Chapter 641: White Tiger

A faint laughter came from that extremely far away, resounding between the heaven and the earth.

Huh!

Almost all their gazes were raised sharply, staring at the distant sky closely. Under the terrible pressure that swept through, they unexpectedly felt a strong sense of depression.

It's as if a big stone is blocked in the chest.

Even the Futu Xuan and Mo Kezhi above the spirit boat squinted their eyes slightly. Under this pressure, even them felt an inexplicable heart palpitation.

Under the gaze of countless lines of sight, soon, a white spot appeared in the distant sky, and the white spot flickered a few times, which was the rapid expansion in the pupils of the eyes, and finally turned into a huge head. The white tiger at the end.

The white tiger walked through the air, exuding golden runes, a few flickering, and it appeared in front of the 10,000-person army in Lingyan Pavilion. After a while, the blood-like pressure was diffused. And to open, it has caused countless strong people to change their colors.

"This...what kind of beast is this?"

"It's a terrifying coercion, and it's not inferior to the Phoenix, Dragon Race."

On the entire plain, countless powerful men were faintly confused, their eyes staring at the white tiger with a body of about a thousand feet in horror. The pressure made everyone frightened.

Futu Xuan and Mo Ke frowned and looked at each other, they all saw the shocking color in each other's eyes.

"This is a sacred beast... White Tiger?"

At any rate, they are also Saint-Pin Tian Supreme, with extraordinary experience. After a brief period of consternation, they knew the origin of the tiger in front of them, and their expressions immediately became condensed.

In the ancient times, the white tiger clan of the sacred beasts was exterminated by the evil clan outside the territory, how could there be such a powerful white tiger remaining in the world?

And they can clearly perceive that the strength of this white tiger has reached the strength of the mid-term Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereign, and its combat effectiveness is extraordinary.

At this time, countless lines of sight followed, and only then did I see that on the head of that huge white tiger, three figures stood with their hands behind their hands. oppression.

"Chen Mo, are the three of you here?"

Futu Xuan looked at the three people on Baihu's head with extremely solemn expression.

One of them is the great elder of the Tailing ancient tribe, Taiming ancestor.

And the slender and tall woman beside him should be Chen Yuexi, the patriarch of the Tailing Ancient Clan.

The reason for his dignified expression is that Chen Mojia Taiming ancestor, plus this sacred beast White Tiger, as well as the sacred beast Phoenix, the sacred beast Pai Yao, and the sacred beast Suzaku.

In Lingyan Pavilion, there is already a sixth-rank Saint-Rank Heavenly Supreme.

On the other hand, on their side, together with the patriarch of the ancient Heitian tribe, the treasures of the town and clan of the two tribes can only be compared to the seven holy products of the heavenly supreme.

There is not much difference between the strength of the two sides.

And this is the opponent's home court.

If you really fight, it will undoubtedly hurt the enemy a thousand and hurt yourself eight hundred.

No one wants to see this.

But it is even more impossible to understate the resumption of troops in this way, because once the troops are retreated, it will be even more ridiculed by the people of the world.

It seems that if you want to capture Chen Mo, it should be impossible.

It can only be second best.

Mo Kezhi's face was extremely gloomy. He originally thought it would be a smooth thing to step down Lingyan Pavilion this time.

But at this time, I realized that it was extremely tricky.

Mokotian behind Moko clenched his five fingers into a fist fiercely, squeezing and clicking, and endless killing intent burst out in his eyes.

He felt that he had a hat on his head, which was so heavy.

Not only Fu Tu Xuan and the others were shocked and couldn't help themselves, even the ancestor Taiming lost his voice and didn't know what to say.

This sacred beast, White Tiger, coupled with the shocking means from Ling Yancheng to this plain in an instant, made the ancestor Taiming unable to see what Chen Mo's true strength was.

...

Between the heaven and the earth, suddenly quieted down, and countless curious and surprised eyes gathered on the white tiger's head.

"Elder, long time no see, kid Chen Mo is polite."

Chen Mogong said with a voice.

With a faint smile, Junyi's face was calm, not the slightest discoloration for the locust-like army in front of him.

Chen Mo's attitude made Defutu Xuan's complexion a little better, and immediately said with a cold snort, "Chen Mo, you can be guilty."

"I am guilty, but I don't regret it." Chen Mo said softly.

"presumptuous!"

Hearing this, Futu Xuan and Mo Ke who were next to him suddenly turned dark, and there was a cold light surging in the pupils of their eyes.

"Chen Mo, you are so courageous. It's time for you to dare to say this. I ask you, what is your intention to abduct my fiancee?" Mo Ketian asked Chen with a bit of gritted teeth. ink.

"Of course it was love at first sight, and now it has been privately set for life." Chen Mo smiled.

"what?"

Hearing this, Mo Ketian's body trembled and pointed to Chen Mo and said, "Could it be that you and Yan Jing...have...have..."

"Yes, that's what you think." Chen Mo interrupted Mo Ketian directly.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood came out of Mo Ketian's mouth, his face turned white, and he went crazy: "Chen Mo, I...I want to kill you."

After speaking, he must rush out of the spirit boat and fight Chen Mo to the death.

But Mo Ke was stubbornly held on, and reprimanded: "Calm down."

"Can't calm down, I must kill him."

"Father, you must kill him for me."

"The hatred of seizing a wife is not shared."

Mo Ketian's entire face was almost distorted.

The whole plain fell silent at this moment, and countless eyes looked at the calm youth, all swallowing.

No one thought that at this time, Chen Mo could still say this.

"Since you are convicted, let's go with the old man." Futu Xuan said solemnly.

Chen Mo shook his head: "Sorry, Elder, I still have something on hand at the moment, and I will bring Yanjing and Xuan'er back to apologize to you another day."

"what?"

Futu Xuan's face became cold, and his voice almost roared: "Do you still want to keep Qing Yanjing and Qingxuan?"

Chen Mo nodded.

"Well, well, even if the old man is desperate for his life today, he still has to capture you back."

Futu Xuanqi said three good times in a row, and soon he looked at the ancestor Taiming next to Chen Mo, and said in a deep voice, "Old man Taiming, do you want to help you too?"

Chen Yuexi looked at the ancestor Taiming.

The ancestor Taiming stroked the gray beard and smiled: "The patriarch has an order, and the old man has to follow it."

"That old man is offended."

I saw the Buddha stomped on the sole of his feet, and a huge yin and yang pattern suddenly appeared under his feet. Immediately after he waved his sleeves, a white light burst out.

It was a sacred white and shining small tower, and under the knot of the Buddha's handprints, the small tower grew bigger and bigger.

After a few breaths, a huge tower measuring several thousand meters long appeared in front of everyone.