Seeing this scene, the old man Baihu praised again: "The concentration of consciousness is becoming more and more perfect, and it has various emotions, and the destruction is becoming more powerful.
It seems you have mastered the essence."
Once again, the old man Baihu stretched out his right hand, and the roaring shadow in his hand gradually solidified.
That's a big white tiger with hanging eyes.
The whole body is covered with black and white stripes, and the beastly power that pervades its body is simply more ferocious than a real dragon.
The white tiger is about 10 feet tall and fights with King Shiki.
Purple Shikiwang wears a large earring on his thick earlobes.
When Ba Ying slashed down, his endless sword intent was even a little crazy.
But the white tiger is stronger than imagined.
Its sharp claws were extremely hard, and it actually caught the knife forcefully.
Sparks flew everywhere, igniting a raging flame.
The next moment, the white tiger swooped forward, opening its bloody mouth, its fangs carrying a strong fishy smell.
He bit off King Shiki's head in one bite.
"Fourteen Postures: Reversal of Reincarnation,
Fifteen postures: burial in heaven."
When the yin and yang reverse, the sky will be dyed with my demonic blood.
In an instant, mountains and rivers collapsed, and time and space were shattered.
Yin and Yang are reversed, and the galaxy falls.
This knife made all the rules of the world go into chaos, and the yin and yang fish jumped on the tip of the knife.
With one slash, the white tiger roared and tried to block the sword.
But when its figure came into contact with the blade, it actually shattered in a twisted way.
"Interesting, it not only broke the rules, but also reversed them," said the old man Baihu with a smile.
He waved his right hand again, and another white tiger solidified.
This white tiger is obviously different from the previous white tiger.
It is not only black and white stripes, but also mixed with a hint of gold.
White Tiger's third eye was opened in his forehead.
The ears were slightly raised, and there was a hint of majesty in his eyes.
Especially the double claws appear sharper, as if they have evolved.
He had thick hair all over his body and looked at Xu Zimo in a very intimidating manner.
The figure leaned back slightly, then pounced directly.
One move to bury the sky and cut it out.
The sky was once again drawn down by darkness.
This knife cast endless darkness, as if it was going to bury everything.
It carries the ultimate of destruction, the end of all burials.
But with just such a knife, the white tiger actually bit the tip of the knife with his mouth, and all the destructive intent on it was swallowed into his belly.
The white tiger's huge head suddenly swung, and with it the scimitar, Xu Zimo flew away.
"Awesome," Xu Zimo stabilized his figure and praised.
Along the way, he has seen many powerful people.
Even great emperors like the God Emperor have seen it.
It's a pity that we couldn't compete. Firstly, it was because we were not strong enough before, so even if we competed, we wouldn't gain much.
Secondly, we are all our own people.
But this time, the other party is an existence in the realm of nirvana.
But it really made Xu Zimo feel a little scary, even insignificant.
He couldn't help but think of the realm further back.
Great Sage? Powerful Taoist?
And what about the final twelve channels?
How powerful must these existences be.
The existence of Tianwaitian made him feel a little excited and a little solemn at the same time.
"Boy, I'm becoming more and more curious about your next moves," Old Man Baihu said with a smile.
"Ask the sixteenth posture, no birth,
The seventeenth form, Shenhuang."
The so-called inanimation represents infinity and the starting point of everything.
At the beginning of the era, everything in the world was at the same origin.
Even the vast universe, filled with stars, is just a point.
There is already a universe outside the universe, because it is infinite and nothing changes.
It's like giving birth to two, two giving birth to three, and three giving birth to all things.
With this cut of the sword, it seemed as if a whole new world was condensing and evolving on the blade.
Although this world is fleeting.
But it really existed.
This is Wu Sheng, coming down with the power of a virtual world.
The white tiger roared again, and moved forward instead of retreating, grabbing the blade with both claws.
But at this moment, drops of bright red blood flowed from the claws.
The blade was cutting into its flesh little by little.
"Not bad, really good," Old Man Baihu said with a smile.
He raised his right hand and shouted softly: "Tian Wu."
A ray of cyan spiritual energy disappeared in an instant and flew into the white tiger's body.
The next moment, the entire white tiger changed again.
Its size expanded again to dozens of times, with eight faces and eight heads.
With eight legs and eight tails, it looks particularly weird.
The white tiger grabbed Ba Ying with two claws, and bit Xu Zimo with the rest of its claws and its bloody mouth.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
This white tiger never used any other moves from beginning to end.
Instead, he used pure defense and strength to defeat his own attacks.
No matter how he changed his moves, he still couldn't destroy the white tiger.
He waved Ba Ying again, and the seventeenth form of Shenhuang came out.
The so-called Shenhuang is the name of a small world that Xu Zimo fell into in his previous life.
This small world is the small world created by the former Shenhuang Emperor.
It's just that it is different from China mainland.
Xu Zimo's China Continent has perfect rules and is a real world.
As for the Divine Desolation, it was born incomplete and ultimately destroyed after experiencing turbulent ups and downs.
Xu Zimo once read the notes left by Emperor Shenhuang.
His inheritance is recorded there.
Although many things are of little use, some are of great benefit.
The sacred land is surrounded by dragon palaces in the four seas, the golden crow falls into the Tang Valley, and the sacred city builds into the sky.
Xu Zimo slowly raised Ba Ying, this is the law of the gods.
The so-called Law of Divine Desolation, all kinds of martial arts, can become a god.
This god is not in the divine vein realm.
But the real god, that mythical era that is even older than before the wild era of Yuanyang Continent, and has even disappeared in the long river of history.
At this moment, Xu Zimo felt as if the true god had descended.
Holding a domineering shadow in his hand, he is arrogant and unparalleled in the world.
Ba Ying tore apart the stars, scolded the rivers and seas, and descended with a strong will of the true god.
There seemed to be a whisper from the age of mythology.
For a moment, time and space reversed, and it seemed that we were back to that era when the gods stood side by side and the vast earth was vast.
"It seems like you have a good chance," Old Man Baihu said with a smile.
"But it's a bit of a coincidence. My white tiger is also a god."
"Tianwu," the white tiger raised its head and roared toward the sky.
The roar seemed to have a certain artistic conception that could be understood.
In the words, the word "Tian Wu" seemed to sound long and loud.
In the age of mythology, there was a tribe named "Wu."
They use the tiger as their totem, and the god they worship is Tianwu.
He has eight heads, eight sides, eight legs and eight tails.
It is said that nine is the limit of heaven and earth, and it is only one step short of what it can practice.
White Tiger and Ba Ying collided again.
A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky along with a deafening explosion that resounded throughout the world.
Everyone who was still fighting around them was blown away by the aftermath.
