Lord of Pets

"Then gather fire and kill him!"

Sun Priest Rabbit clicked his chin, and without hesitation, he took out the sun scepter and smashed it down into the void.

In an instant, the sun's light waves spread in a circular pattern, and the Nine-Life Divine Tiger's body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The more violent the struggle, the more intense the pain of being restrained.

Fierce Zi licked his bloody lips, threw the Demon God's Blade, and with the help of the Hunshi Dragon God, easily pierced a face under the belly of the Nine-Life God Tiger.

"Although he is the King of Gods, he has a weak mind and is somewhat uninteresting."

"And with the tiger's head, this guy's strengths and weaknesses are obvious. Let's kill him quickly and snipe the Pale Hand!"

The Emperor Mouse nodded and knocked down the Mirror of Domination. He failed twice and successfully destroyed a face the third time.

The Nine-Life Tiger has one of its biggest killer features.

If you ignore the face under the belly and attack the head directly, even if the head is completely separated from the body, it will not die.

In fact, every destructive death can be offset by the life corresponding to a face.

And every time it is resurrected, its attributes will be strengthened in a short period of time.

If you die eight times in a row and only have your last life left, the superimposed momentary power will even be qualified to confront the Pale Hand and the Origin of Natural Disaster in its full glory.

This is the unparalleled value of the Seven-Life Divine Tiger Clan.

Futian Split Shenhu thought to himself in the night, if this ethnic group could be allowed to flourish and fight against the evil spirits of Taichu, it would definitely be a super mainstay.

But the past has become empty, and today’s dreams have long been shattered. Everything is a mirror image.

With a look of sadness and sorrow, he told his friends that by destroying the face first, the enhancement would not be triggered.

The Nine-Life Divine Tiger without the strengthening blessing has no explosions and its defense is relatively weak. It cannot stop the siege of so many strong men of the same level.

"Roar!"

With a final roar, the divine tiger fell.

His death is also different from the standard god-king in the Extraordinary series. It does not cause any abnormal phenomena. It is like a twisted piece of rotten flesh that briefly gained vitality. Now it is just returning to its original appearance. .

The Futian Split Divine Tiger sighed quietly and closed his eyes again.

The team maintains a way of supporting each other at any time and continues to explore deeper into the scarlet depths.

"Hey, look at this section of the river. It doesn't have any evil quality at all, it's just ethereal and hazy!"

Emperor Shu seemed to feel something, and suddenly pointed to a branch.

Sun Priest Rabbit stopped beside him, flicked a finger of golden light, nodded after a while and said:

"As we expected, the vastness and mystery of the River of Reincarnation cannot be something that can be truly occupied by a pale hand that has been settling for a hundred thousand years."

"Chaos and order coexist here. The apparent loss of control is just the tip of the iceberg of the river of reincarnation. If all the laws here are really to be subverted, let alone the extraordinary inside the door, even the outside will fall apart."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"I didn't hit the evil one, did I? The beautiful and lovely long-legged priest! The hairless iron mouse little Emperor! Is it you? Is it really you?!"

While the water was calm, there was suddenly an ancient weird sound transmission, which reflected into Bai Wushang's soul sea.

His eyes widened. This kind of language could only be uttered by the Miracle Clan who were favored by heaven and favored by earth.

"Who is this?"

Bai Wushang turned sideways and aimed at the Sun Priest Rabbit and Emperor Rat.

Unexpectedly, I found that the former's eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a cold light flashing away;

As for the latter, his body was slightly stiff, as if he had stepped on dog shit, and he had an unhappy look on his face.

"Damn it, this bitch is not dead after all. Who do you call little brother? Are you worthy?!"

The Emperor Mouse cursed, and the solemn mood he had suppressed until now was shattered in an instant.

Looking at the formation, it looked like a street gangster who had rolled up his sleeves and was ready to fight hard. His noble spirit had completely degraded to an unbearable level of ruthlessness.

"Okay, okay, my Brother Rat, my Sister Rabbit, come and catch me!"

"A hundred thousand years, I've been staying in this hellish place for a hundred thousand years! As the guardian of miracles, I'm really exhausted..."

The ghost mastiff's voice became fainter and fainter, until finally it was almost inaudible.

Sun Priest Rabbit stabilized the beating corners of his eyes, stood up first, and flew towards the place where he sensed the connection.

"The dog's head still has a will, which is a great blessing among misfortunes."

"With this reference, perhaps the situation we were worried about before will be slightly better than imagined."

"What a ghost..."

The Emperor Mouse's eyebrows were twisted into knots, and he muttered as he galloped:

"How did this bitch do it? The Pale Hand has the ability to intervene in the present world, but it has been corroded for a hundred thousand years but failed to kill him?"

"The ghost mastiff has the power to suppress evil. Compared with me and the sacredness of the sheep's head, and the heat of the chicken's head, it is inherently more capable of restraining evil gods. This is an unavoidable fact."

Sun Priest Rabbit whispered.

It seems that he doesn't like the ghost mastiff too much, and the faint look of disgust in his eyebrows can be caught with a little discernment.

But he seemed to sincerely admire the Ghost Mastiff's legal ability. With such contradictory emotions gathered together, not to mention Bai Wushang, even the fierce villain could only scratch his head and scratch his head to cover up his inner confusion and absurdity.

"Is the dog head that I have been thinking about so much reliable?"

"According to legend, the first-generation demon god made an agreement with him, but the first-generation god died long ago..."

"And the dog's head is trapped in the first restricted area. His life and death are uncertain. Based on our guesses, I'm afraid it's more serious than bad..."

"Unexpectedly, I still have the ability to sense my fellow miraculous people from a distance. Is this true that I have been holding on for a hundred thousand years? This is no longer a problem of monsters..."

Suppress your random thoughts, including the Nine-Eyed Shrimp and the Hunshi Dragon God.

The extraordinary elite team's emotions were high, and their fear of the unknown was greatly dispelled. A bright beam of hope was cast into their dark spiritual world.

"Eh, eh? It's really you. I finally meet my companions! Ouch——"

I don’t know how long the flight lasted, but more and more evil god puppets were killed along the way, becoming more and more dense.

Finally one day, a lingering black appeared in the same bright red world.

A scrawny, sickly old dog lay in the void panting, taking in little air but outgoing a lot.

"Quick! Damn it! Give me some of your source!"

"I have worked for a hundred thousand years! A whole hundred thousand years! Is there any model worker in the world who is more dedicated to his work than me? No! There is no way!"

"Hey? Isn't this my priest sister? Still so elegant, still so ladylike, I miss you so much!"

"Uh, is this an emperor rat? Mad, I haven't seen a normal life form in a hundred thousand years, but you look so pretty no matter how you look at me. I'm so angry, vomit..."

The legendary miraculous guard - the dog-headed ghost mastiff, completely subverted Bai Wushang's cognition.

He stared blankly at this guy who had only one breath left and felt like he was about to die. He used the most vulgar greetings from the human race and cursed everything in the world.

It wasn't until Sun Priest Rabbit's face became colder and colder that he seemed to remember something, wagging his tail, and quickly closed his mouth, his cloudy eyes full of expectation.