Wang Zhuo was stunned for a moment. Meng Linzi's method of death was so novel that it made Wang Zhuo feel cold from the inside out.
"Oh...forget it, I will grant your wish."
Wang Zhuo took the bell out of the underworld courtyard, took the bodies of Meng Linzi and Tiger King in, and placed them in the illusory array with green mountains and the ocean on the outside.
"Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. I have fulfilled your wish." Wang Zhuo sighed, holding a rune with six golden armored warriors in his paws and looking at it carefully.
At this time, the figures of the six warriors standing outside began to blur, and turned into six rays of light that were thrown into the talisman. The runes flashed and dimmed, and the images of the six warriors became clearer.
Wang Zhuo was a novice in cultivation. How could he know such profound runes? After appreciating them for a moment, he placed both the Liuding Liujia Divine General Talisman and the Standing Talisman into the control center of the Underworld.
Perhaps except on the edge of life and death, Wang Zhuo will not take them out for a long time in the future.
After doing everything well, Wang Zhuo climbed back to the big tree and placed the Underworld Villa on the top of the strongest tree. Then Wang Zhuo pinched the magic formula with his hands, recited the incantation silently, and put it into the bronze bottle.
"A tiger can survive death. To be honest, I admire you very much." Wang Zhuo looked at the Tiger King who was lying down even after death, with an expression of pride and resentment still on his face. He whispered in silence: "Senior, don't blame me.
Take out the tiger penis and tiger bones and soak them in wine. Every time I drink, I will light a cigarette to worship you!"
The only thing left to explore is Meng Linzi and Tiger King's storage bags.
Wang Zhuo has been traveling at home and abroad for three years, and he has lived to be twenty-one years old. He never believes in fate.
But starting from today, he vaguely realized that he was the protagonist in the legend.
If you were just a free agent, would you have such great luck?
With excitement, Wang Zhuo reached for the storage bags he found from Meng Linzi and Tiger King.
Ninety percent of Tiger King's storage bag is filled with various herbs. Although Wang Zhuo doesn't know any of them, it's best if he doesn't know them.
Wang Zhuo would be disappointed only if there were such unsavory medicinal materials as Angelica sinensis, Tianqi Honghua and so on.
Ignoring these unknown medicinal materials, there are still most of the cigars in it.
They are all foreign brands, but Wang Zhuo still doesn't recognize them.
There is only one artifact that looks like a magic weapon. It is a bit like a compass, and it is marked with the Eight Trigrams of the Book of Changes such as Qian, Dui, Zhen and so on.
Wang Zhuo burst into tears. He didn’t know what the hell it was for. He told me to trim my fur. Just let me be a pet in a rich family!
Putting down Tiger King's storage bag, Wang Zhuo picked up Meng Linzi's storage bag, thinking that this great god who was more powerful than Tiger King and had a novel way of dying would probably have more things.
But unexpectedly, Meng Linzi's storage bag was cleaner than his face.
In addition to a few talismans with unknown functions and two bottles of elixirs, there was only one small emerald green bottle left.
This bottle contains the soul of the Tiger King.
With such a net worth, do you still have the nerve to say that you are from a famous family?
In fact, Wang Zhuo didn't know that Meng Linzi was born this time just to see how the seal of the Doomsday Law was loosened. The task was extremely simple, so all his wealth was left in the Tianfu Sect.
Otherwise, the Nascent Soul cultivator’s collection would have no problem blinding Wang Zhuo’s alloy cat’s eye.
"Herbs, talismans, magic weapons, and formations. Shouldn't my friends develop more of these sub-professions and upgrade them to various masters?"
Wang Zhuo was a little moved. The fighting methods between Tiger King and Meng Linzi were all technical, and there was no strong use of magic to destroy them.
This proves that regardless of the level of mana, these sub-professionals may also dominate the outcome of the battlefield!
Wang Zhuo thought like this and pulled off the cap of the emerald green bottle with his claws.
He wants to absorb Tiger King's memory!
The reason why he just sat back and watched Meng Linzi die and missed the opportunity to absorb the memory of the old monster Nascent Soul was because he was worried that the Nine Transformation Demon Pill in his body would not be able to control Meng Linzi.
Luo Hou had already given him a profound lesson before.
"Who are you?"
The moment the bottle cap was lifted, the tiger king's soul flew out of the jade bottle. When he saw the palm-sized Wang Zhuo, he couldn't help but feel excited!
God has opened his eyes, and I can take over my body and be reborn!
Wang Zhuo said with a smile: "Hello Tiger King, you can call me Black Cat Sheriff of Erlong Lake."
A big demon in disguise? Also, you are a JB black cat, you are obviously a tabby cat, right?
A trace of doubt flashed in Tiger King's eyes. He didn't care where Erlong Lake was and asked directly: "Where is Meng Linzi?"
"Here he is!" Wang Zhuo pointed to the old tree beside him and said, "He was poisoned to death by your poison."
The Tiger King was even more hesitant upon hearing this, "Were you by my side when I was fighting with that Menglinzi?"
Don't you know how to help me if you are nearby?
The Tiger King was already dead, otherwise he would have been so angry that Wang Zhuo died all over again. He grinned and said with a forced smile: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for saving me. I will keep this kindness in mind, and we will see you later!"
He thought about it, before in Moscow, Meng Linzi pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. Today, the kitten began to doubt its strength. He heard that he was beside him when the two were fighting, so the Tiger King can be sure that Wang Zhuo is too.
During the transformation stage, he was also pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!
But damn, I’m a tiger!
The Tiger King burst into tears and felt ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past his face. His only desire now was to find a wild boar to live on if he could successfully escape today.
From now on, I will be a pig and no longer a fucking tiger!
"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"
Fuck you!
The Tiger King said in his heart that I can run as far as I want. I'm tired of eating and can I reminisce with you?
Wang Zhuo watched helplessly as the Tiger King fled away, then he smiled, and the next moment his figure disappeared into the air.
The Tiger King flew nearly a thousand miles in one breath before stopping. Fortunately, he had learned the secret technique and used the beast soul to escape at a speed much faster than that of monsters of the same level. Otherwise, he would definitely not have been caught by that Persian cat.
Good results.
Then again, is that cat a bastard? He didn't know how to lay a plan to prevent me from escaping before letting me out. Did he really have something to ask of me?
Could it be that he knew the secret?
The Tiger King is determined to run thousands of miles again, but his soul has begun to become unstable. If he doesn't find the animal that took over his body in time, he will disintegrate directly, without even a chance to be reincarnated.
"Strange! Why aren't there even flies here?" King Tiger searched for a moment, but couldn't find an animal, so he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Fellow Taoist, are you looking for me?"
When the Tiger King heard this voice, even in his soul state, he couldn't help but freeze.
Slowly turning his head, he saw the kitten leaning against a big tree, belly turned over, holding a cigar in its paws, smoking and looking at him sideways.
That cigar is bigger than you!
Tiger King forced out a smile and said: "Fellow Taoist really has great magical powers!"
Seeing Wang Zhuo smiling and saying nothing, King Tiger's heart sank to the bottom of his heart.
The two demons were silent for a moment before Wang Zhuocai said slowly: "Fellow Taoist, you are destined to me.