New White Snake Asking Immortals

A low hilltop surrounded by a market town.

The colorful tiger landed heavily with the blood cultivator in its mouth. It was the last one in the vicinity for dozens of miles, because the blood cultivator's strong smell of blood was easy to identify. You could easily dig out the hidden blood cultivator with your sense of smell, but you had to be careful not to kill him.

Throw the howling low-level blood cultivator into the pile of his accomplices, and try to make them suffer to the point of regret.

All the ordinary people around him had run away, and they even left the market town with their families and their families carrying handbags on their shoulders. What made Fat Hu sad was that the butcher also ran away.

He licked his lips and squatted down, quietly waiting for the blood cultivators to regret themselves.

How long will it take for the boss to regret it?

Let them scream for another incense time? Or scream for an hour? Or as long as you like?

When Fat Hu was confused, he caught a glimpse of a strong-willed blood cultivator glaring at him fiercely. He didn't cry or howl. His limbs were broken and painful, his clothes were soaked with sweat and he didn't say a word. He was very good, courageous and ambitious. Since There’s no need to remain an eyesore if you don’t cooperate.

Lifting his claws, Pu Fan's bold tiger claws gently helped him free himself, allowing his blood to flow into the formation.

This feeling reminds Fat Tiger of running freely in the mountains and forests. The ground is full of berries that herbivores love. Every time he steps down, the berries will be crushed and juice squeezed out. The tiger's claws will be stained with colors and the smell will be unpleasant.

Then gently crush one, good, yes, that's what it feels like.

The howling sounds became less and less frequent.

The blood-colored channels of the large array were filled with dark red blood. The center of the large array was smashed by the monster's kowtow, and its spirituality was completely lost, so it had no reaction other than attracting flies.

When Fat Tiger crushed the last berry, Bai Yujun walked out of the hole, holding the gravel in his small hand.

With a slight wave, the gravel flew towards Fat Tiger.

"Put it away, don't lose it."

Fat Tiger quickly opened the sack and packed the stones with writing on them.

Bai Yujun glanced at the blood everywhere and nodded with satisfaction. Although the method was a little rough, the handling was very clean. There might be a few fish that escaped the net by coincidence and avoided the disaster. It didn't matter.

"Well done. Let's go. Find a city to eat first. Remember, if you encounter a big mouth like this in the future, you will kill him immediately!"

Fat Tiger nodded quickly.

"Don't care about the opponent's background and identity, whether it's a god or a street gangster, beat him hard!"

A certain dragon looked at the puddle of meat on the ground with disgust.

"If you can't defeat them, ask for help from me, and I will send you troops! If one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals are not enough, millions will be needed! Those who talk nonsense must be killed and their whole life's cultivation will be wasted!"

The majestic tiger raised his head immediately. These words were good and domineering. He tried his best to remember every word in his mind.

Bai Yujun climbed onto the tiger's back lightly.

The colorful tiger carried the boss and ran in the air, looking for direction by watching the momentum, and headed straight to the nearest city with a larger population.

The low mountain behind was covered with corpses and blood. Without the awe-inspiring aura of the great demon, the smell of blood and putrefaction attracted countless flies and scavenging birds. The originally dark red top of the mountain was soon covered with a thick layer of black gray, with wings flapping. The roar could be heard down the mountain.

…

The fat tiger carried the boss and flew through the air.

No matter which family or sect is in the Demon Cave, certain unwritten rules are completely ignored.

For example, the lower your cultivation level, the lower you have to fly. It is best to go around other people's territory, or say hello, hello, hello, everyone, but Fat Tiger doesn't care. Its cultivation level is enough to show off its power, and the straight line between two points is the shortest. Why take the wrong path?

Usually a certain Bai would hide his whereabouts and isolate himself from the world.

But now my head is so full of thoughts about the mysterious gravel that I have ignored unimportant trivial matters.

Passing by the ancestral land of a certain cultivating family, an angry monk rose into the sky.

"Which fellow Taoist wouldn't give it to me..."

Immediately afterwards, the expressions became colorful.

"Well, I'll forgive you, senior. It's because I'm ignorant. I have prepared some fine wine and delicacies in my house to welcome you..."

A strong wind blew against the face, messing up the monk's carefully groomed bun. The ferocious giant tiger with a demonic aura flew past in the wind. The fat tiger didn't care about the monk flying into the sky, nor what he said, and he missed a scene in vain. Free banquet.

Not long after, passing through the mountain with rich spiritual energy, the sect's mountain guarding formation, where it was difficult to distinguish between good and evil, suddenly became bright.

"Bold! What evildoer breaks into the mountain gate! Disciple guarding the mountain, hurry up..."

Before he finished speaking, the tiger was gone. The monks of the sect stopped after noticing the aura of the great demon, as if nothing had happened.

Next, the fat tiger flew over the caves and the devil's cave, causing waves of exclamations.

Some evil cultivators who are the kings of the enclosure are very low-key. The evil objects enshrined in the evil temples in the market restrain their aura, and try their best not to appear in the sight of the big demons who happen to pass by. They put aside the rules they care about most in daily life.

at dusk.

A large city appeared in the distance.

Several towering bamboo shoot peaks surround the basin, and the peaks are connected by city walls dozens of feet high. A Fatai Hall is built on each peak to form the hub of the formation. The original color of the city walls cannot be seen, the masonry is dark brown, and the wall tiles are Absorbing the evil spirit of resentment, some monsters like barnacles that rely on resentment to survive are clustered here and there, densely parasitic on the city wall, sleeping quietly and waiting for creatures to approach, indirectly strengthening the defense of the city wall.

In remote and wild worlds, large cities are generally built in resource-rich areas and can be regarded as fortresses to compete for resources.

It's obvious that the world of spiritual practice is not peaceful.

The gathered monks or demons and monsters will land on the ground and enter the city through the city gate.

The lights have just been lit at the city gate, and the crowded practitioners of all kinds are raising their heads one after another.

A ferocious tiger with golden fur and black stripes comes from the sky. It seems that it has no intention of landing. Is it the true successor of a strong junior or a profound cultivation?

Every boring human being or monster is excited.

I am excited and looking forward to seeing the excitement. The ferocious tiger is obviously a ferocious monster. The murderers in the city lord's palace are not good at it. Watching the excitement is not too big a deal. It is best to fight to the death in darkness and simply smash the city wall. It's better to destroy the city. It's not your own industry anyway, so it doesn't matter.

These guys practice hard and comprehend every day, trying their best to suppress their desires and work hard to improve their cultivation.

When all kinds of natural desires are oppressed by the urgent need for spiritual practice, suddenly there is excitement to watch, and the accumulated desires have an outlet, and the enthusiasm suddenly rises to seek exciting excitement. This is also the reason why some monks suddenly fall into evil spirits when they achieve success.

It is common for practitioners who have been in seclusion for many years to practice asceticism, and when they finish their ascetic practice, they can't control themselves for a while and engage in vindictive enjoyment behavior.

There were monks wearing the same clothes flying up from the city wall, and the leader bravely faced the tiger.

Just when the onlookers at the city gate were about to get excited, the fierce tiger demon suddenly disappeared. It felt like eating a watermelon cooled by well water in the dog days of summer. The watermelon suddenly disappeared before it could be swallowed after just tasting it.

"..."

After a brief silence, they shouted boringly, everyone wanted to scold but dared not.

In fact, Fat Tiger did not become invisible or teleport.

A certain Bai finished thinking about a random thought, causing all sentient beings to ignore it unconsciously, and swaggeringly flew over the city wall on a tiger.

Bai Yujun has two things to do when he comes to Dachengchi.

First, find the largest and most luxurious restaurant to eat and drink, and taste all kinds of dishes one by one.

The second thing is to try to find clues about the gravel, but my talent is interfered with and I can't look back, so I can only use the stupidest method to investigate. The cave of the blood cultivator monster is definitely not the place where the stone was found, and its low cultivation level is definitely not the place where the stones were found. With the ability to travel far, big cities gather all kinds of information around them, and you may be able to discover something.

Falling straight onto the street, Fat Tiger turned into a fat-headed cat, put away his sack and saddle and followed closely behind the shopkeeper.

There is a lake to the east of the city. The clear water of the lake reflects the city lights. The sun sets, red clouds are stacked on the mirrored water, corvettes fly and fish leap, and the breeze ripples shakes the island. Several boats made of snow-white spiritual trees sail across the lake, and their reflections are like white birds and fairy birds flying in the starry sky.

Walking through the ancient stone arch bridge to the island in the middle of the lake, lotus flowers gather around the island, fireflies are flying around, and the strange stones exposed above the water are inlaid with candles. The sunset has dispersed, the starry sky is blue, and the huge full moon has just risen from the opposite side of the lake.

There is an exquisite, luxurious and brightly lit restaurant on the island, with an appropriate layout of pavilions.

Guests came and went, and the noise could be heard on the other side of the bridge.

The restaurant owner obviously has the strength and financial resources.

The scenery is beautiful and the buildings are magnificent, both luxurious and meaningful. Bai Yujun feels that he is probably a young man in the arts.

Being able to have an elegant mentality in this chaotic and disorderly world is simply a different kind. No sense of smell is needed to taste it. You can guess that the taste will definitely not disappoint Long. It is full of expectations. If you are satisfied, you can visit often in the future.

Remove the spell so that you and the fat-headed cat can be seen, and the fierce tiger's evil spirit is looming.

It not only allows people to notice Fat Tiger's top level demon cultivation, but also does not cause the monks to panic, lest they be disturbed by the short-sighted ones.

I just walked to the spacious door of the restaurant.

A group of maids appeared. They quickly and politely separated a passage among the people. They bent down and bowed their heads to greet the distinguished guests. The monks who were squeezed to both sides did not get angry. They knew that high-level monks were coming and felt that it was reasonable. There should be nothing wrong with it.

A young maid with the shape of Xiaojiabiyu quickly walked up to Bai Yujun and bowed respectfully to Bai and Fat Hu.

"We would like to welcome you two seniors. We have prepared a box with the highest floor and the most beautiful view, please."

The voice is soft and nice.

The service in the restaurant is very meticulous, and different guests are received differently, which is very professional.

Moubai nodded and followed the maid who was nervous and heart-beating into the door. The air in the building was fresh due to the arrangement of magic circles. The wine tables in the hall were almost full of guests. Each of the diners lowered their heads cautiously and did not dare to look directly. They only dared to use the corners of their eyes. Observe secretly.

The fat-headed cat is obviously a shrunken tiger, and the aura of the big demon makes people feel excited. Fortunately, the aura is suppressed deliberately.

The little girl walking in front of the big demon is the most mysterious.

The existence that can make the great demon follow you obediently without detecting any aura, and can be easily ignored if you don't pay attention, must not be provoked...

The maids on both sides lined up from the door to the innermost side. Xiaojiabiyu's maid led the way sideways and walked into the pavilion that could be lifted vertically.

Fat Tiger observed curiously, and the exquisite pavilion that could accommodate more than ten people slowly rose.

Bai Yujun finds it very interesting and plans to install one in his own store, which can indirectly increase the happiness index of the grocery store.

Soon, the exquisite pavilion rose to the top.