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Chapter 345: Fighting has nothing to do with me

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    The wild tiger was like a wild god descending, swallowing up the mountains and seas with its fury. With a roar of the tiger, all the demons moved together, shocking Luoshan City. All the monks looked up and were immediately shocked.

    He was fierce, like a wild tiger from ancient times reappearing. A pair of tiger eyes as big as copper bells shot out cold lightning, and wherever he looked, there seemed to be blood and killing.

    Roar~!  The wild tiger roared and ran quickly, leaving ink traces in the sky, like a paintbrush drawn by gods and demons, approaching Song Yulin.

    kill!  kill!  kill!  

    Seven killing cries, like the horn of an endless battlefield, peerless murderous intent soaring into the sky, terrifying fluctuations overwhelming the sky, an invisible temperament gathered on the wild tiger, he is like the destroyer of heaven and earth, blessed with destruction and fierce power, imposing momentum  Such an erupting volcano rises rapidly.

    "Fight with Mr. Tiger!" He was as deep as the sea, waving his tiger claws and shaking his tail. He was as brave as a bloody war god and directly suppressed Song Yulin.

    Song Yulin was like a small boat, trapped in a huge disaster. The boat was drifting, as if it would be knocked over and destroyed at any time, but he kept flying high into the sky, higher than the prodigies who were fighting in groups.

    "This tiger is really terrifying!" The monks were all terrified, their hearts beating with fear, and their souls filled with fear.

    "It is rumored that he has awakened his bloodline not long ago, but now, he is so terrifying! This overwhelming fierce power is like the roar of an ancient tiger!"

    "The Supreme Demon Race is no weaker than the ferocious White Tiger. He has competed with the Great Demon Race Emperor in ancient times and is also a generation of heroes. He shines brightly in the sky. If he continues to grow, how terrifying will this tiger be!? Maybe he can step into the Supreme Generation.  !Become a Teenage Supreme!"

    "Yes, after all, he is a monster going to the Ten Thousand Saints Realm! I heard that the one from the Ten Thousand Saints Realm is no weaker than the Holy Son of Dayan."

    Although the cultivators were completely shocked and frightened, they were full of praise for Huanghu's future.

    "Is he really a demon from the Feng Shui Land?"

    "Idiot, you are still saying this now, isn't it obvious? Look at the Wild Tiger and Thunderbird yesterday, and look at it now. The geniuses of Feng Shui Land are generally stronger, as if they have received some special baptism!"

    ¡°I don¡¯t know what happened in the Feng Shui Land. Wang Daju appears there.¡±

    "Although the geniuses of Feng Shui Land are strong, they are from Feng Shui Land after all. Song Yulin is known as a rare talent in Fuyun Land that is rare in a thousand years!"

    Even though some monks saw Huang Hu¡¯s mighty and domineering attitude, they still didn¡¯t think highly of him.

    "The Purple Clouds Cave in the Feng Shui Land can kill gods! Today is different from the past. Times have changed. Such a view may be severely slapped in the face in the future."

    "Hey, times have really changed. If you look at the past, there were only a few kings who could condense the King's Seal. But look at now, among these young kings, which one doesn't have the King's Seal?"

    Amid the bursts of exclamations, there were also monks who lamented the impermanence of the world and the changes of the times.

    "How strong is Wang Daju?" Someone murmured to themselves while watching this scene. After all, these Feng Shui land's geniuses, even Huang Hu, had all been defeated by Miao Jiu.

    They gradually began to fantasize about Miao Jiu¡¯s combat power.

    "Look, Wang Daju is still in Zuimeng Tower." A monk saw Miao Jiu. He was on the seventh floor. He didn't hide himself. He stood there openly and watched the excitement.

    ¡°Did the pressure just erupted from him?¡±

    "It's so scary, so cute, so handsome!" The monk was so excited that he contained three emotions in one sentence.

    "Boom, boom, boom~" The geniuses were still fighting, releasing various spells and competing with each other. Among them, Thunderbird was fighting, but without any opponent, he looked to the sky and saw that the stupid tiger was really impatient.  , and went into battle with Song Yulin.

    The thunderbird flapped its wings and flew towards Zuimeng Tower.

    "Bird, come on, come on." Meow Jiu squinted her eyes and smiled, gave way, and waved her hand to call the thunderbird over.

    Thunderbird¡¯s body shrank and became as big as Meow Jiu. It fell down and looked at the sky together.

    Suddenly, Thunderbird was startled and realized something very serious.

    Tianjiao slapped, is such a moth, was it caused by Meow Jiu?

    Thunderbird thinks it counts, but thinks it doesn¡¯t count.

    Looking at Meow Jiu beside him, Thunderbird suddenly felt that this guy was shrouded in mystery.

    "Have you expected this situation?" Thunderbird still asked.

    "Didn't you guys do it first? It has nothing to do with me." Miao Jiu blinked her eyes, a little dazed, and finally cleared her suspicions.

    The sky can be seen,.

    "Boom~!" The great sun was turbulent and suddenly exploded. The scattered holy light fell like a rain of light. It was endless, a vast water, but an extraordinary rain. The drops were like divine blades, which could cut off the souls of gods.  Broken, cleansing the world.

    "Bahuang Killing Tribulation!" Huang Hu shouted loudly, crowned with the divine rainbow rising into the sky, but exuding a terrifying aura, he attacked and killed Song Yulin. He was like a god and demon, and his terrifying pressure made people frightened.  trembling.

    ??????????? The eight words of ¡°kill¡± appeared, like an emperor, with his will, lording over the eight wastelands. Each word of ¡°kill¡± was like a calamity, domineering, soaring through the sky, as sharp as a knife, and containing peerless murderous intent.

    A broken world has been transformed. It is in dilapidated state, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, full of murderous intent.

    The eight killing words moved together, as if chaos was twisting, countless light rains shattered, Song Yulin stretched out a finger, and a sky of holy light suppressed it, but it was like a ruined picture scroll, easily torn apart by the wild tiger.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Looking at the eight big words "kill", feeling the cold air swooshing, feeling like they are falling into the ice cave, this is too damn scary!

    ?????????? Eight big words of ¡°kill¡± are pressing towards Song Yulin. With every inch of movement, the pressure is increasing and it is difficult to stop. This is Huang Hu¡¯s unique killing technique!

    Song Yulin sighed, the holy light was pure and brilliant, and the broken world where the eight ancient characters evolved seemed to ban him forever, and he would face the real Eight Desolations.

    "The Holy God descends from the sky." Song Yulin's eyes were cloudy and he scolded. Suddenly, the Holy Light rioted, and he seemed to turn into a wide open door, as if immeasurable Holy Light rushed out.

    At this time, he was as beautiful as jade, with a calm temperament, and the holy light around him was like a vast ocean, brilliant and multi-eyed, very sacred.

    Song Yulin was so brilliant that he seemed to be burning, as if he was fused with the holy light. Suddenly, a pair of big hands came out of the holy light and tightly grasped the word "kill".

    The holy light began to violently turmoil. Those big hands were about to break the word "kill" into pieces. Their arms were like pillars of heaven. The sky was trembling slightly. The space in that area seemed to be distorted. The word "kill" was suppressed like an ancient mountain. From the holy light,  , a saint-like figure emerged, extremely holy and brilliant, the word "kill" broke apart, and Song Yulin rushed out.

    "Brother Tiger, you are too impulsive." I couldn't see Song Yulin's face, couldn't hear the emotion in his words, but he took the initiative, and a nameless anger filled his heart.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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