Enemies surround you.
Zhao Wujiang held the scroll in his right hand and gently tapped the palm of his left hand. He stood next to Granny Tianlan and looked at the elite monks of the Sirius and Xiaohu tribes with great interest.
"The fox of the Linlang family..." Granny Tianlan's eyes trembled, a pleased smile appeared on her lips, and her tone was a little trembling.
The man in front of him came out of the Holy Painting Scroll, and he was almost exactly the same as the back of the demon god.
But the demonic aura on his body was exactly the same as Linlang's demonic aura.
"Who are you?" Mao BuTong looked solemn. The person in front of him appeared in a unique way. He had never seen anyone walk out of the scroll.
Moreover, the man in front of him gave him the feeling of being extremely dangerous and even more evil.
He even couldn't help but want to worship the man the moment he appeared.
Behind him, several monks were already trembling and kneeling on the ground.
Zhao Wujiang did not answer, but smiled evilly:
"I'm going to take them away."
"Huh!" Cat's different face turned cold for a moment:
"You are pretending to be a ghost, I think you are also the aura of the Three Tribulations and Eight Tribulations, but your aura is unstable, I think it will not be long before you advance.
Do you want to save people from my eyes even after eight calamities?
Today I will let you understand that there is also a gap between the eight tribulations! Grandma Tianlan can’t do it, and you can’t do it even more! "
The cat pointed his paws at the same time as the tiger's, and tilted his fingers, indicating that the elites of the two tribes did not need to take action. He had to get rid of the pretentious kid in front of him.
He spoke with disdain, but in an instant he transformed into his true form. He was extremely strong, about two feet tall, and his head almost reached the roof of the ancestral hall.
He is dressed in silver-white tiger hair and has different eyes, the left pupil is crimson and the right pupil is blue.
His tiger claws were tense, the tiger was like the wind, the dragon was walking like a tiger, and he was accumulating strength with every step. He slapped the man in front of him with an evil aura that was so evil that he couldn't hide or avoid it.
He was confident that with just one slap from him, the venerable person at the peak of the Nine Tribulations would receive a solid slap and would be made to hate him on the spot.
Strong hand cracks the skull!
With this palm, he hit his head!
Seeing that this palm can already touch the demonic energy of the man in front of him, the opponent has no chance to avoid it.
Suddenly, his palm was empty.
"Silver layer with strange eyes? It's so cute..." Zhao Wujiang tilted his head, full of evil spirit, and dodged the palm.
There were bursts of exclamations from the elites of the two tribes who were watching the battle. They had never seen anyone being able to dodge the different attacks of a cat at such a close range.
Especially when the cat transformed into its true form, its strength and speed increased dramatically in all aspects.
Granny Tianlan was a little worried at first, but now she breathed a sigh of relief. She was not sure about the relationship between the man in front of her and the demon god, but she knew that this must be the little fox of Linlang's family. Once something happened, Linlang would be able to escape. , after learning about the tragedy, I am afraid that he will die for his love.
"You..." Mao BuTong couldn't believe it. He was about to slash the evil man's neck with his palm when he heard a joke.
"There is also a gap between the eight calamities..."
He only felt a force coming from his chest. He felt no pain, and his huge tiger body flew out backwards.
He couldn't react at all, so he hit the ground hard.
"Wow..." Mao BuTong groaned, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. Just as he was about to move, a foot stepped on his heart, like a mountain, making it difficult to resist.
Zhao Wujiang's right foot was different from stepping on a cat, as if he were stepping on a big stone. He rested his elbow on the knee of his right leg, supported his evil and handsome face, and said with a smile:
"Little brother, what's going on? Huh?"
"Uh..." Mao Bubu groaned again. This time he was not only seriously injured, but also angry and heartbroken after the defeat.
He never imagined that, as an unparalleled genius, he could not survive a single round in the hands of the man in front of him who was also in the eighth calamity.
He was obviously very cautious and took it seriously, and he transformed into his strongest form as soon as he came up.
But even so, it still failed miserably.
He couldn't imagine how fucking big the gap was between him and this evil man.
What kind of Eight Tribulations Venerable is this?
