You are a cultivator of immortality, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

"Brother Chu, why did Lord Fang Lei suddenly ask us to leave here and go to the border to expand the territory?" Wei Man was a little puzzled.

"Don't ask, maybe something happened to the Lord!" Chu Hongyi's face was gloomy.

The sky was dark, and the shadow of Yinxu stretched out quietly like the claws of a giant beast.

Chu Hongyi stared at Yinxu behind him with a serious look, as if looking for an unknown answer.

"Alas... why?"

"The so-called plan should not be changed or replaced at will." Chu Hongyi looked back at Yinxu and explained.

Even though Fang Lei's face was normal, he still noticed something wrong from what Fang Lei said.

Fang Lei said that he gave the other half of the "Nine Five Sons of Heaven" to a Netherworld Black Tiger named You Muming for temporary safekeeping.

If he could cultivate the Human Dao Emperor Fire deeply enough, then he could naturally sense the other half of the "Nine Five Sons of Heaven" on You Muming.

Chu Hongyi knew at that time that this was a test set by Fang Lei for him, and also a bait for Fang Lei to let him concentrate on improving his strength.

If his spell is not deep enough, he will never get the other half of the spell.

Chu Hongyi turned his head and looked at Wei Man, who was carrying a huge longbow on his back.

It was Fang Lei's "Moonlight Bow". He tried to pull this bow, but it didn't open, but Wei Man pulled it open very easily.

It seems that you must have the blood of the witch clan to do it.

Fang Lei's warning test for Wei Man is to pull the bow completely and get its recognition.

Talk to a wisp of divine thought named "Dayi" and give the other party half of his "Little Eight Nine Golden Light Curse". The other party may come up with a better method.

These two warnings are like last words, and like expectations.

Wei Man couldn't figure it out, but Chu Hongyi didn't dare to think about it...

"Brother Chu, where are we going?" Wei Man looked at Chu Hongyi beside him and asked.

"Go...Chuzhou, my hometown!!!" Chu Hongyi spoke slowly, and every word was heavy.

...

Zuo Xiangyang's peaceful life was also broken, because two mysterious skills appeared in his home - "King Kong Tyrant Body" and "Heaven Slash".

He carefully flipped through each page, and every word seemed to be telling the ancient power and wisdom, which was extremely obscure and difficult to understand, making him a little sleepy.

Finally, after practicing "King Kong Fighting Will" for half a day, he felt that his body was filled with unprecedented power, as if he could knock down a tiger with one punch.

With his confidence doubled, he felt that he could beat Cheng Moxiao violently, so he simply prepared to go underground to find Cheng Moxiao to make fun of him as usual.

However, when he stepped into the familiar area, the scene was completely different from what he remembered.

A group of dark golden black tigers appeared out of thin air, and they were majestic, like mythical beasts from ancient legends.

The eyes of these black tigers flashed with a breathtaking light, and between their breaths, the air of the netherworld surrounded them, as if they were guarding this place.

Zuo Xiangyang's heart twitched. He could beat a tiger, but there was a group of them here. What should he do? Urgent!

"Um——" He exclaimed unconsciously.

Zuo Xiangyang's exclamation instantly alerted the group of black tigers. Their eyes were like sharp spears, instantly gathered on Zuo Xiangyang, staring closely at this unexpected intruder.

Can you imagine the feeling of being stared at by a tiger? Or stared at from all directions... Being stared at by countless tiger eyes at the same time is like being in a storm, locked in from all directions.

"It's over, it's over, my Zuo family is going to be extinct!" At that moment, Zuo Xiangyang even thought of the posture of his death.

His heart was beating secretly, and his heartbeat instantly accelerated, like thunder in a storm, deafening.

The black tigers looked at Zuo Xiangyang who broke in quietly, with a hint of solemnity and scrutiny in their eyes.

On the other side, Zuo Xiangyang stood there nervously. He felt a little scared when being stared at by the group of Nether Black Tigers, as if he was in the center of a storm, and every inch of his skin felt the chill.

Finally, as if he couldn't bear the pressure, he began to shout: "Cheng Moxiao, come out and save me! If you don't come out, your brother will become feces!"

It was Zuo Xiangyang's words that made the group of Nether Black Tigers put away their hostility.

They did hear Cheng Moxiao say that he had a bad friend, who seemed to be called-

"Are you Zuo Xiangyang?" A majestic black tiger took the initiative to walk out, and the aura on his body reached the late stage of the Dharma phase. It took the initiative to answer very friendly, "Cheng Moxiao went to the underworld..."

Gone to the underworld?

Doesn't that mean he's dead?

Zuo Xiangyang's face turned completely pale when he heard this, and his hope was completely shattered.

"These tigers even know my name? And they said that Cheng Moxiao has gone to hell? Brother, did you call my name before you died?" Zuo Xiangyang looked miserable, and felt a sense of grief.

Thinking of this, he immediately raised the knife in his hand and shouted at the Nether Black Tiger: "Hey, evil beast, give me back my brother's life!"

The Nether Black Tiger was a little dazed when he heard this. What is going on?

Because it didn't notice the danger, it looked at Zuo Xiangyang with a knife and chopped it towards its head.

Bang——

Broken...

The knife broke...

The atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Xiangyang was completely desperate. He raised his hands tremblingly, roared, and a golden fighting spirit surged from his body.

"King Kong's fighting spirit!!!"

A quarter of an hour later, Zuo Xiangyang was completely beaten down.

The Netherworld Black Tiger in the late Dharma phase snorted and said, "How come you don't understand tiger language? I said that Cheng Moxiao went to the underworld, but I didn't say he died..."

"Going to the underworld doesn't mean death... You still want to lie... Oh, oh, oh, that's right, Cheng Moxiao went to the underworld, so TNND doesn't it mean going home?" Zuo Xiangyang said halfway before he realized it.

Cheng Moxiao has the pupil of the underworld, so going to the underworld is as normal as visiting a friend?

In other words, he seemed to have misunderstood something...

Zuo Xiangyang's body stiffened, and he turned his head to look at the group of black tigers.

After half a day, Zuo Xiangyang came out from underground, holding a rather extraordinary sword in his hand, with the air of the underworld wrapped around it, and a tiger's palm as the handle.

I heard from a Netherworld Black Tiger named Youquan that this knife is called the Netherworld Tiger Roaring Knife, and the blade is made of the teeth and claws of their Netherworld Black Tiger ancestors.

It carries endless death intent, and as long as it inflicts wounds on the enemy, the enemy will definitely find it difficult to heal itself.

This knife would corrode the owner of the knife, but it seems to have infinite fighting spirit to protect its body and can resist this erosion, so they compensated this knife as an apology.

"Hehehe~ Cheng Moxiao's friends are really good! Come again next time..."