Chapter 818 Blood Tiger
In an instant, hundreds of evil spirit tigers were trapped in the red blood and purple electric killing array activated by Xu Yang.
Xu Yang suddenly squatted down and pressed his hands tightly on the ground in front of him. The Buddha Spiritual Vein, Heavenly Ghost Spiritual Vein, Daoguo Spiritual Vein and Haoran Heavenly Vein in his body are all running together.
Pure mana poured into the killing formation at his feet like a river, causing the huge killing formation to shake.
A hundred miles in radius has turned into a barrier, a barrier full of fire and electricity, a killing barrier.
With the activation of Xu Yang's magic power, the fire breath and purple lightning were circling and twisting together in the red blood and purple lightning killing array.
Fire borrowed electricity, electricity borrowed fire, and in a blink of an eye, fire and electric tornadoes appeared, numbering in the hundreds.
Each of these fire and electricity tornadoes is hundreds of feet tall.
Xu Yang's consciousness moved, and hundreds of fire and electricity tornadoes strangled the hundreds of evil spirit tigers in the array like a huge electric fire sword array.
Boom boom boom boom boom...
The sound of explosions is endless, the fire and lightning are whirling, the strong wind is sweeping, and the evil atmosphere is completely shattered.
The bodies of the hundreds of evil tigers collapsed one after another, turning into an evil atmosphere that could not escape. The roaring sound swallowed up their wails.
It's a long story, from the time Xu Yang launched the killing array to the time he completely slaughtered more than a hundred evil spirit tigers, it only took a dozen breaths.
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In a dark corner of Xie Fen Depression, the boy in 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 go. Without the evil tigers, I can't see or hear their situation now. Will they rush over and kill us two?" "The boy in yellow shirt's face was livid, as if someone had slapped him in the mouth several times, and his mood was extremely low.
The evil spirit Baihu, which he is good at controlling, has never failed in thousands of years. The pride of the past thousands of years was wiped away by Xu Yang's killing array move.
"Ai-ai-" The cute cat in the yellow-shirted boy's arms stretched out its claws and scratched the back of the yellow-shirted boy's hand fiercely, while making a strange cry.
On the back of the hand of the boy in yellow shirt, there were deep blood marks scratched by the cute cat, with bright red bleeding out.
The young man in yellow shirt may have felt the pain on the back of his hand. He retracted his hand and said, "Xiaohu, thank you for reminding me. As long as the evil atmosphere is there, I cannot be defeated. I can start again." To conjure up hundreds of evil tigers, I only need a hundred more hairs on your body.”
As he said that, the boy in yellow shirt grabbed the cute cat by the neck and pulled it hard.
Look -, the cute cat screamed, and a bald patch appeared on its neck.
The boy in yellow shirt rubbed the bunch of cat hair back and forth on the wound on the back of his hand, and silently recited the evil curse in his heart: "Soul and blood are sacrifices, blood and soul are matchmakers, evil tiger spirits, listen to my command... "
The huge evil spirit depression suddenly trembled, and the remaining evil atmosphere began to roll, and the shape of a tiger was vaguely visible.
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As Xu Yang's magic power was withdrawn, the red blood and purple electric killing array suddenly converged.
Almost at the same time, the black boy Zhang Li slapped 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 Naha Bear appeared, he sniffed it with his nose first. His eyes were fixed in one direction, bloodthirsty flashing in his eyes, and he whined lowly.
"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 Black Boy Zhang Li and running wildly in one direction. The speed was so fast that the shadows of the man and the bear could not be seen clearly, only a black whirlwind was visible.
In the blink of an eye, the three-eyed bear carried Hei Xiao Zhangli and ran thousands of feet away.
"Barbaric Technique—Bear Crash!"
Suddenly, a shadow of a dozens-foot-tall Tyrant Bear suddenly appeared outside the three-eyed Tyrant Bear.
boom!
A huge explosion sound was heard, and the counterattacking wind swept across ten miles.
Crash.
As if the space was shattered, transparent fragments flew away at the collision point.
After the fragments, the boy in yellow shirt who was casting a spell and the cute cat in his arms were forced to appear.
The boy in yellow shirt's spellcasting was interrupted. In a panic, he took his cute cat in one hand and ran away.
Standing on the back of the three-eyed bear, the black boy stood up and yelled: "Coward! Where are you running?"
The word "coward" entered the ears of the boy in yellow shirt, and his running pace suddenly stopped. He slowly turned his head, bared his teeth and spoke angrily, looking like an evil beast, "Who are you calling a coward?"
The word "coward" was like three extremely sharp swords, piercing the deepest part of the heart of the boy in yellow shirt.
More than a thousand years ago.
Southern Tyrannical Beast Alliance, Tyrant Tiger Tribe.
A young man in a yellow shirt who was only about ten years old was holding a sharp short knife in his hand, the tip of the knife reflecting dazzling light in the sun.
Opposite the boy in yellow shirt was a white lamb tied to a wooden stake. On the head of the white lamb was a pair of horns that were only about an inch in size. The surface of the horns was wrapped several times with old cloth strips, completely losing their lethality.
The boy in yellow shirt looked at the lamb opposite, his eyes flickered, and he whispered in his mouth: "You sheep, I, Hudun, will be the future number one warrior of the Tyrannical Tiger tribe. You surrender to me now, Mr. Hudun, I Just consider sparing your life. Otherwise, the dagger in my hand will bleed."
The white lamb looked at the boy in yellow shirt talking to himself without any fear. Instead, it shook the horns on its head and threw it to the ground with its hooves. If it hadn't been tied with a rope, it might have rushed over. It used its horn to butt the boy in yellow shirt opposite.
After trying several times, the white lamb could not break free from the rope, so he simply ignored the yellow-shirted boy.
The yellow-shirted boy's hand holding the short knife kept shaking, and the short knife seemed to weigh a hundred pounds, pressing down his arm holding the knife.
The yellow-shirted boy was so anxious that tears burst out from the corners of his eyes, and the tears rushed into his nose and mouth, salty and astringent, that was the taste of a coward.
"I'm not a coward--a little--" the yellow-shirted boy shouted wildly, but he put down the hand holding the short knife, which was extremely heavy.
His mind was filled with the voices of his fellow tribesmen laughing at him.
"Hu Dun is a coward."
"He still dreams of becoming a warrior of our Ba Hu tribe."
"He can't even kill a sheep."
"And it's a tied sheep."
"It's so funny."
"Coward--"
"Coward--"
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Mee--
The white lamb tied to the stake seemed a little tired, and made a soft cry. It was not afraid of the yellow-shirted boy holding the short knife opposite. Because, the knife in the yellow shirt boy's hand was raised, lowered, raised again, and lowered again, dozens of times. What a boring performance.
The yellow shirt boy glared at the lamb opposite him, even you laughed at me.
"I will kill you!"
Shouting wildly, the boy closed his eyes, took a step forward, and waved the short knife in his hand randomly.
The knife lights intertwined, bang bang bang!
The boy didn't know how many times he had swung the knife, until his arm waving the short knife was a little tired, he stopped.
But he still didn't dare to look up, he was born afraid of blood, he was afraid to see the little white lamb's body dyed bright red.
The boy lowered his head and muttered softly: "The lamb stopped crying? It must have been killed by me. The bang bang bang sound just now must have been pierced by my short knife in its head, its throat, and its heart. I, Hu Dun, want to be a warrior of the Tyrant Tiger Tribe, just like
my father who died in the tribal war, a brave and fearless Tyrant Tiger Tribe warrior."
The boy lowered his head and stood there in a daze.
Tick, tick, the sweat dripping down his cheek wet the ground under his feet. He was soaked all over, the sweat of exhaustion, and the sweat of fear of blood.
What——
A familiar sheep cry came out.
The boy relaxed all over, as if he had removed a heavy shackle and was free. A thought flashed through his mind: "I didn't kill that sheep, there is no blood here."
The boy looked up suddenly.
The white lamb was chewing grass comfortably on the ground opposite. And under the wooden stake that was originally used to tie the lamb, there were cut grass ropes scattered all over the ground.
The boy laughed loudly, and he laughed very relaxedly, because he was extremely afraid and disgusted with blood. He was a natural coward.
He laughed so hard that his whole body became weak. The boy gasped and pointed the short knife in his hand at the opposite side and said: "You guy, you are not dead."
The lamb glanced at the boy, and his eyes showed resentment.
Meow——
The lamb ran with all its hooves, and in a blink of an eye it came to the boy, lowered its head, and raised it again.
Bang!
The boy's thin body was thrown to the ground, and the short knife in his hand fell to the side with a clang.
Ouch——
The boy touched his head, and it seemed like a big bump.
Hehe, the boy hugged the lamb and smiled foolishly.
The setting sun sprinkled on the boy and the lamb, dyeing them red. It was not blood, but warm light.
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Half a year later.
A ruthless war fell like a demon on the tribe where the boy Hudun was. The tribe where the boy was was just a very small branch of the Tyrant Tiger 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, 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 himself a reason not to rush out to fight.
After an unknown amount of time, 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 elders whose heads were cut off, the tribal warriors whose chests were cut open, and the friends who had laughed at him all became cold and speechless. Even the little white sheep that he used to practice courage on weekdays fell in a pool of blood.
"I'm afraid of blood, I'm a coward." The boy trembled all over, and he held the lamb covered in blood in his arms, "Xiaobai, move."
His hands were covered with the lamb's blood, and the residual warmth was still there.
Somehow, he had an urge to lick the blood in his heart. Blood was strange to him, and it was also full of fear and mystery.
He put his finger covered in the lamb's blood to his mouth and licked it.
"Is this the taste of blood? It's more delicious than anything I've ever eaten."
Under the influence of the blood power, the innate bloodthirsty power hidden in the boy's body suddenly burst out. The powerful blood soul aura exploded a pit of a hundred feet in radius under the boy's feet.
"I'm not a coward--" The voice spread ten miles, but no one in the lonely tribe could hear it.
Afterwards, a bloodthirsty and powerful warrior appeared in the Tyrant Tiger Tribe. Just by devouring the blood soul, his skills would advance by leaps and bounds. No one could be his opponent. He could easily slaughter five or six hundred people from the enemy tribe by himself.
Blood Tiger, that is his bad name.
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