Hearing the roar, Zhang Mingtu knew something was wrong.
The demonic energy contained in that roar was majestic and strong, definitely the realm of true energy.
Such a big demon has already taken action, and facing a mortal, it is basically hopeless.
His heart sank further, and Zhang Mingtu knew that he probably couldn't be saved, but the roar also provided him with a clear direction. He immediately stopped holding back, stepped forward, and rushed straight away like an arrow from a string.
He did not go around the shrubs or even trees as thick as an arm that blocked the road in front of him, but rushed straight through, crushing everything that blocked the road.
As he rushed forward, Zhang Mingtu heard a second roar. This time it was very close to him, only a few dozen meters away.
It was like a thunderous explosion in his ears, with a rumbling sound. An ordinary person would be frightened to death by this voice and die of fear on the spot.
Even a character who had undergone marrow cleansing and blood transfusion for the first time would freeze on the spot when faced with such a terrifying roar. Zhang Mingtu felt a little uncomfortable in his mind.
But with just a turn of Qi and blood, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra and Taishang Three Lives Absolute Wonderful Sutra will eliminate all discomforts.
However, Zhang Mingtu didn't care about this. What surprised him was the colorful tiger that was over two feet tall.
To be precise, it was a small person lying under the claws of the colorful tiger.
Not to mention a normal person, even a person who has had his marrow washed and exchanged blood, would turn his flesh and bones into mud if he was slapped by this terrifying tiger. However, the mortal under the claws is still alive.
Zhang Mingtu's eyes were sharp and he could see the reason at a glance.
The figure's entire body shimmered with golden light, and a thin shield of light enveloped the figure, preventing the claws and claws of this colorful tiger, which were tougher and sharper than the magic weapons commonly circulated in the world, from penetrating deep into it.
However, the shield is also slightly unstable at this moment. If it is raised two or three more times, it will probably break.
"Golden Body Technique!"
It is one of the top magic techniques passed down from Buddhism and Taoism. Once it is used, the whole body will be enveloped in a layer of golden light. Mortals cannot break it. Even ordinary magic weapons cannot break through it.
Disciples of great sects from aristocratic families will always carry some with them when traveling around the world, just in case of unexpected events.
Even some general-level figures in the border army can often get such talismans as salary, which can often save their lives at critical moments.
But at this moment, the person under the claws of the tiger is not a young man from an aristocratic family, but a mortal.
The middle-aged woman who was protected in the golden body technique was full of panic, her mind was taken away, and she was almost scared to death by the tiger.
And a jade pendant on her chest glowed slightly, which inspired the golden body technique.
"You evil beast, die!"
Seeing that the tiger was about to take action, Zhang Mingtu let out a loud roar, which was mixed with Buddhist Zen sounds and came from the Dharma of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra, which was called a wake-up call.
Like a thunderbolt on a rainy day, the fur of the colorful tiger trembled.
Countless subtle shadows jumped out from its body.
The shadow stretched out in the wind, light and airy, as if it were nothing, just like pieces of paper, turning into individual figures.
Each figure has dull eyes, pale or bloody face, or missing arms or legs.
Zhang Mingtu's eyes were focused, and after a rough scan, there were dozens of people scattered on the ground.
The operation of the Taishang Three Lives Absolute Wrongful Sutra quietly stopped, and the dominant one in the body was replaced by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra.
In an instant, a bright sun seemed to rise over this place. The tiger's amber fur squinted slightly, its huge body pressed down on the ground, and it took two steps back, feeling a slight sting in its head.
It had not been affected too much, but the dozens of figures standing in mourning beside him suddenly screamed. Out of thin air, under the masculine energy and blood of the big sun, this group of monsters, or ghosts, were all
It melts quickly like snow in winter.
But at the last moment, their faces were no longer as callous as before.
His eyes shone brightly, and one of the legs standing next to the middle-aged woman was broken. Sun Hao came back to his senses and looked at the middle-aged woman with a guilty look on her face.
Finally, he opened his mouth and said: "I never thought that I would die at the mouth of this tiger and trick you into this. Tell my wife to find a good man and remarry!"
Before he finished speaking, the whole person had completely disappeared.
The tiger shook its head for a while, a little confused, and even let out a low roar, which made people frightened and uneasy. The complete death of the demon was also a kind of harm to it.
Zhang Mingtu didn't care, the most masculine and blazing Qi and blood flowed out, and he displayed the most ferocious Tiger's Bone Fist.
In a daze, the middle-aged woman seemed to see Zhang Mingtu transformed into an equally huge and colorful tiger. The tiger was different from the tiger that attacked it before. It was more ferocious and cruel, full of unrelenting violent murderous intent.
When the tiger was provoked by the same kind, it roared instinctively, and then was hit on the head with such a fierce punch that the whole forest trembled.
With the tiger as the center, the land undulated slightly and sank a lot.
But the tiger was not dead yet, and its scalp was not even broken. It let out an earth-shattering roar and dug its claws at the ground, causing earth and rocks to fly.
Struggling violently to get up from the ground, Zhang Mingtu's left hand muscles were like a horned dragon. Because of the force he exerted, his entire arm was thicker than usual, holding down the tiger.
With his right hand, he pulled out the long knife from behind and slashed it down as fast as lightning.
roar!
The earth-shattering roar lasted only half of the time, and then a fountain of blood spurted out from the tiger's chest, splashing more than ten feet high.
The middle-aged woman stared blankly at the two-foot-tall tiger in the fish pond. She was held down by the unbelievably fierce and tyrannical young man with one hand. Then he raised the knife and dropped it. The head, which was as big as half the room, fell off.
Moonlight night, in the rain.
This scene is like a god and a demon.
The middle-aged woman stared blankly, unable to recover for a while.
He only saw the young man tapping the tiger a few times, and the strong blood in the tiger's body spurted out, condensed in front of him, and turned into a blood pill, which was taken into the arms of the young man.
Then she saw the young man turning to her, lifting her up from the ground with one hand, and bowed.
"The mountains and forests are not peaceful at night, so the donor should go home early."
The voice was calm and steady, not at all violent and ferocious when fighting the tiger just now. The middle-aged woman's dazed look gradually returned, and she felt that the young man was very friendly and friendly, and there was a unique and fascinating tone in his words.
The power of human peace.
There is an inexplicable light on the young man, just like... the unique atmosphere he felt in the temple when he went to worship Buddha before, like the Buddha in the temple.