Suddenly, he felt something and looked at the temple gate.

"This group is just a herb collector, no threat."

Lin Zhou explained.

"Your vigilance is too bad. The herb collectors are cold and hot. The temples they have been staying in are filled with the filthy air from the mouths of beasts..."

Meng Hanguang narrowed his eyes slightly and swallowed a few pills without any trace:

"How could it be human?"

Click!

Just as lightning was shaking through the dark clouds of the night, several masters with six doors were in their hearts, but they saw these herb collectors, all of whom looked blank, their eyes turned pale, their smiles were strange and ferocious.

And that breath has no duty to express.

"Am I a ghost?"

Meng Hanguang was shocked and suddenly remembered the records of the file.

There are many legends about affair, but only the records of Zen Buddhism surrendering Shanjun over two thousand years ago.

However, he always thought that this was deliberately left by the monks of Dachan Temple to praise their ancestors...

‘Is there an evil tiger in this mountain that has obtained the Taoist fruit?’

Dreams and light thoughts flashed by.

Lin Zhou and others had already rushed out of the temple. As the true energy was thriving, a large area of ​​rain mixed with blood flowed. In less than a moment, these things that were neither human nor ghost had been killed.

But when I turned around suddenly, my breathing was stagnant:

"grown ups!"

Lin Zhou's voice became extremely sharp.

The electric snake crossed the sky, but there was no dilapidated mountain temple on this barren mountain. Some were only one as big as a house, with a vicious tiger head!

Meng Hanguang fell into the tiger's mouth!

roar!

The violent and boiling true energy went wild, Meng Hanguang came out of the tiger's mouth at the critical moment, and heard a shocking tiger roar resounding throughout the rainy night.

"This, this..."

Several masters from the Six Doors were sweating profusely.

As the lightning flashed, I saw the ferociousness of the tiger. Its roar was roaring, and the fishy wind blew around the ground, and the large area of ​​rain seemed to be slapped by fierce hidden weapons.

The iron tail swept over, and the thousand kilograms of huge rocks were hammered into powder.

A terrifying blood energy spread on its body, and evaporated the cold night rain into water vapor all over the sky.

"Demon!"

When several people exclaimed.

Meng Hanguang had already dragged his seriously injured body to act, and fell to the ground like a cannonball in the middle of the lightning, shattering large pieces of mud and sand, staggering back.

"roar!"

The evil tiger will not retreat but advance, and will rush up with anger.

"Good beast!"

Meng Hanguang coughed up blood and retreated. Before he could suppress his injuries, he took action again. He heard a long and long roar coming from the rainy night.

Boom!

Lightning and thunders dancing across the sky.

A hiding figure came from top to bottom, as fast as a dragon, falling with wind, thunder, rain, and lightning, knocking the evil tiger off the cliff, huge rocks rolled, and mountain torrents erupted.

"Uncle Master!"

Seeing the person coming, the masters of the Six Gates all relaxed their hearts, and Meng Hanguang only smiled bitterly.

"It's really the world has changed. Such a beast can actually achieve the fruit of Taoism and recognize the master?"

The big man swept by indifferently, his eyes were like lightning, his voice was like thunder, and his steps were as he moved, shaking the earth and roaring the colorful tiger.
Chapter completed!