I'm a coward." The boy kept repeating these words in his heart, giving him a reason not to rush out to fight.

I don't know how long it took, but the surroundings gradually became quiet.

The boy crawled out of the haystack where he was hiding.

He saw that the entire tribe had been slaughtered.

The tribal elder whose head was cut off, the tribal warrior whose chest was cut open, and those friends who laughed at him all became cold and speechless.Even the little white sheep that he used to practice courage on weekdays fell into a pool of blood.

"I'm afraid of blood, I'm a coward." The boy trembled all over, and he held the blood-stained lamb in his arms, "Little Bai, move."

His hands were covered with lamb's blood, and the residual warmth was still there.

For some reason, an urge to lick blood rose in his heart.Blood is strange to him, but also full of fear and mystery.

He put the lamb's blood-stained finger to his mouth and licked it.

"Is this what blood tastes like? Tastes better than anything I've ever eaten."

Inspired by the power of blood, a natural bloodthirsty force hidden in the young man burst out suddenly.The powerful blood soul breath exploded a crater with a radius of hundreds of feet under the young man's feet.

The voice of "I'm not a coward" was heard for ten miles, but no one in the lonely tribe could hear it.

After that, a bloodthirsty and powerful warrior appeared in the Bahu tribe. Just by devouring the blood soul, his physical strength would improve by leaps and bounds. No one was his opponent. He easily slaughtered 600 people from the hostile tribe by himself.

Blood tiger is his notoriety.