They bared their teeth and made a ferocious expression, but they were like hounds on a leash. No matter how ferocious they were, they could only spin in circles.
Looking at the cat squatting there, the white tiger, the mythical beast, eager to try, the ancestor of Netherworld was sweating profusely: "I, old, old, I'm coming, I'm coming because everyone has tacitly agreed..."
Although he is in the Ninth Realm, White Tiger is also in the Ninth Realm, and he has only been promoted to the Ninth Realm in the past year or two. The promotion celebration has just been held not long ago.
But the Nine Realms are different from the Nine Realms.
His ninth level is the ceiling of ordinary people's efforts. Insufficient talent, hard work, luck, evil skills, and the lower limit of negative numbers can make it up...
The white tiger is the condensation of the saint's laws and the natural god that millions of people cherish.
Kabajing encountered a bottleneck before.
Even so, its killing power at the peak of the Eighth Realm was enough to ravage most ordinary people in the Ninth Realm, such as the Nether Ancestor.
Now that he has reached the ninth level, he can't defeat those senior nine-level peak people with background and cultivation, such as Nagarjuna and Deva, but he can easily defeat the Nether Ancestor and his army of puppets made of flesh and blood.
After hearing what the Nether Ancestor said, Bai Hu grinned.
It seems to be saying, just move as you like and I'll take a look.
However, the cold eyes clearly said, Do you dare to try?
The Nether Ancestor really didn't dare to move, and so did his army of puppets. It wasn't until a moment later that he suddenly noticed something strange and said in panic: "Disperse!"
His disciples, disciples, disciples, disciples, servants, as well as the Underworld Demon King, the evil undead, the zombie worms, and the ancient demon souls and puppets suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts.
But it was too late after all.
How does the speed of living things compare to the speed of light?
Without waiting for too much movement, the second shot of the super ring fusion electromagnetic gun that penetrated the heaven and earth, making the sun and moon dim, and changing the color of the world, came!
Another hole was broken in the star formation instantly!
The turbulent energy tide swept back the invading army in an instant. The bombing array was in pieces, and the bombing personnel suffered heavy casualties!
Living people are fine, they just lose some destiny and can be resurrected.
Dead people are in trouble. They are not living entities recognized by the arena and do not have automatic resurrection. The owner has to find, piece together, and refine them by himself.
Even if the Xuanyin Sect has many convenient operations, the Nine Realms can do more with the help of its laws... This attack ultimately caused a lot of losses.
The Nether Ancestor was furious! His eyes were about to burst!
"White Tiger God Lord, old man, I, I have shed blood for the universe, I have made contributions to the world, and I am also named among the saints! You, you, don't deceive others..."
He could see that although Bai Hu didn't take action, his threat was real.
Do you want a piece of the pie? Or do you want to hog the magpie's nest?
Even though I was angry and thinking about it, the words that came out of my mouth eventually became: "You, you are so unruly..."
You can't quarrel with each other. There's no point in quarreling with each other.
You have put in so much, so you can’t spoil something big on impulse!
He is a cunning person who worries about gains and losses. No wonder he has been cultivating for so many years but has no realm and no strength.
Bai Hu thought in his mind, and raised the corners of his mouth with a mocking face: "Is it against the rules? But didn't you say that food is the original sin?"
Yes, that's why I came to bully this Chinese cave.
But why are you here? To bully me?
Do you think the Chinese cave in my eyes is on the same level as the me in your eyes?
The Nether Ancestor was trembling with anger.
"That's right, it's what you think!" Bai Hu glanced at him sideways and said something that touched his heart.
"You think you're pretty stupid? But have you ever used your almond-sized brain to realize that a world with the highest five levels of talent has the ability to rise from a mote to a mote in just a few years, across all blessed places, and advance all the way?
A cave?"
This... is really unlikely.
If you are in the fifth realm of the highest combat power, it would be great to be able to touch the edge of the Small Blessed Land. Don't even think about the Great Blessed Land, and the Cave Heaven is even more extravagant!
Being reminded like this by Bai Hu, the Nether Ancestor really realized something was abnormal.
Bai Hu grinned mockingly and said.
"When you started, didn't you notice the aura of the Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation?"
"The Xuanhuang Qi that Celestial Master Guigu offered sacrifices to... the Thunder Pool of Heart Hell passed down from Celestial Master Zhang's family... the Dao Zang and the Purple Qi Qingniu collected by Celestial Master Wenzi... the great talisman personally numbered by Celestial Master Mao... Celestial Master Yinzi
The incense and merit furnace I use...the soul-fixing incense of Celestial Master Zhong Kui...the magical power of holding stars and the fortune-telling bag of Celestial Master Zhuge..."
The white tiger opened its furry paws and counted them one by one.
Every time the numbers were the same, Ancestor Netherworld's heart trembled.
Because these beings are different from him, although they may not all be in the Nine Realms, they are definitely all difficult figures in the great domain, and their reputations are not inferior to those of White Tiger.
Even if it was only the Eighth Realm, if he faced him, he would have no choice but to run away.
"Why do you think a small broken planet with the highest level of talent in the fifth realm would receive such great gifts from these strong men?"
There is nothing wrong with what Bai Hu said!
From another perspective, among the Nine Realms, his reputation is not very great, his skills are not very strong, and his combat effectiveness can be said to be the lowest...
And I don’t know how many people are interested in the potential of the cave in China.
Although the unspoken rule is that the more serious the cause and effect, the more qualified you are, there is another set of unspoken rules - the stronger you are, the more qualified you are.
Therefore, why so many forces uncharacteristically did not compete, and it was actually their turn...
"This, this, there is someone in this cave?" The ancestor of Netherworld made a trembling guess.
"It's not that there's someone above..." Bai Hu shook his head, "It's that he has someone himself!"
The ancestor of Netherworld breathed a sigh of relief and immediately breathed it back into his stomach.
"I have someone there? Who, who? Seventh realm? Eighth realm? Ninth realm? Impossible, right? Never heard of it?"
When he was promoted to the upper three realms, the gods and gods followed him with gifts, which may explain the origin of the town object.
It's just... I'm not yet blinded by old age!
Although his strength is average, he has managed to reach the Third Realm for so many years. I wonder if a small Dongtian can reach the Third Realm?
And I know so many people, but no one has told me? Could it be that everyone is joining forces to see me fall into the pit of fire?
No! No!
Ancestor Netherworld was filled with uncertainty, and Bai Hu smiled mysteriously: "What you think is right, but it's not enough..."
"Others didn't hide it from you on purpose, they just didn't remember it, just like you."
"Don't remember? How is that possible! Lord White Tiger, please don't be joking!" Ancestor Netherworld shook his head like a rattle.
The memories of the upper three realms run through the past and future, linking the cause and effect of destiny. How can it be changed by simply changing it, unless...
unless……
The ancestor of Netherworld was suddenly stunned.
"Do you remember? The one who was promoted just last year... the new saint! The fifth saint!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The Nether Ancestor’s eyes popped out!
Gasping for air! Screaming loudly!
In an instant, the Taoist heart turned into a ball of black sticky matter, dancing randomly like an amoeba, escaping in all directions, even if it wanted to tear itself apart.
He remembered! Finally he remembered!
There are more than four saints in heaven and earth, a fifth saint has been born!
And he was born in the Cave of China right in front of him!
He finally understood why there was no decent master who could reach the cave heaven through the big and small blessed places...
Why is it that there are obviously no decent masters, but the formation here is so comprehensive and the objects are so powerful that they cannot be underestimated...
Why does the seemingly ordinary little cave have no power covering it, and no one declares sovereignty...
This is a holy place!
The fifth day is the place where you are born, learn, enter the Tao, become stronger...!
It's like the Buddha's Lumbini and Bodhgaya; the Taoist Pavilion; the Master's Apricot Altar...
Who dares to protect it except the saint himself? Who dares to declare sovereignty except the saint himself?
"He's possessed by a demon, no wonder..." Seeing the collapse of the Nether Ancestor, Bai Hu clicked his tongue and shook his head.
It’s not surprising that Netherworld’s reaction was too big.
Who is the Fifth Saint?
The most powerful man who has eliminated all evil ways and demons in the world and become a saint, and who has bravely proved the truth against the world.
If he is a demon cultivator, then he is the ancestor of all demon cultivators in the world...
If he doesn’t cultivate demons, he must be the king of hell of all demon cultivators in the world...
He actually came to destroy the ancestor’s place and seize the territory of the King of Hell and me...
For someone like Netherworld who becomes possessed quietly, it's okay to offend everyone except this person, because if things go wrong he can run to the counter-world, but he offended this person, it's not that the birthday boy hangs himself because he thinks his life is too long. ?
The Nether Ancestor was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split, and his Taoist heart was on the verge of collapse.
The white tiger used his magical power and spent a lot of effort to reunite the split black amoeba and stuff it back into the body of the Nether Ancestor.
While repairing, he smacked his lips: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at your courage, do you have the nerve to come out and act mischievous?"
"So, if you don't work hard, you don't work lazy, and if you only work hard, you won't have a good eye!"
"But don't be afraid. This Holy Saint is magnanimous and doesn't have too much obsession with his own dojo or his former friends..."
With Bai Hu's comfort, the Nether Ancestor finally came back to his senses and came back to life.
Really come alive!
Although I can't help but complain in my heart, the fifth saint, a person who can be counted on one hand in heaven and on earth, why should he withdraw from his sense of existence and set such a trap?
It wasn't him who was causing trouble. Apart from the other four supreme beings, who else would dare to come to his dojo to cause trouble?
He felt a little hopeful in his heart: "Who arranged this, but what kind of trouble do you want me to do?"
Bai Hu patted the Nether Ancestor on the shoulder happily.
You finally understand.
"The Holy Saint is the one who believes that people must rely on themselves the most! As the saying goes, relying on everyone to rely on you, only you can rely on yourself!"
"So he didn't take care of his dojo or his old friends at all, and even erased his sense of existence."
"I just hope that they can continue to work hard and fight, and not rest on their laurels and rest on their laurels."
Bai Hu's words made Ancestor Nether's heart light up.
"So, I should bully Hua Guo Cave Heaven when I should bully, and attack when I should attack?"
"That's right." Bai Hu nodded.
"In that case, why did you come out to stop me?" Nether Ancestor squinted.
Without you, I would have called in.
"Of course I'm reminding you that the fight must be real, and no one can tell it's a fake fight! But you can't really win, you must lose politely and convincingly..."
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Damn it, do you call this not taking care of me?
"It is true that the Fifth Saint does not take care of him, but if he does not take care of him, Daozu has to take care of him. After all, this is Yuan Mingwen Jutian... The Fifth Saint's dojo was smashed, and the old man Daozu's face is also tarnished, right?
"
So, I will eventually become a tool man, accompanying the people in this cave in a seemingly difficult and thrilling drama, but one that is bound to lose?