Chapter 109 Ghost Tiger Faction
Zhaojiafang City is about one hundred and twenty miles to the west.
There is a mountain peak called Ghost Tiger Peak.
There is a sect on the peak, a first-level middle-grade spiritual vein occupying this place, called the Ghost Tiger Sect.
Early this morning, fog suddenly appeared on Guihu Peak.
At first, it was just ordinary white mist, and no one paid much attention to it.
But as the fog grew thicker and thicker, covering the entire mountain, the people on the mountain finally realized something was wrong.
In a big hall on the top of the mountain.
An old man in black robe suddenly opened his eyes, and at his feet lay a black tiger lazily. It was the Ghost Tiger, the mountain-suppressing spiritual beast of the Ghost Tiger Sect.
"Tiger King!"
The old man shouted lowly.
Guihu stood up reluctantly, raising his forelimbs slightly.
The next moment, Huying had already left the hall.
Roar!
A tiger roar came out, causing waves of ripples in the air. The gravel on the ground kept beating, and the power of sound waves alone could break gold and jade.
However, in the face of the soft and weak white fog, the whistling sound was like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any waves.
Seeing this scene, Guihu finally became serious.
A black vortex suddenly appeared in its amber pupils, and waves of black mist spread out from it.
There are still ghostly shadows hidden in the mist, which is exactly the ghost tiger's innate spiritual skill - working for the tiger.
This ghost mist swallowed up the enemies it had defeated before, turning them into ghosts and being driven by them. Although its strength was not as good as before, it was very useful as cannon fodder.
I saw a ghost figure floating into the white mist like a piece of paper, and then the ghost figure that was swallowed up by the white mist never appeared again.
A trace of fear flashed humanly in Guihu's eyes.
As a second-level monster, Ghost Tiger's intelligence is no different from that of humans, except that it cannot speak.
At this time, the old man in black robe had already left the hall.
There was also a large black formation that appeared with him, and a layer of black light appeared above the mountain gate, like a layer of dark clouds.
It was the second-level mid-level mountain-protecting formation—the Kuishui Divine Thunder Formation.
Since acquiring the Ghost Tiger, the Ghost Tiger Sect has made several waves of windfall.
As the leader, the old man in black robe immediately asked someone to arrange this mountain protection formation for his mountain gate.
After all, we walked a lot at night, and something would happen if we let something slip through the net.
What happened next was as he expected.
There was once a junior of a foundation-building monk who was unintentionally killed by him and came to look for trouble. Fortunately, there was a second-order mountain guarding formation and a ghost tiger to help him.
The foundation-building monk could only retreat in anger.
Later, two of his sect disciples were killed, and the matter was settled.
"Dad, why did you open the mountain protection formation?"
"Head!"
"Master!"
With the roar of the ghost tigers and the movement of the mountain-protecting formation, other disciples of the Ghost Tiger Sect were also startled and rushed to the main hall to join together.
"Someone is setting up a formation at our mountain gate."
The old man in black robe hummed, then raised his head and said loudly:
"Which friend wants to make this joke with Lei?"
Of course no one agreed.
The black-robed old man's eyes were filled with anger. He turned his palm and a black crystal ball appeared. Dark clouds were rolling inside, and there were even traces of thunder flashing through the dark clouds.
Although he is not a formation master, but now that the core of the formation is in his hands, and he is already familiar with running magic arts, it is not difficult to control the formation.
As he started the formation.
Thunder clouds filled the sky, and then a black thunderball as big as a watermelon slowly condensed in the middle.
"go!"
The thunder ball was Kuishui Divine Thunder. As the formation was stimulated, it shot out and exploded directly in the middle of the white mist.
This time it was no longer a failure.
Although Kuishui Divine Thunder condenses slowly, the power of each one is comparable to a full blow in the later stage of foundation building. It hits the white mist and immediately clears a large open space.
As the fog disperses.
Only then did everyone see clearly that there was a dark figure wearing dark iron heavy armor in the white mist.
The dark iron armor on the figure looks tattered. He wears a helmet that covers his face, and his whole person is wrapped in the dark iron armor.
He seemed to have noticed the prying eyes of the Ghost Tiger Sect, and suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes glowing with blood.
boom!
When the Xuanjia man stepped on it, the ground sank, and large amounts of smoke and dust rose up, as if the ground was shaking.
"Kui Shui Divine Thunder!"
The expression of the old man in black robe changed, he moved the magic circle, and the Kuishui Divine Thunder that had just been condensed suddenly fell down.
However, they never expected to face the Kuishui Divine Thunder. The Xuanjia people did not dodge and allowed themselves to be bombarded by the Divine Thunder.
Peng!
A ball of lightning exploded.
There were crackling arcs of electricity and bursts of white smoke coming out of Xuan Jiaren's body, but his movements did not pause at all.
He hit the mountain guarding formation directly and punched forward.
Click!
The black mask of light flowed and suddenly condensed into shape, like a transparent shield blocking the Xuanjia man's fist.
Time seemed to stand still.
Everyone in the Ghost Tiger Sect unconsciously held their breath.
They didn't know where they provoked such a powerful enemy, but at this moment, they just hoped that the mountain guarding formation could block this mysterious Xuanjia man.
"Suffer it!"
The black crystal ball in the hand of the old man in black robe made a slight crisp sound, and then several cracks appeared on the crystal ball.
This means that the limits of the formation have been broken, and the injuries have been fed back to the core of the formation.
"Tiger King, stop him!"
The black-robed old man operated the formation, and another sunflower water divine thunder slowly condensed.
Guihu opened his mouth, revealing a set of sharp fangs, and growled at the black-robed old man, but he refused to move.
It possesses human wisdom, so it doesn't know how powerful Xuanjia people are.
The Kuishui Divine Thunder will die after one hit, but the Xuanjia people are just like no one is doing anything wrong.
"Little Tiger."
The old man in black robe couldn't help but call out his son when he saw the ghost and the tiger was timid.
His name is Lei Dahu, and his son's name is Lei Xiaohu.
Lei Xiaohu was a young man with a pale complexion and deep eye circles. When he saw this situation, he didn't waste any time and directly slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist.
"Tiger King, if you don't take action, be careful of your tiger cubs."
He saw Lei Xiaohu holding a watermelon-sized bubble in his hand. Inside the bubble, a snow-white tiger cub curled up like a cat and fell asleep.
"Roar!"
Ghost Tiger let out a shrill roar and wanted to pounce on Lei Xiaohu, but he didn't expect Lei Xiaohu to move very fast, ready to fall.
"Tiger King, don't challenge my patience."
The ghost tiger immediately stopped moving, glanced reluctantly at the snow-white tiger cub in the bubble, jumped up, transformed into a giant tiger several feet long in mid-air, and rushed towards the Xuanjia man outside the formation.
At this time, Xuan Jiaren had already thrown his second punch.
The mountain-protecting formation is in danger, and cracks have covered the entire mask.
Whirlpools appeared in the ghost tiger's eyes, and the ghost mist spread again. Ghost shadows wailed, and as it pounced, it seemed like hundreds of ghosts were accompanying it, carrying great power.
This is another use of it as a ghost.
Can burn the ghost's life to enhance its own strength when it comes.
Now at the early stage of the second stage, its power suddenly increased to the middle stage of the second stage, but it was still not enough to face the Xuanjia people.
However, the third sunflower water divine thunder of the black-robed old man finally condensed out.
boom!
One claw, one punch, one thunder.
The three collided together.
A ball of intense light lit up on the ground, bursting out with endless light like a small sun.
The expression of the old man in black robe changed drastically, he grabbed his son and ran into the main hall.
"Head!"
"Master!"
The other disciples were stunned for a while.
He saw the completely broken black crystal ball on the ground. When he looked up, the mountain-protecting formation protecting their Ghost Tiger Sect in the sky had dispersed at some point.
Without the obstruction of the formation, the white mist swallowed up the void of the earth bit by bit and spread towards the top of the mountain.
At the end of the mist, a black shadow in black armor came like a demon.