God Ring Howl

After Zhao Xiang typed out a few spells and chanted words, the Soul Search Apparatus immediately spun

A black tentacles as long and slender as a cicada's arm got into the ugly man's forehead

The sound of cracking bones came out very abruptly

A trace of soul blood oozes from its forehead

Immediately above the ugly man's head appeared another black "black" tentacles [

After the tentacles danced in a circle, a white light curtain appeared, and the light curtain immediately drilled out, and the soul scroll appeared outside

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xiang, Leier, Honghaier, and the middle-aged man in yellow shirt all saw the images on the light curtain

Above the light curtain appeared the Extreme God Realm, where white clouds surrounded the creek and murmured

"Isn't this the secret place of our white tiger beast clan?" The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

Suddenly, a big hand appeared on the screen, turned around and then stretched into a certain palace.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt exclaimed: "My God, what is this giant hand trying to grab in the secret place?"

But the next thing happened that made everyone dumbfounded and opened their mouths wide

The looming giant hand is bouncing between the two of them with the palm facing down.

Zhao Xiang took a closer look and then looked at the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt

Leier and Zhao Xiang looked at each other, Ajian and Linger sighed

The four of them didn't say anything, only the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt screamed angrily, "What, what's going on?"

Attached under the palm are the two sons of the middle-aged man in yellow shirt

Anyone can see this because the two of them are so similar to the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt

Whether it's the eyebrows, the figure, or the temperament that exudes, it's just that the behavior is indecent and it's jumping around alive

"Brother Baihu" Zhao Xiang didn't stop his hands, one by one, the virtual talismans flew into the soul-searching book in the scroll of the soul, "I'm searching the soul of the ugly man. Many things that will be revealed soon have already happened, no matter how urgent they are, no matter how regretful they are useless"

Leier, Linger, and Ajian also persuaded from the side

Leier approached the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt and put his hand on his shoulder and said sincerely: "Brother Baihu, we all know that these two are sons, and now I don't know what will happen to them. You should watch it patiently."

"Why... how can I stay calm? This giant hand must be uneasy and kind. Everyone can see that." The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt is really anxious this time, his eyes are red, "My twin sons are talented. "Excellent" and extremely smart, but I know a little bit of arithmetic, but I found that they all died young, so I asked the god of fate, Tian, ​​to change their lives for a chance to survive..."

"The God of Destiny didn't agree with you, so he went to the Supreme Realm to seek help from the Undead Clan in a fit of anger." Leyle immediately asked [

"Oh, yes, I asked for help from the Supreme Elder of the Undead Clan, Ximenhu, and he promised to help me in every possible way, but the premise is that he let me collect the top-secret information of the ancient demon and evil master Dongfang Li, the disciple of Zhao Di, the eldest ancestor of Brother Xiang, and then hand it over to him. Whether it succeeds or not, he will take action to modify the fate of my two dogs, so that they can have a smooth life from now on." As if thinking of something, the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt showed shame and regret on his face

"Brother Baihu, do you think you will succeed in dealing with the undead clan?" Leel asked himself and immediately answered, "You must be the one who suffers, Brother Xiang, you must be able to find out all the truth through soul searching."

I wanted to say something, but seeing the sadness on the face of the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt, Leyle continued.

Ah Jian, Ling'er, and Hong Hai'er opened their mouths as if they had a good understanding and said something.

At this moment, the giant hand on the light curtain in front of everyone is moving rapidly

I don't know how many spaces and places I traveled through, and finally the giant hand stopped on the top of a green mountain surrounded by green water

As soon as the screen turns, it switches to a place where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant

The camera keeps shaking, winding paths in the mountains, dense ancient trees, jagged rocks, crevices, sunny pavilions, terraces and pavilions

The picture suddenly freezes and a figure appears in a house with carved beams and painted buildings

This person is not tall and is covered in a layer of hazy fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

But suddenly a giant palm fell from the sky above the roof

Two struggling people are still suspended under the palms

It is the descendant of the white tiger dressed in white

The gray mist immediately rolled violently, and the man in the mist smiled fiercely, and then said to the two handsome young men in white shirts who were strictly controlled by his phantom giant palm: "Hey, don't look at the majestic white tiger in the extreme god realm. It's just a fool, what a pity, how could such two amazingly talented sons be cast in their White Tiger Beast Clan by mistake?"

"Who are you? Let us go back. If my father finds out about this, he will never forgive you lightly." The white-clothed boy with a mole between his eyebrows said angrily.

"Hahaha, I really heard the funniest joke in the world. With your idiot father, can he beat me?" The man in the fog still didn't show his true face, just laughed wildly, "Don't say you two are yours." Dad, the ninth-level transformed beast, the white tiger is also a plaything in my hands. Huh, you two are still useful to me for the time being, so let’s spare you.” Then the voice was full of ferociousness: “I want to reshape you from now on. There will be your two sons again."

Say this, the man in the fog stretches out another big imaginary hand

The two imaginary hands grabbed a Baishanren and kneaded it repeatedly like this.

Waves of screams filled the room, and people heard a bone-piercing coldness suddenly rising from the depths of the bone marrow.

The sound of bones being broken, the sound of soul being rewashed, the sound of internal organs being cut is simply creepy

"Damn that bastard devil tormenting my son like this, I'll fight him!" The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt saw the enraged and furious pictures appearing on the light curtain in front of him. I couldn't control my emotions, and immediately punched the blue light group in the soul scroll.

Leyle immediately dodged a palm to stop the giant fist that was thrown out [

"Stop, Brother Baihu, what are you doing? This is how important it is that Brother Xiang is searching for the soul. If you are really angry, you will not only stop the process of searching for the soul immediately, let the secret sink to the bottom of the years forever, but also severely damage you, Brother Xiang. I can understand." Leil's golden face was full of awe, and his eyes were even more cold.

"I..." The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt seemed to think of something after listening to Leel's words

What Rael said is not true can I do this?

Can't absolutely can't just watch silently

The white tiger stared at the light curtain angrily.

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