"You are the same as me, haven't you noticed it? Haha, you and I are the same person.     .                                            �

Xuanwu became even more angry when he heard the roar of the inner demon. The anger had turned into a burning rage in his heart. He was so crazy that he wanted to force the sixth magic array. The price of forcibly activate the sixth magic array in his current situation was his own serious injury or even death. Qinglong and Zhuque also began to panic. If the final result today is that Xuanwu and Baihu died together, it would be a major loss to the four saints. Zhuque wanted to stop them from continuing to fight but was pulled by Qinglong.

"What are you doing?" Zhuque, who saw Qinglong stopping him, asked in confusion.

"Maybe this is an opportunity to reshape our four saints." Qinglong said calmly, "Luo Tian's inner demon is very deep and he must not become a white tiger. Xuanwu seems to have entered the demonic path. The inner demon is also not light, and his strength is far superior to us. He can no longer let him continue to do whatever he wants. If they can die together this time, then we can re-select the Xuanwu White Tiger. At that time, the four saints can still reunite and not destroy the glory created by the ancestors."

Qinglong made this idea. Zhuque thought about it and slowly retreated to Qinglong. She knew that Qinglong was right.

The sixth magic circle was about to be opened, and Luo Tian could not hold on to the stone mountain technique that increased its strength again and reached the green level. This would be a terrible moment for the two people to die together. But at this time, the wind and snow suddenly became heavier, and the strong wind and snow were strong. Xuanwu suddenly felt very cold. The coldness did not penetrate from the outside to the inside, but a deep cold in his body, as if his blood was about to be frozen. He turned around in surprise and saw a person coming to Feng Xuezhi. This was a weird man with a pair of white pupils.

There may be only the last descendant of the Snow Country in the entire Xuegu country. His eyes are like pure white gems, and they may be mistaken for being blind by ordinary people, but these eyes represent the identity and special abilities of the Snow Country people, and they can freeze people's blood.

Xuanwu was already on the verge of madness. The inner demon gradually controlled his mind and even opened the sixth magic circle to deal with Luo Tian at the cost of serious injury or even death. However, as the deep cold in his body came, his body could not move immediately, and his blood began to solidify gradually, which also made Xuanwu, who was hot-headed, calm down. Qinglong and Zhuque were also surprised to see this. At this time, a person who was disturbing the situation came out.

Xuanwu turned his head with difficulty and saw the person who was casting his spell on him. It was the storyteller Luo Tian met in the small town of Xuegubang.

The storyteller's own cultivation is not high, but he has the talent of a snowman. Xuanwu just put all his attention on Luo Tian's body, so he didn't notice the close storyteller behind him. However, the storyteller was in a low state of cultivation. He used all his spiritual energy and could not completely freeze Xuanwu, but only delayed the time of his move. Xuanwu felt that his blood had shown signs of being frozen. He was furious and was about to kill the storyteller. Suddenly,

Seeing the flying snow rising behind the storyteller, it seemed like a figure appeared. The figure stood behind the storyteller, as if a huge white tiger was staring at Xuanwu. Xuanwu's heart jumped for no reason, and a terrible guess came to his heart. His crazy mind suddenly calmed down. Then a huge white tiger really walked out from behind the storyteller. Xuanwu was shocked and took a few steps back. At the same time, Qinglong and Zhuque also showed incredible expressions.

This is not a wild beast but an illusion manifested by the first white tiger. Xuanwu was shocked and suddenly took back all his spiritual energy. He shouted with a serious face: "Are you dead?"

The person he was talking about was the first generation white tiger. However, the huge white tiger illusion did not answer, but roared at Xuanwu. Xuanwu responded quickly, not fighting but running away, breaking through the wind and snow casting spells to build a huge wall to block behind him. He was scared, because if the first generation white tiger really didn't die, he would definitely die today.

When the first generation of White Tiger was alive, it was known as the champion of the Four Saints and the strongest killer in history. Even Nangong Hua is not today. However, the most terrifying thing is whether the first generation of White Tiger really died. It may be incredible to say that it is still incredible. To this day, many people still think that the first generation of White Tiger has not died. Even though so many years have passed, the country has changed for a long time, and the tides have risen and fallen so many times in the world, but some people still claim to have seen the first generation of White Tiger.

Xuanwu chose to escape, of course not because he really felt that the first white tiger was still alive. He ran away because he thought that there might be some kind of power left by the first white tiger here. Even though he was under the control of the inner demon, his reason still occupied the wind at the critical moment of life and death. Faced with the illusion manifested by the first white tiger, he chose to avoid it. The storyteller hurriedly closed his eyes, and blood flowed down from the corners of his eyes. This was the first time in his life that he used the power of his own eyes. Ordinary Snowman only had three chances to use the frozen ability of these eyes in his life.

The white tiger illusion did not disappear. It walked step by step to Luo Tian who was suppressed to the ground. Qinglong and Zhuque did not dare to move at this moment because they didn't know what would happen next.

The white tiger looked down at Luo Tian. Under the pressure of the fifth magic array, Luo Tian controlled by the inner demon, had already fallen into a coma. The white tiger emitted a strong light, and the light seemed to change into a figure. He bent down and gently grabbed Luo Tian's shoulder. Then Luo Tian's own will suddenly wake up. He seemed to have had a nightmare, but after waking up, he felt serious injury in his body. He raised his head and saw a strange but covered face looking at him. Before he could ask what was going on, the light figure disappeared. Luo Tian slowly patted it from the ground, feeling that his back was painful, and his bones and muscles seemed to be crushed. The storm around gradually subsided. Luo Tian looked at Qinglong and Zhuque in confusion and asked, "Is something happened?"

In the storyteller's farmhouse, Luo Tian knew the cause and effect from Qinglong's mouth.

"Why did you come to save me?" Luo Tian had no friendship with the storyteller, and he didn't even count his friends who happened to meet. He was very surprised that the storyteller wanted to save him, and why did he know that they were in front of the tomb of the first generation of Baihu.

"You may not believe it. Last night, I saw a shining man walking into my room in my sleep. He said he was my ancestor and asked me to go to the tomb of the first White Tiger ancestor to help you tomorrow. I went to see it with a skeptical attitude, but I never thought that you were suppressed to the ground. In fact, I hesitated for a long time. After all, I am not a master in the martial arts world and I am afraid of causing trouble, but in the end I took action. After all, it was my ancestor's tomb, but it was destroyed so tragically. I didn't just want to save you and I wanted to extricate my anger for the ancestors of my clan." The storyteller said his heart.

"No matter what, I still have to thank you. By the way, are you saying that the person who shines is the first generation of white tiger?" Luo Tian asked.

"It is, when I was young, he saw his portrait. He was exactly the same as the portrait. It is rumored that the first white tiger conquered a white ice tiger in the snowy mountains in the north. The white ice tiger has been guarding around his tomb after his death until he died. The white tiger is equivalent to the incarnation of his ancestors." The storyteller only knows so much. Luo Tian thanked him and now he owe him a favor, but he is still full of doubts. Could it be that the first white tiger is not dead? How old is it? At least it has been thousands of years old? What kind of cultivation is it? Is it?

When he walked outside the house, he saw Qinglong and Zhuque still there. Luo Tian thought for a while and said, "Two seniors, I think I should not be qualified to be a white tiger."

Hearing Luo Tian's words, the old woman Zhuque suddenly walked to Luo Tian and reached out to strip Luo Tian's clothes. Luo Tian was shocked, but when he stopped him, the clothes on his shoulder had been pulled away by Zhuque. At this time, Luo Tian found that there was another mark on his shoulder. It was not a tattoo but a red mark. The pattern looked like a tiger entrenched.
Chapter completed!