Zhongli Lin stubbornly resisted the Swinging God Bell and hid himself in the Swinging God Bell, not daring to take a single step, otherwise what he would face would be the supreme power of the golden giant beast.

Everyone was horrified, and a ridiculous self-deprecation came to everyone's mind.

A mutated white hoof of a buried tiger, a seventh-level spirit beast.

It doesn't matter if that ordinary-looking young man is a beast master, a beast king, or even worse, he is a beast emperor, so it doesn't matter. The most important thing is that the young man is already an invincible existence in this stone room.

Even if all the martial artists join forces, they will not be her opponents, because she has a seventh-level spirit beast, a seventh-level spirit beast that can burn everyone with one breath!

Even killing all the evil spirits had to be surprised, he had never learned from the mouth of the dangerous dream that the white pupil actually had a mutated burial tiger white hoof, and he was also a young generation in the spiritual realm, but the shock that the white pupil gave him was too much.

Lou Qibai's face was as bleak as ashes.

Deng Lan Zixuan showed an inexplicable smile, but she consciously covered her mouth, for fear of saying something.

"Don't come, don't come near me!" Zhong Lilin shook his head vigorously, clutching the Swinging God Bell, but as the white hooves of the Burial Tiger got closer and closer, he felt that his heart was about to stop.

A seventh-level spirit beast, that is a seventh-level spirit beast equivalent to a martial artist in the realm of life cultivation! Not weaker than the owner of this ruin, the demon warrior who cultivates the mirror.

The white hooves of the burial tiger stopped in front of the Swinging God Bell, lay down, and looked at Zhongli Lin motionless with a pair of huge eyes.

Zhong Lilin was sweating profusely, but he breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that there was no way to take the Divine Bell with the white hooves of the burial tiger.

He breathed a sigh of relief and began to use soul coins into the space ring to replenish the soul power consumed, otherwise he wouldn't be able to maintain the Swinging God Bell for long.

Dong Chi Li jumped on the back of the white hooves of the burial tiger, touched the soft fur of the white hooves of the buried tiger, and smiled softly: "Yin Yin, you have slept for more than four years, but fortunately you have broken through, but are you still sad?" ”

The white hoof of the burial tiger shook his head and said sweetly: "Brother Bai Tong, I'm fine, do you want me to catch this guy out of the Swinging God Bell?" ”

When Dong Chi Li heard this, he immediately looked at Zhong Lilin and said with a smile: "Shrinking turtle, why don't you come out?" Come on, come out, how about we fight head-on? ”

Zhong Lilin was unmoved, and desperately used soul coins to replenish his soul power.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a big gap between Dong Chi Li's cultivation and Zhong Lilin, the soul coins in his space ring would have been swept away by Dong Chi Li, where would it be his turn to use soul coins to replenish his soul power.

Kill the evil spirit, Deng Lan Zixuan and Lou Qibai all came over.

Deng Lanzixuan mocked Zhong Lilin and said, "Wasn't you still very arrogant just now? Why is it so weak now? Come out and get into a fight with your grandfather Zixuan. ”

As soon as he heard Deng Lan Zixuan speak, the white hoof of the burial tiger turned his head and looked at her strangely.

Deng Lan Zixuan trembled, pushed back the head of the white hooves of the burial tiger, and said with a smile: "Don't look at me, don't look at me, your brother Zixuan is nothing to look at." ”

The white hooves of the burial tiger snorted, and he stopped looking at Deng Lanzixuan.

Dong Chi Li flattened his mouth and sneered at Zhong Lilin: "Do you really think that the white hooves of the burial tiger can't get rid of your Swinging God Bell?" Yinyin, bite it. ”

The white hooves of the burial tiger stood up, opened his mouth and bit down on the Swinging God Bell, Zhongli Lin was shocked, and hurriedly rolled into the Swinging God Bell to input soul power.

But only a "click" was heard, and cracks appeared on the Swinging God Bell, but it quickly crumbled into pieces, turned into wisps of wisp of soul power, and dissipated in the stone room.

However, the bloody mouth of the white hooves of the burial tiger did not stop, but continued to bite towards Zhong Lilin's head.

"Ahh

However, not only was his head not bitten off, but there were bursts of snickering around him.

Zhong Lilin opened his eyes, and in front of him was a huge golden face, and even the golden eyes of the white hooves of the burial tiger were full of ridicule.

"Mom, let me kill him." The Nether-patterned Leopard jumped on the back of the white hooves of the Burial Tiger, rubbed Dong Chi Li's hand, and said coquettishly.

Mom......

This mother's scream made everyone messy, and only looked at Dong Chi Li with a smile on her face.

Lou Qibai said in surprise: "It's okay if Sister Meng calls you a girl, even your soul beast calls you mother, where do you look like a girl?" ”

"It's nothing, it's nothing, this baby's head is a little pitted."

Dong Chi Li smiled awkwardly, and then punched the head of the Netherworld Leopard, this baby's mother has been calling her mother for many years, and she can't change it! Unlike Yin Yin, what occasion to say, Dong Chi Li is the most happy.

As soon as the Nether Leopard was aggrieved, he turned his head and shouted at Zhong Lilin, and a huge soul power rushed out so violently, slamming into Zhong Lilin's body, directly throwing Zhong Lilin out and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Zhong Lilin knelt on the ground, his face was cloudy, he could recognize that the attack of the Nether-patterned leopard was not his own Split Mountain Fist! Unexpectedly, not only was the white hoof of the burial tiger strong, but even the Netherworld Leopard had such an ability, and he was in a catastrophe!

Zhong Lilin hurriedly jumped up from the ground and quickly blasted towards a small door, maybe he ran behind the small door, he still had a chance of life!

The Burial Tiger's white hoof is too large for it to enter the small door, and compared to his speed, the Nether Leopard may not be able to beat him.

"Want to go?!"

Dong Chi Li snorted coldly, stood up, jumped lightly on the back of the white hooves of the burial tiger, and burst out, a pair of pure white and flawless wings suddenly spread out on her back, sprinkling countless light feathers.

With the help of the power of the Silent Void Cold Feather in the air, and with the help of Ling Fengbu's psychedelic steps, Dong Chi Li's figure approached Zhong Lilin in an instant in a dazzling shadow.

There was a great crisis behind him, Zhong Lilin reflexively blasted out with a powerful Split Mountain Fist, Dong Chi Li dodged it in an instant, and this Split Mountain Fist continued to bombard backwards, and happened to be swallowed by the Nether Leopard who rushed in.

After such a stirring by Dong Chi Li, Zhong Lilin's speed slowed down, and the Nether Leopard took the opportunity to overtake Dong Chi Li, and then opened his mouth and spit out, returning all the huge energy of the Split Mountain Fist to Zhong Lilin!

"Ahh

Zhong Lilin let out a miserable scream, and his breath withered. The Nether Leopard walked over, bit him by the waist and picked him up, and with a slight force, Zhongli Lin would split his body in two.

"Leave me alone, I don't know Tarzan with my eyes." Zhong Lilin desperately begged Dong Chi Li for mercy, "As long as you let me go, I won't participate in the treasure hunting, and all my things will be given to you!" ”

"Tsk, coward."

Dong Chi Li withdrew the Void Cold Feather, landed in front of Zhong Lilin, kicked him on the shoulder, and shouted, "Give me a way!" ”