Within the formation base space, terrifying high temperatures swept every corner.
Bai Hao stood on the edge of the stone platform. When the green flames passed by him, they would automatically avoid them and rush towards the top.
The blood energy that was floating and stacked on the top like clouds before was burned by these green flames. In the sizzling sound, the scale continued to shrink and became more condensed, until at a certain moment, it was affected by the power of Shura in the center of the blood energy. , collapsed into a blood bead the size of a thumb, whirled and rushed towards Bai Hao, and was finally swallowed by Bai Hao.
The red light in Bai Hao's eyes flashed away, and his pursed lips were slightly raised, extremely satisfied with the current situation.
Bai Hao looked down at the place where the fireworks were thickest and said softly: "You are the first person to see my self-created technique. Do you have any good suggestions?"
In the endless fire, Bai Hao, whose clothes were burned off, was floating cross-legged in the air about three feet above the ground. The mask on his face continued to tremble, and bursts of light emitted from it to protect him from the fireworks.
Hearing Bai Hao's proud words, Bai Hu's eyebrows moved slightly, and he remained silent like a sculpture.
Although the temperature of this powerful flame was endlessly hot, it was simply impossible to kill the white tiger on ordinary days.
But he was eroded by two Shura powers one after another, especially the last one that hit him in the chest. If the mask itself had not had a weapon spirit and could automatically protect the master in critical moments, then he would probably have died in the sea of fire because he could not mobilize his true energy. .
At this moment, Bai Hu's strength is very low. The most terrible thing is that he has always had a thought in his heart. After he has not suppressed it, it will become more and more determined the next time it comes up. He just asks him to put down all distracting thoughts and kill Bai Hu. Hao.
But if he really moves like this, even without Bai Hao taking action, his Dao foundation will be completely eroded by this evil force. From now on, even if Bai Hu is still alive, he will not be the Bai Hu he is now.
Bai Hao waited patiently for a few breaths. Before there was any movement in the passage, he was already sure that Mu Qing had probably found the last formation base.
After his mind was on Mu Qing, he immediately wanted to leave. Looking at Bai Hu who was still struggling, he raised his jaw and said, "I can give you one last chance to surrender to me."
After a long silence, a weak voice rang out from the fireworks: "Surrender?"
Perhaps it was because the sound of the raging fireworks was louder and more continuous. Bai Hao took two steps forward. Only then did Bai Hao, who looked sarcastic, somewhat confirm Bai Hu's tone.
He nodded slightly and said: "Let go of the suppression and let the power of Shura control your Taoist heart, then you will live, otherwise you will die."
This time there was a longer silence. Bai Hao nodded, "You are very lucky to be able to be the source of conversation when I talk to my enemies in the future."
Bai Hao stretched out his hand and pointed at Bai Hu, and a Shura spear as thick as an arm shot straight at Bai Hu with a hiss. Bai Hu raised his head at this moment, and the mask on his face trembled. Along with the whistling sound waves, the fireworks spread out, and one foot long The tiger spirit stretched out its big claws and bit straight towards Shura's spear.
"Hmph, a fight between trapped beasts."
Bai Hao put his hands behind his back, and what he saw was another Shura spear shot straight at the white tiger. The tiger's spirit body quickly collapsed under the superimposed power of the two spears. The remaining Shura power came down on the white tiger, and it broke through in an instant. The line of defense that White Tiger struggled to maintain.
"ah!"
Bai Hu looked up to the sky and let out an angry roar. He raised his body to the same level as Bai Hao and stretched out his hand towards Bai Hu.
Bai Hao didn't feel any aura fluctuations. He snorted coldly and rushed over to directly kill Bai Hu. A warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart. The figure that had been rushing towards Bai Hao suddenly raised its height and stabbed silently with a long sword. It entered Bai Hao's back, came out from the middle of his opening, and flew back to Bai Hu's side, the sword roaring endlessly.
Among the people who were killed secretly, only Bai Hao's spiritual weapon Snow King Sword had already transformed to the level of a half-foot soldier because of the warmth of his sword. Unfortunately, even this sword could only penetrate Bai Hao's chest. .
Bai Hu thought with regret on his face, nodded approvingly towards the Snow King Sword flying around him, and then his consciousness completely blackened and he fainted.
The two magic weapons around Bai Hu exerted their greatest effect at this moment. The mask emitted a shimmering light and enveloped his body. The Snow King Sword roared and hit the stone top. It turned out that they were working together to save people. Scenes.
It's a pity that after all, they are just spiritually removing life, and they don't know that all this is not in vain.
His big hand had been grabbing the Snow King Sword forcefully. The blood mist filled it, and the power of Shura exploded, directly obliterating the spiritual spirit in the Snow King Sword. The Snow King Sword shook endlessly, and finally At that moment, the tip of the sword bent in the direction of the white tiger. It let out a long roar and quickly dimmed. Then the sword sank with a click and a crack as long as the sword body appeared.
Bai Hao frowned and held the Snow King Sword behind his back with some disappointment.
He didn't expect that just a sword, which seemed to have a personality, would self-destruct.
Although being wiped out of spirituality is an unavoidable result, the Snow King Sword without the spirituality in the sword has at best fallen from the level of a half-step soldier back to a top-level spiritual soldier. Now that it is so broken, the quality is completely different.
Bai Hao knew a little more about the magic weapon in his heart. When he looked down at Bai Hu, his eyes fell directly on the mask on his face.
This mask seemed to feel his strong covetousness. Under the trembling and uneasiness, the body wrapped around Bai Hu slammed into the wall behind. In the middle of his breath, he hit it several times in succession, knowing that Bai Hao was a little depressed. He looked away and then stopped.
In the end, Bai Hao first used the fire of the mysterious fire everywhere in the secret room to create a completely enclosed formation. To ensure that everything was safe, he also left a Shura power that was enough to kill Bai Hu, and then left with the Snow King Sword. This secret room space. .
At any moment, the passage behind him was blocked by a large stone again. Bai Hao held the Snow King Sword in his hand and carefully recalled some of Bai Hu's sword intent. After he could simulate some breath, he opened his mouth and spit out a red bead.
As soon as the red bead appeared in the passage, the rich blood energy quickly filled the entire passage. Bai Hao was not worried whether Mu Qing had already guarded the last formation base. He felt it for a moment and nodded secretly. .
Most of the majestic blood energy contained in this red bead comes from the dragon blood pill. Now the mixed blood energy has been refined again and finally become pure.
Bai Hu groaned, his face twisted, and he forcibly released a small part of the Shura power in his body.
As his thoughts flowed, this small half of Shura's power quickly merged with the red bead. The blood mist surged, and when the movement stopped completely, a body that was almost exactly similar to the white tiger's figure appeared. He was standing quietly aside.
Soon, the body opened its eyes, and its slightly hollow gaze became colder because of the aura that deliberately imitated the white tiger's sword intent.
Bai Hao forcibly endured the pain of separated thinking, which felt like his soul was being torn apart. His eyes narrowed brighter and brighter, and he whispered bitterly: "I have to thank you for this..."
