"There is no way to save it, unless it is transformed into a zombie tiger, but the spirituality will disappear, and there is nothing I can do..."

"Well, that's a pity."

"But Master, just because we can't save him now, doesn't mean we can't save him in the future."

"I learned about the Heavenly Corpse Dao method and the Blood Spirit Diagram from my previous master..."

"Fellow?"

The communication between Wu Xuan and Zhan Ling was interrupted, and he looked at Wang Hao displeased.

"Don't you know that the Turin Cult does not allow loose cultivators to hunt spiritual beasts within the territory?"

"Why do you need me to give an explanation?"

"Ah."

Wang Hao sneered.

"Fellow Taoist is really overbearing. Since I want the profits from Spirit Tiger, why don't I just say it outright, and I can share it equally with fellow Taoist, but I think it's too greedy to drive me away."

Wang Hao walked closer with his hands on his shoulders, his eyes filled with contention.

He has been hanging out in Chenliu for decades and knows clearly that the Turing Sect brings a group of Qi refining disciples to the Yunwu Mountains every ten years for training.

The realm is generally between the fourth and sixth levels of Qi Refining.

Even if he is seriously injured, he is still confident that he can instantly kill this flower in the greenhouse. In terms of experience, you are not as good as me!

——Shua!
Chapter completed!