Temple of Madness

Chapter 277
Chapter 277

"Hahaha! Cool!" Zhang Yang was really cool, it seems that Xiaocheng in "Shenhuangjing" is still much stronger than before, and his upper limit of qi and blood has also increased by one layer.

The Raging Fire Horse fell to the ground in front of the wounded white tiger, and Wanmi's body hit the ground heavily, making a roar, and was slowly losing his breath of life.

Roar!
The white tiger let out a stern roar, and looked at Zhang Yang with hatred in its two huge tiger eyes. A terrifying aura suddenly rose from his body, which was very similar to what he felt on the gold-backed silver light sculpture.

"Oh? Bloodline supernatural power?" Zhang Yang was in the air unhurriedly, watching the changes on Baihu with great interest. He wanted to see how strong the bloodline supernatural power displayed by the demon king was in its heyday.

The reason why the gold-backed silver light sculpture had been severely injured before was that the power of the bloodline supernatural power it displayed was not very strong. Zhang Yang used Maha Shida to directly blow it up.

Now this white tiger is at its full strength, and his bloodline seems to be relatively advanced. Zhang Yang is not a ruthless person, and he will naturally not be stingy when given a chance.

"Come on, kitty, let me see your strength." A gray air flow rose slowly from Zhang Yang's body, his eyes were filled with golden light, and the "Shenhuang Sutra" was running wildly in his body, and his whole person seemed to have become A golden man is even more dazzling than the sun under the light.

A huge phantom of a white tiger appeared behind the kitten. It was already huge, but this phantom was ten times larger. There was a golden rhombic spar between its eyebrows, and it was extremely domineering. There is also a holy, a majestic blood suppression force.

"Could it be a descendant of the white tiger?" Zhang Yang nodded slightly, then he would be beaten.

Roar!
A burst of invisible sound waves hit, and the space they passed collapsed inch by inch. It looked extremely powerful, Zhang Yang was not afraid at all, and just stood there and endured all the sound wave attacks.

After touching the sound waves, the divine essence on his body slowly circulated, completely dispelling it in a strange way.

But this is not over yet, the phantom of the white tiger suddenly slapped Zhang Yang with a palm, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the space could not be kept intact under this palm.

Zhang Yang unhurriedly raised the dragon stick in his hand, the gray air flow flowed on the dragon stick, and the gold and gray corresponded, he seemed to be an invincible god of war now.

Maha Shida!

Zhang Yang swung his stick at a very slow speed, but this force distorted the space.

Rumble!
At the point of collision, layers of space burst, and a terrifying void turbulence appeared. Zhang Yang tightly held the Tenglong stick in his hand. The power of this phantom of the white tiger was very powerful. One ten-thousandth of the power, but the white tiger is still strong, the blood is there, and it has to be taken seriously.

In this way, the two were deadlocked in mid-air, neither of them would let the other go, but Zhang Yang could no longer hold the stick in his hand, he still overestimated himself after all.

"Break me!" Zhang Yang roared angrily, the golden glow on his body had flickered to the extreme, this unyielding anger was like the sound of thunder, and the unruly nature in Zhang Yang's heart was born again.

"I am the emperor of the gods, you little kitty dare to make trouble in front of me, die to me!" Infinite power surged out of his body, and the dragon stick in Zhang Yang's hand suddenly exerted force, and the air of chaos swept the whole dragon stick, and the power suddenly Step it up a notch.

"Die!" Finally, under a huge golden light, the Tenglong stick slammed on Baihu Xuying's body, cracking it inch by inch, and disappeared into nothingness in a blink of an eye.

The two are connected, the shattering of the phantom of the white tiger caused the little cat to be severely injured. Zhang Yang has long been prepared and experienced, and immediately flew forward, sealing the meridians on his body. Even if it wanted to explode, there was nothing it could do .

"What? Are you satisfied with this stick?" Zhang Yang stepped on its head, looked at his big tiger eyes, and asked contemptuously.

"You... why do you have such a strong power?" The tiger's mouth grinned, and blood flowed out in a turbulent manner.

Zhang Yang put the Tenglong stick back into his ears, and smiled disdainfully: "Why? I want to ask you, why are you so weak? Are you demon kings like this?"

"Haha, even if you are strong, you are still not as strong as our Demon Emperor. Give up, when our Demon Emperor is born, your human race will usher in death." Baihu laughed wildly.

"Really? Just come, I, Zhang Yang, will take care of everything." Zhang Yang's fist condensed with divine essence hit his head fiercely.

Snapped!
With a loud sound, the white tiger's head exploded like a huge watermelon. At this time, the white tiger's primordial spirit rose slowly and flew towards the sky at a high speed.

"Want to run? I have already guarded against you." Zhang Yang smiled coldly, and a golden light shot out from his eyes, directly obliterating the phantom of the white tiger in the sky.

After dealing with the two demon kings, Zhang Yang rubbed his sore muscles and bones. The white tiger still has something, and the fierce horse next to it seemed a little weak.

"Which of these two demon kings is better to eat?" Zhang Yang rubbed his chin, thinking about which of the two demon kings is better.

"Tiger meat sounds more majestic. I heard that horse meat is sour, so eat tiger meat." Zhang Yang thought for a while, and finally decided to eat tiger meat, so he took out a sharp knife from the storage ring. With a big knife, he cut a huge piece of tiger meat from the tiger's body, raised a bonfire and began to roast it.

In a short while, the smell of meat overflowed, Zhang Yang swallowed his saliva, and the tiger meat was crystal clear, looking like a peerless medicine.

"It seems that my barbecue level is still good." Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction, the tiger meat was almost ready, Zhang Yang bit it down, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Damn it, it's so delicious!" Zhang Yang swallowed it in one gulp, and immediately ate up the whole tiger meat.

After half an hour, the white tiger next to Zhang Yang was cut off by one percent. Don't underestimate this one percent, you must know that the white tiger has a body of [-] meters.

Zhang Yang patted his bulging stomach and hiccupped. The blood in his body was boiling. The tiger meat actually had a great tonic effect on his body.

So Zhang Yang immediately sat cross-legged, embraced Yuan Guiyi, and began to practice the "Shenhuang Sutra"...

In an extremely dark corner, evil spirits are rising. This is a secret room. Countless human bones have been cast into a path leading to another dark space.

A skinny old man pointed at his crutches and walked tremblingly on the road made of human bones. Every step he took made a rattling sound, which sounded very haunting.

(End of this chapter)