Chapter 48 Who is not a 200-pound cutie anymore
While he was speaking, he began to swallow spiritual power in his hands, and the dark lines on the blue talisman paper began to surge crazily.
"Roar!!!" A roar of a tiger sounded that shocked the depths of people's souls.
The mermaids in the lake couldn't stand the terrible sound, and hid in the depths of the lake one after another.
The calm lake surface was rippled by layers of waves under the invisible roar.
Everyone had already held their breath, including the two disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Even though he knew that the heroic spirit ghost tiger was not coming towards him, layers of cold sweat still appeared on his back at this moment.
Bailian's eyes were alert and dangerous, and a huge white tiger with a length of five meters emerged from the black line.
The white tiger's body has colorful black lines, as black as ink like the color of a curse, outlining this huge body with a sinister ghostly aura.
Its pupils are also pitch black, with no pupils, so it looks ruthless.
Full of evil spirit, under the order of Mr. Meng, he was approaching Bai Lian alone!
The cold body of the corpse demon looks even colder under the evil aura!
If it were an ordinary person, under the power of this terrifying evil spirit, his liver and gallbladder would have been split and he would have died!
Bailian squeezed the palms of his hands that were free of cold sweat.
Although the corpse demon has no body temperature and cannot sweat, there is naturally no sweat on his hands to show that he should be nervous and frightened at the moment.
But Balian found strangely that when his eyes met the dark eyes of the heroic ghost tiger, they were extremely calm, and he even felt a little strangely kind.
The heroic spirit Guihu did not notice Balian's gradually relaxing and gentle gaze.
There was a ruthless look in a pair of tiger eyes, as if he had lost his mind.
The air machine exploded under the four tiger claws, setting off streams of bloody air and rushing in the direction of Bai Lian.
The little deer shivered and huddled at Balian's feet, but refused to leave.
Yang Zhao and Wen Kang had a knowing smile on their faces, and their eyes were scanning the surrounding space, as if they were looking for something.
So they didn't notice that at this moment, Balian raised his palm very naturally and formed seals with his fingers quickly.
The sealing method was complex but quickly condensed into shape, and even Bailian himself had a look of astonishment on his face.
He didn't know what the seals under his fingers were, but they were as natural and smooth as the Tao seals he made with his hands when he entered the cultivation state.
After outlining the last stroke with his fingers, he held the seal with his palm and patted it down on the forehead of the heroic ghost ghost tiger.
The roar of the tiger stopped suddenly.
A pair of scarlet animal pupils soon appeared in the dark eyes. Those huge pupils turned from confusion to clarity, and then from clarity to kindness.
The thick tiger claws made two muffled sounds before stopping in front of Balian.
Under everyone's gaze as a shocked thunder exploded above their heads, the heroic ghost tiger once again grew its bloody mouth.
Yang Zhao and Wen Kang were about to breathe a sigh of relief, and the corners of their mouths under the masks were gradually turning into a sarcastic arc.
At this moment, the majestic and legendary heroic spirit ghost tiger that shocked the entire audience erupted from its mouth with a roar that could break the heart.
“Meow~~~”
The raised corners of the mouth under the mask suddenly became stiff and cramped!
Mr. Meng’s little hand shook and he almost shook the blue talisman from his hand.
Everyone is defeated!
Meow?
Did they hear it wrong? ! ! !
Master Yinhu, the heroic spirit ghost tiger of the You Dynasty, who swallowed thousands of ghosts alive without blinking an eye, what were you moaning about just now?
Meow? ! !
Who are you acting coquettishly with, your majestic heroic spirit, Mr. Guihu! ! !
What blinded your majestic eyes and heart, causing you to have the illusion that you are a cute cat! !
The admiration in Lin Guiyuan's eyes became stronger. The spear in his hand returned to the shape of a golden vine, and he silently pulled up his messy hair. Someone among them suddenly stretched out his hand weakly and asked: "Meng...Mr. Meng, are you sure that this is just a ghost tiger from the Netherworld Prison?"
The corner of Mr. Meng's eyes A shining teardrop oozes out Zi, he uttered a curse word in a rare and graceless manner: "I was absolutely sure when I collected it, but now... I'm not even sure about it!"
It's so embarrassing, Lord Yinhu, please come back quickly.
Please.
Recite the summoning formula silently in your heart.
The results are useless.
The tall and powerful Ghost Prison Yin Tiger has its legs spread across its legs, like a delicate little girl.
In three steps, he walked up to Balian, and Meow Meow rubbed Balian's belly with his big, round head.
He looked like he was trying to please a licking dog.
After the cat finished pretending to be a dog, it started to pretend to be a dog, wagging its tail and begging for kisses, hugs and lifts.
Mr. Meng felt a mouthful of blood welling up in his throat, and a fishy smell surged in his mouth. He was unsteady and his eyesight turned black.
The way he opened the ghost talisman must be wrong...
Bailian touched the cold tiger head, lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand that had just formed the seal, feeling in his heart Feeling emotional for a moment.
Mr. Meng was about to burst into tears. He had raised this heroic ghost tiger for a full hundred and fifty years, feeding it delicious food every day, and even fed it with his own essence and blood.
After feeding and feeding, I fed a white-eyed wolf that beat the dog with meat buns and never came back!
Grub your teeth hard and forcefully swallow the mouthful of blood in your mouth!
He increased the intensity of his summoning technique, and spiritual power was flowing out of his palms crazily.
The pleasant spring breeze smile on his face has long been lost. He gritted his teeth and said: "The Yin Spirit Return Talisman!"
"Pfft..."
What responded to him was a muffled and thick fart sound. A large string of yin fire spewed out from the extremely smelly fart, which fell into Mr. Meng's hand and directly took it out of his hand. The extremely precious blue talisman was burned to ashes.
However, it is not completely heartless. It seems to remember that this person is the shit shoveler who has fed it for 150 years.
Yin fire spurted out from its indescribably graceful part, only burning the blue talisman paper and not injuring him at all.
But it didn’t know that this move had deeply hurt Mr. Meng’s heart.
Mr. Meng, who had always been unfazed by the collapse of the sky and was calm and calm, shook his body violently. He stretched his arms towards the nearest person as if asking for help. His eyes were blank and he said: "Someone help me."
< br>Soon someone supported him and asked with deep concern on his face: "Mr. Meng, are you okay?"
Of course, this person avoided his full-faced man with extremely sharp eyes It was a fart-smelling hand, holding his arm.
Mr. Meng looked ahead, wagging his tail, with a flattering grin on his face, like a two-hundred-pound heroic ghost tiger, and his heart ached.
Bailian did not expect that things would develop to this point.
He found that he seemed to have a special physique and was naturally attracted to these animal creatures.
The little deer is like this.
The Linyuan mermaid is like this.
Now even this Lord Yinhu... is like this.
I just don’t know why, but this scene feels a little familiar.
Could it be possible that he also had imps as pets before his death?
(End of this chapter)